Davos Seaworth felt as though he stood on the boundary between two worlds.
On one side was Stannis's blade, burning with the fire of obsession.
It represented everything he had once served.
Law, duty, and a loyalty that had long since turned sour.
On the other side were Lynn's terrifyingly calm eyes, and words spoken so casually, yet carrying such immense weight.
Family.
Hot soup.
Home.
He had spent half his life drifting at sea. For an unfeeling king, he had lost his fingers and his freedom.
He had thought this was honor, a knight's fate.
But now, another man was telling him that his family mattered more than a king's dignity.
Davos slowly turned around.
He no longer looked at Stannis's face, twisted with rage.
With his weathered eyes, he gave Lynn a long, searching look.
Then, without another word, he silently walked over to stand beside Lynn.
That act carried more weight than any oath of allegiance.
Everyone on the plain was struck speechless by the sight.
The former Hand of the King had walked into the enemy camp, before both armies, before his own king?
This was no longer mere betrayal.
It was the most absolute rejection of Stannis Baratheon and everything he represented!
"Aaargh!!!"
An inhuman roar erupted from Stannis's throat.
His already livid face turned a dark purple, veins bulging at his temples.
"Kill him! Kill him for me!!!"
He pointed his flaming longsword at Davos like a madman.
Yet not a single knight dared move.
Davos now stood beside Lynn.
And behind Lynn was the Three-Headed Great Dragon, sprawled like a mountain in Harrenhal's courtyard.
Kill Davos?
How was that any different from charging into a dragon's lair to commit suicide?
"Useless! Every last one of you!"
Stannis shook with rage. He violently wheeled