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A month later, Melisandre accepted that Davos would probably never talk to her again. He avoided her as best he could and didn't say a word to her. They went with Jon to see Daenerys Targaryen. Everything was hastened, and Daenerys set out with his army for Winter. When the battle called Long Night was going on, everyone was scared. Melisandre was ordered to go to the crypt with the other women and children, and since she had already rejected the master of the light, she could not help.
There was silence in the crypt, and Melisandre's worst thoughts mingled in her head about what might have happened to her chosen one. She didn't mean Azor Ahaiie, the one the lord of light had chosen. But the one she chose. She hoped she was okay. She didn't want anything to happen to him. Even though they were no longer together, even though he rejected her and cut her off from his life, she still loved him. And she would do anything to keep him safe. She herself didn't know how she could fall in love in such a short time, in the few days they'd been together.
Suddenly, something in the crypt moved, attracting the attention of all living things.
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Davos stood on the walls, and together with Arya they tried to repel the attack of the dead that reached the walls of Winterfell. The dead climbed the walls, fighting the living. The Night King hovered over the castle with Viserion, who joined the army of the dead.
Jon and Rhaegal landed on the walls, shouting at Davos, "Go defend the crypt!" He called to him.
Davos nodded and, with a sword in his hand, went to the crypt, where he had entered the dead. Davos ran back to the walls from where he took reinforcements and set out to save other people's lives. It took him a moment to orient himself, and then she heard screams. He looked around in confusion. It was Melisandra trying to prevent the attack of two dead. She was lying on the ground. She tried to shake them off and get to her feet. Davos stared at it with fear in his eyes and hurried to her aid. He ran after them, one dodging his wound and jumping on him. He stabbed his dragon glass dagger in his heart. As the other of them walked after Melisandre, Davos reacted, jumped on him, and killed him with a blow to the eye and chest.
He saw her surprised and shocked expression. He also saw considerable relief and happiness on her face. He shook her hand, and she accepted it and rose from the ground.
He went to safety with her. The dream of the night before was unfolding in his head. He did not know that he had the same dream as the woman in him.
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After winning the war against the dead, they celebrated the living. They drank, danced and had fun with each other. Daenerys appointed Gendry guardian of the Stormy End, and Arya became the hero of Winter.
Melisandre sat at the table, watching Davos talking to Tyrion. She bit her lip, and when Tyrion left, she got up from the table and walked uncertainly to him. He turned his back on her and ignored her.
"Davos," she demanded his attention.
He turned to her and looked into her face. "Melisandre."
"I want to thank you." She looked at him embarrassed. "For your salvation."
"I did what was necessary," he said simply. "I didn't want to see you in the Night King's army."
"I'm grateful for your rescue."
"Okay." He knew he had something else on his mind, so he looked at her inquisitively. "Anything else you want to tell me?"
She swallowed, not knowing how to begin. "You remember," She looked down for a moment. "How did I tell you I wanted to be honest with you?" She looked at him again.
"Yes," he nodded. "And?"
"I didn't get a chance to tell you, I saw you avoiding me, and I just have to tell you."
"What?" He frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Davos," she took a few steps toward him, touching the back of his hand to his. "I have to tell you something."
It drove him a little crazy, because the last time she started talking to him so seriously, it was just a problem. That's why he jerked his hand away. "I don't even know if I want to hear it," he admitted, looking away from her.
"No, Davos, please," She took his face in her hand and forced him to look at her. "I just wanted to tell you that," she put her hand away.
She paused for a moment, and that was enough for Davos to speak. "Right?" He kept looking into her eyes.
She took a deep breath. ,, I am pregnant."
,,What? Really? ”He rolled his eyes and looked at her with a surprised expression.
"The child is yours," she breathed. "If you care about him."
"Of course I care about him."
"I still stand to want to be honest with you, even though I know we won't get our relationship back together." She sighed.
"I wouldn't be so sure. I'd leave you alone with the baby. "He grinned. Then he pulled her close and kissed her.
She returned the kisses warmly, grabbing him around the neck. And he held her by the waist.
"I don't want to be inquisitive," she said with a mysterious smile. "But how can you so easily forgive me for what I did?" She put on her worried face again.
"You know," he took her hand and walked slowly to one of the tables with her. He kept answering her question. together again. " He sat down at the table with her. "But if it's going to work for us again, promise me something."
"Anything." She looked him in the eye in love.
"Be honest with me from now on." He stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"I promise." She reached out for a kiss.
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She lay in bed, breathing loudly. She was exhausted and tired. She had two hours of childbirth. She was so happy when the little bundle of luck was placed in her arms. And she was also happy that Davos was by her side the whole time. He sat next to her on the bed, holding her hand and watching the little girl curl up in her mother's arms.
"You did it." He kissed Melisandre on the forehead and then on the lips.
She smiled sincerely at him, then looked at the little girl. "Our little Shireen Seaworth." She stroked her head and hugged her.