Dorne, 316 AC

A red sun rises in the blue sky of Sunspear. The whole living life looks like waking up at the same moment. The branches of the trees move slightly with the morning wind, the birds start singing, and the castle awakes slowly. King Stannis is up for a long moment already, and had watched the sunset from his chamber. Wearing a simple white shirt and pants as light as possible, he sips his lemon water. It has been ten years since he has conquered Westeros. He had gotten old suddenly: the black hair has been replaced by pepper and salt. His beard has turned thick and bushy. He has left King's Landing a few weeks ago, as Shireen was about to give birth to her fourth child. His own children were almost grownups now, and he had known he would leave without worrying about them. When he has arrived in Dorne, he had met Trystane Martell and Sansa. They have come to visit Quentyn and Shireen as well, before going back to Casterly Rock. At the end of the war, the Lannisters had been gone. No one ever knew why Tyrion has killed his father, but there were rumors he had walked on him sleeping with Shae, Tyrion's lover. People have said it has been the last straw for Tyrion and that, in a moment of madness, he had killed them both. As a repair for what Tywin had done to Elia Martell and to Sansa's family, Stannis gave them Casterly Rock. The small folks had been very unhappy with this decision but Trystane and Sansa had been good rulers ever since, and the tensions had calmed down.

He walks out of his chamber when he is sure everyone else is awake, taking with him some fruits. Stannis makes his way to Shireen's room, and he knocks slightly on the door. The sweet voice tells him to come in and he leans on the handle of the door. A smile enlightens Shireen's tired face when she sees it's her father. She holds her hand at his. Stannis winces slightly with embarrassment: she is breastfeeding her newborn. He still sits by her side, and smiles at her:

"How do you feel?"

The birth had been long and exhausting. It has been pretty unusual for a fourth child, but they both made it, mother and child.

"I'm very tired, but I have a lot of help, so I'm fine", she smiles. "Do you have news from the Capital?" she asks.

"I received a raven yesterday. Varys is dead. We have tracked him for years, and he was right under our nose, in Essos", he sighs wearily.

"Did you execute him?" Shireen asks, her deep blue eyes looking at the baby still suckling her breast.

"He was already dead since several months", Stannis shakes his head.

Shireen nods slightly and covers herself when the baby stops drinking.

"Do you want to hold him?" she asks him.

He nods and clumsily takes the baby in his arms. This one looks more like Quentyn than the others: his eyes are brown, and his hair looks more like Martell's than Baratheon's. Another knock on the door makes Stannis look up: Shireen's other children come in, and when they see their grandfather, they stop in their tracks. Selira, the eldest one, nudges her sister and whispers:

"Curtsy".

The two girls curtsey and greet Stannis:

"Your Grace."

He gives the baby back to Shireen and goes hug his grandchildren. He is happy to know them. Others didn't have this luck. Doran did not survive his brother long, and died when Shireen was pregnant with Selira. After his death, Quentyn tried to look for his mother and found her, in Norvos. The woman had not wanted to come back to Dorne but still tried to come as soon as possible. She is there, now, helping Shireen to cope with three children and a newborn. Shireen welcomes her children and they soon leave to play, after having a look at their brother. Shireen smiles as she watches them leave, and turns to her father:

"When will you leave?"

"In a week, I think", he answers.

She takes his hand and squeezes it tight, just like when she was a little girl. He gives her a surprised look and realizes she's about to cry.

"What is it, Shireen?" he asks, uncomfortable.

"I miss you Father", tears start rolling down her cheeks. "I know I couldn't have stayed with you forever but, I miss you."

His eyes turn dark with pain, the pain he feels of seeing her cry. He cups her face in his hands and lays a long kiss on her brow:

"No matter how many children you have, you are always going to be my little girl. Always. I miss you too when I'm in King's Landing, and your siblings miss you too."

She chuckles among her tears and smiles suddenly:

"Ryanne has written to me. Is it true?"

Stannis holds back a grin:

"Steffon?" he makes sure they are talking about the same thing.

Shireen nods fast and Stannis acquiesces.

"It is. I hope you could be there for the wedding."

"How did Ser Davos react?" she asks, her eyes shining, but not with tears anymore.

"Ah… His son is gonna marry the daughter of the King. He was pretty happy" he retorts and Shireen bursts out laughing.

"I bet he cried when he knew he was gonna be officially a part of your family", she teases him.

"I bet he did", he nods, smiling.

They look at each other and Shireen places the baby in his crib, next to her bed, before hugging her father tight.

"I love you, Father."

"I love you too, my daughter", he whispers, smelling the scent of her hair.

