Daenerys
One thing, I Daenerys of House Targaryen knew was Jon Snow was a great man of honour. Even now as I lay in his arms, filled with his seed, and overwhelmed by our love making, I realise that Jon has never changed from the first moment, I had met him in the throne room on Dragonstone, but I had.
I could never forget the way he and Ser Davos strolled in, looking around taking in everything. Initially, unimpressed by the enormous room and the throne. I could tell that even seeing the Dothraki and the Dragons had not really phased the King in the North. Usually men would behave silly around my beauty and my dragons, they would try to impress me, or try to woo me, but, by the look of indifference on his face, like my beauty or dragons, had no effect whatsoever on him.
Jon Snow was not acting like any man had ever acted around me. He looked, but I could tell that I was not his top priority, I am a Queen, but I felt like a maid. He was not blown away by my looks and It intrigued me, and infuriated me at the same time. He was the first person to look past the outer shell, to not automatically just bend the knee. To question my motives battle plans and tactics. This Jon Snow flipped everything on its head. Even when I reeled off the things that had happened to me in my life, his face was stoic. He listened taking it in, but I could see he was not overly impressed, as if he had met my type before. When he said
"no offence but I don't know you," I nearly chocked, he did not and did not look like he wanted to either.
Even now I smiled as I remembered how Melisandre had read out my extensive list of titles, and the bewildered look he had given Ser Davos. He did not want the pumps and ceremony, so Davos introduced him simply as Jon Snow, King in the North. Even that he looked almost embarrassed about, as if he was king by default. I remembered how he watched me, from across the room, I could feel him, and as we exchanged words, it became apparent that Jon Snow was nobody's fool.
He was not what I had expected, when Tyrion and Verys talked of him and his exploits up north, my head could not manufacture what he would look like. Jon Snow the barstard, the great sword man, the Lord commander of the nights watch, what image could my imagination conjure up. Even if I had a thousand years I could not construct this man, for not only was he a handsome man, he possessed confidence that could light up Essos. His questions probed me, and shook me deep, I had met plenty of men before, but none like Jon Snow.
No one had even spoken to me like that before, unless you count Viserys, but this brash Northerner dared to ask me why I had not taken over Kings Landing. He did not raise his voice, but his presence and his point filled the room, as he spoke with clarity and substance. Maybe I loved him from then, because it was I Queen Daenerys who walked to him. He faced me , with those dark eyes looking at me like no one before. It was not pure lust, or pure hate, it was something that I couldn't put my finger on, but he unnerved me, because this King in the North stirred something in her that she did not even know existed.