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He could hear the waves crashing at the side of the boat. That chaotic sound resembled the chaos inside his head. Thought after thought fought each other over supremacy of his mind.

Jon Snow pinched the bridge of his nose as he leaned back on the cushioned chair which faced his bed. He could sleep. However, there was one problem… every time he closed his eyes hers would fill every crevice of his thoughts. Those blue eyes that haunted him at every second of the damn day. He could get lost in them for a thousand years, that he knew. But a battle reigned. And not just the battle which could see them all dead, but the battle of common sense. If he dared to allow his heart to speak over his head again… then he knew there would be more dire consequences.

He sighed as he leaned his head back on the now uncomfortable chair. How could Daenerys Targaryen take a hold of him so easily? She captivated him with that power that she would always carry in her step. Seeing her atop a dragon made him weak in the knees. She captivated him in the way she oozed determination in every turn she took. The strength that she carried within her radiated and burned brighter than her dragon's fire. And then there were the little things… the things which he noticed along the way: how her white hair would fly in the wind, how her voice softened as she spoke to her dragons, how her eyes would stare off into the distance as if she was expecting something to appear on the horizon, how her voice would rise in volume as she argued and the second it took her to notice, the way she would take deep breaths to steady herself, and then there were her small smiles…

Jon himself foolishly smiled now as he thought of those little smiles, the ones which made her eyes sparkle. The ones who not everyone had the honor to witness. Her pink lips pulling into a side smile would make his heart lift and pull and he would tell logic to go fuck itself a million times over if it meant he could cause her to smile in such a way.

He stood up quickly from the chair as he began to shake his head.

"Fool" he whispered under his breath. "There is no time for such things"

But then the urge to have her close and swim in the blue of her eyes struck him again. Again and again.

He took a deep breath as he looked at his door. He started to walk towards that door hoping he would stop yet he knew he wouldn't and couldn't and shouldn't stop now. With a cold hand, he reached for the handle of the door. The waves crashing around him became louder, just as loud as his heartbeat which he heard in his ears.

Jon opened the door and steadied his breathing. He felt so much younger as he walked down the dark hall. His nerves caught up with him and wanted to drag him back to his own quarters yet somehow his recklessness held onto the walls and pushed him forward.

Her. That's what he wanted at that moment and all the moments to come. And her name, her blue eyes, and his desire kept his feet moving.

He arrived at her door. A Targaryen sigil stared back at him and with a shivering hand he knocked on that door. He almost smiled at the fact that he had never felt so nervous before in his life. He had fought white walkers, fought in battles and even seen death…. But now he was absolutely terrified. Of what? He did not know and before he had time to divulge on that thought… she opened the door.

The soft light of a single candle illuminated her face and by the old gods and the new… she looked as beautiful as a sunrise and as breathtaking as a sunset. Winter had in fact arrived but the fire she radiated warmed him like a rare summer.