Jon's POV

Every time Jon snow heard it he was amazed. He had heard her speak with the harshness of Dathraki and with the smooth and gracefulness of Valyrian- but nothing compared to the way she spoke when just waking up. They had been meeting in her rooms every night for the past two and a half weeks.

Jon would wake up each morning to Dany lightly scratching shapes along his back, he would shiver in delight then hear her voice, "It's time to wake up, my sweet." Jon would smile and turn to look at her, kiss her- some mornings a bit more. After which he would leave for his own cabin and get ready for the day. That had been the way he would start his day ever since he came to her room the night they boarded her ship.

Dany and Jon would then see each other on the deck throwing sinful smirks and lustful glances at each other. It hadn't been said but Jon felt it was an unspoken agreement between the two that they would keep their nights together a secret- for now.

He didn't know, but Tyrion could see right through them. Tyrion saw Jon enter the Queens chambers, his thoughts on whether it was a good thing that the young king and queen were getting along so well- was yet to be determined.

But Jon hadn't felt this happy in a long time, he had his people to think about- of course, but something about her made him feel like the only person in the world. Jon thought about this as he headed up to the deck of the ship, where he saw Daenerys and Tyrion talking.

"Good morning, your Grace. Morning Tyrion." He greeted.

"Yes, a very good morning." Dany had turned to look at him and he could see the look of mischief in her eyes from their morning activities. Tyrion looked between the two and pretended he didn't know their secret.

"Morning Jon. Its starting to get cold, don't you think? We're getting closer." Dany nodded at Tyrion's statement, agreeing that the air was starting to get a bit crisp. Compared to the air of the south this was definitely frigid.

"Well, this is nothing compared to how it will be at Winterfell." Jon was about to ask Dany if she agreed that past the wall had been blistering cold, but he knew bringing it up would only make her think of the death of her child. A subject that made her sad, and made him angry- at his own stupidity, he Night King, and for her loss. The look in her eyes after he woke up was one he would never want to see again and one he could never forget, and the next person to cause that pain in her eyes- would die a slow death at his hands.

All three of them looked out at the sea before them, each of them with different thoughts running through their head, one with thoughts of the future- one with others secrets to keep- and one with thoughts of protection against all things.

Sorry its super short but I have to get a few chapters out of the way before the real story starts!