They stay closely embraced until Stannis feels Shireen releasing her arms, wrapped around him. He raises an eyebrow and realizes she has fallen back asleep. He lays her back down carefully, strokes her greyscaled cheek gently, lays a kiss on her brow and quietly leaves the room after a last look on his grandson.

It's already quite hot in Sunspear and everyone is already enjoying the freshness of the castle but the King is willing to have a stroll outside. He cannot help but admire the beauty of this place, the palm trees, the two huge towers which are the first sight everyone arriving in Sunspear has. Shireen has taken him to the Water Gardens, when he arrived, and he has been truly amazed by them. Walking out of the castle, he walks there, willing to have some time alone, by the fountains. The sun is burning now, and he feels sweat dripping between his shoulders. He thinks about Margaery, suddenly, wondering if she would have loved Sunspear. He gets in the Water Gardens, tired, his brain boiling in his head. He looks up and sees he's not alone. A young woman is bathing, naked, turning her back at him. Her brown hair cascades down over her kidneys. Stannis frown slightly: he knows this hair. He walks closer and a sudden pain in his arm freezes him. He falls on his knees, unable to breathe, and holds his hand at the woman bathing. He tries to talk, to call at her so she helps him but nothing happens. Pain radiates in his whole arm now and he suddenly yelps with agony. The woman turns around suddenly and Stannis's eyes widen with fear. The woman is Margaery. How can it be? She smiles at him, holds her hand towards his body. He closes his eyes, shakes his head: maybe he's just having a dream. But, when he opens his eyes, Margaery is still here, and the pain increases. Sweat burns his eyes and he whimpers. His wife's image leans on him, holding her hand out at him. He looks at her, losing himself in the beauty of her eyes, and he takes her hand.

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King's Landing, 320

Ser Davos closes the book and stares at the children standing in front of him. All born thanks to Stannis. They have asked him to read the books the masters have written about Stannis's conquest of the throne, and he has just finished it. Now his eyes look at each face, little or big, sit in front of him. Their parents and they have all gathered in King's Landing for the fifteenth anniversary of Stannis's crowning. The lonely stag's heart had stopped beating in Sunspear, four years ago. When the news had been brought to him, Davos had really thought his heart was gonna stop as well. The sorrow had been unbearable. Of his death of course, but also of the fact he was not there with him. He should have been with his King, until the very end. He had to tell Stannis's children, and he'll never forget little Davos's face when he said the words. The boy had ran away when Davos had knelt in front of him and said, his voice strangled with sobs: "Long live the King".

Today, King Davos is 20, and his first child is one of those staring at Ser Davos. He was born from his marriage with Lyna Martell, daughter of Trystane and Sansa. They also had a son, Edan. Arya and Gendry had three children: Ned, Cat and Lia. In Pyke, Renly and Asha are ruling, with their three sons,

Rydon, Gavon and Rody. Ryanne had married Davos's own son, Steffon Seaworth, and had come to the capital from Cape Wrath. Marnis, her twin, is the husband of Lynelle Stark, daughter of Rickon Stark and Lyanna Mormont. The Lord of Winterfell has only girls: Lynelle is the eldest, then were born Branda, and Serena, the youngest. A few weeks ago, they had celebrated the wedding of Strella Baratheon, the last of Margaery and Stannis's children, with Hosden Tully, son of Edmure Tully and Roslin Frey. And here they all are, still speechless after the story Davos had told them. He can't help chuckling seeing their faces, and he dismisses them. Near the door, Shireen is smiling at him. Her children pass by her and kiss her before joining the feast. Selira is a beautiful young lady now, and Davos remembers this time when he has seen her in her mother's arms, on this little boat. Elia, her sister, is following her closely. People say she looks a lot like the woman she has been named after. Then come the two sons, Talos and Lewyn. Lewyn is the baby Stannis had come to see when he died. Soon, the room is empty and the yells of the youngest ring out in the castle. Shireen slips her arm under Davos's one, by the badge of Hand of the king, proudly pinned on his heart, and they walk out to join the feast.

The End

A/N: I would like to thank you all for reading/reviewing this story. Thanks so much for the help I have received, especially Komninos. It has been pretty emotional to put an end to this story. I am also currently writing "West and east" and will soon start another story which will be called "Untamable". Again, don't hesitate to leave reviews about them. Thanks again for the time you have spent reading me, I hope it was as enjoyable for you as it was for me to write this story. I hope I have settled the fate of all the characters you wanted to hear about. Little Davos and Big Davos would make a good job together, I'm sure of that.