They meet and something stirs in her, a foreign feeling she had never experienced before
Their eyes lock together and she is lost in the man in front of her the king in the north , the bastard of Winterfell they called him standing tall in front of her challenging her in her own throne room
He ask for her help , her armies and her precious dragon and yet he refuses to submit to her.
it's been long quite a long time since anyone stood out to her this way even her lord hand whom never shied away from questioning her knew how to trade with her
Yet this Jon Snow refused to settle with her or indulge her, he made it quite and clear they he won't bow to her and perhaps that's what's keeping her from cutting his throat : the challenge , the au audacity
At least that's what she tells herself
They share a first conversation alone and neither is ready to give up , in fact standing alone with her she sees his determination more clearly , it's unmistakably shining in his eyes hard to miss but she sees something else there , an intense sadness and sorrow , a deep agony , a yearning for home and a place to call your own a sentiment she knew far too well and perhaps that's why she cave in and offer her help
He is leaving and she can feel her heart tugging in her chest as he walks his way away from her and straight to his death probably.
don't look back she tells herself , don t stare , she repeats the words over and over yet she can't help but wonder , rather dream of another reality
Perhaps if she had met him earlier before Drogo , before her dragons and before she was a queen maybe then she would have asked him begged him to stay but she had long swear that she will never let herself stand behind a man again
Perhaps that's what draws her to him the idea no the certitude that Jon Snow would be a man who would walk nor behind or in front of her butby her side
But after years of shielding herself and standing on her own will she be able to share herself with another man even if she wanted to?
She flies north despite her hand warnings , she knew she was taking quite the risk she was well aware of all that was on stake yet the cold that had spread throw her veins as she read the raven made her forget all reason
'' I can't do nothing again '' she told Tyrion '' I can't lose him so soon , not yet , not like this '' her heart screamed
She stands for what seems to be hours in the blustering cold watching the gates , she is not one to believe in gods yet she hopes , prays to whatever higher power there is out there to bring him back ,
Let him live please let him live she chanted the words in her head countless times
She could hear Ser Jorah calling for her but she refused to shift her gaze , she didn't want to , she feared that the moment she turned her eyes away all hope will be lost for all
'' You told me that I make the impossible happen Jon Snow let me make this one impossible thing happen too come back please, come back to me ''
A figure appears finally and her heart starts beating again .
He knocks at her door and no words are spoken, for words are useless when their eyes speaks volumes when their hearts beat as one , when their bodies press together and collide
As she loses herself in him , in his touch , his eyes gazing at her with such intensity she fears she may melt , she feels a strange feeling spreading throw her heart , warming her soul and sending and a delightful heat through her veins , she can't quite tell what she feels .
For the sentiment feels like a distant memory, long forgotten and buried in the past could it be Lo… ?
No she could not , she had long ago forgotten how, her heart was simply incapable now but as she looks to his beautiful grey eyes staring at her like she was the moon and the stars she knew without a doubt it was love