FIRE & ICE
'Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.'
- Robert Frost
CHAPTER 1 - DAENERYS
{{**My story unltimately takes place during book three, 'A Storm of Swords'. Some of the information from the books and television series may be disregarded or rearranged to allow my story to work. While I will be writing a serious romance between Daenerys and Jon Snow, in the end it is just creative fun. I am in no way affiliated with George R.R. Martin or his work. Enjoy!**}}
Dany lay on a pile of furs below decks, her dragons coiled around her shoulders, sharing what little heat that they could from her shivering body. I'm going to die out here, she thought, pulling the faded lion pelt - the last gift from her beloved husband- tighter about herself.
She had given it all up, her vast army and everything she had conquered across the Narrow Sea. And all for the promises of the traitor, Jorah Mormont and the rolling seas and frozen winds that she now rode toward a growing sense of dread. The Bite was a fitting name for such treacherous waters. For every league they traveled Northward, Dany felt the teeth of winter sink deeper into her flesh.
Soon it will still my very heart. Fire cannot kill a dragon, but ice...
Daenerys felt that she had made a fatal mistake. One month after she had cast Jorah Mormont forever from her sight and service, he had returned and plead with her to travel with him north across the Narrow sea. His crimes had been forgiven, he told her, it was his father's dying wish. A message had been sent for him to return home, out of exile and take his oath as a brother of the Night's Watch. Daenerys had thought him mad at first to return and test her wrath, but the more he spoke of the men on the Wall, their forces and neutral standing, the more she began to listen.
Jorah's father had been a well respected commander until his death. If Jorah took an oath, he would surely rise in the chain of command amongst petty thieves, murderers and rapists. No matter how he had hurt Dany with his betrayal, she could not deny his way with a sword or his natural skill as a leader. She was also unable to deny that small part of herself that, despite everything, still trusted him. And she knew he spoke the truth when he told her that she could conquer the entirety of Essos and it would not bring her any closer to taking the Iron Throne.
Jorah proposed they gather forces in Westeros first, and discreetly, before risking everything in bringing her army of eunuchs across the Narrow Sea.
"It is best to have friends waiting on the other side before moving an army, Khaleesi." he had told her.
But could she truly call Jorah 'friend?' She had once trusted him more than any other, and had later found out the truth of his loyalty. She felt that she had faltered... a dragon trapped in ice. All she could do now was wait and pray that Jorah would not betray her again. A most foolish gamble for one who would be a queen... she thought, trembling. Viserion, always uniquely sensitive to her emotions, curled reassuringly around her neck and began to make gentle thrumming noises into her ear as Dany fell into a fitful sleep.