Watching the season finale brought me on a rollercoasted ride of emotions. I had to mentally prepare myself for what was the death of my favourite characters and a love story I always wanted to see happen.
What I initially thought would be a oneshot...I think I might actually continue now. Not sure, where this will take me (or us), but my thoughts need a place to live.
Long live my Queen, The Mother of Dragons. She lives on in my heart always!
Even though she couldn't fall asleep, Daenarys relished in the warmth Jon brought to her bed. His soft snores comforted her thoughts. They lulled her thoughts, but sleep didn't claim her when she closed her eyes.
She had been hellbent on burning King's Landing to the ground just hours ago, until this man slipped into her sheets and calmed her thoughts. He always had that effect on her. He made her dragon blood less hot and not in a bad way. Perhaps that's what she needed. Perhaps a Targaryen alone in the world was a terrible thing, but two Targaryens would make everything better. After all, it was her loneliness that drove her to the brink of madness.
She turned over to face him and took in every part of him. His long lashes, his curly hair that she loved so. She briefly entertained the thought of whether their children would look like him, with his raven black hair or like her, white haired and violet eyed.
The scars on his face, his chest, his hands, his heart. She wanted to memorize every part of his body and claim every part of his soul.
Suddenly, she realised that the call of the Iron Throne was nothing compared to the call Jon Snow had over her heart.
"Good morning to you too."
Jon's eyes fluttered open and he leaned over to kiss her. The sleep still hung thick from his words. She giggled and she surprised herself by the child like sound that escaped her lips. Even though sleep had eluded her, she had never felt better.
"They told me you haven't eaten much since..." he hesitated, a look of worry crossed his brow and the happiness left her eyes.
"But you have to. When was the last time you ate? Would the Queen join me for breakfast?" In all honesty, Daenerys could not remember the last time she had eaten. The emptiness in her heart had taken over and she could no longer feel the ache of hunger.
She nodded, burying her face in his chest and closing the distance between them. It was then she felt his hardness against her belly, throbbing when skin met skin.
Jon groaned at the contact and Daenerys broke into that giggle again. Her fingers reached down and wrapped around his erect shaft causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
"You're going to be the death of me Dany..." he muttered under his breath as a drop of precum escaped his slit. "But first, we got to eat." He groaned, cupping her face in his hands and giving her as chaste a kiss as his sanity allowed him to.
Knocks on the door disrupted their game, followed by Tyrion's somber voice from behind the door.
"Your Grace...I have something to report to you...It's urgent."
Unwillingly, they pulled apart from each other. The hunger for each other burning deep within their core.
"A moment, Tyrion." They got off the bed and pulled on their clothes, making sure they were decent before summoning Tyrion into the room and to the breakfast table.
Tyrion eyed Jon from head to toe before straightening his posture. He wasn't even surprised to see Jon in Daenerys' room any more. Afterall, the King of the North was a good man, and good men love deeply.
"Your Grace, I'm afraid it's bad news." Tyrion started, without a second of hesitation between his words.
"Ever since we stepped foot in the North, there's been nothing but bad news. Why should this surprise me?" Daenerys spoke calmly. Her disposition sent uneasiness through Tyrion – the Mother of Dragons should never sound this cold.
"It's Varys. Sansa told us, we both know."
Even though Daenerys had expected this, the truth still sent pangs of pain coursing through her and for a moment caused her to lose her calm demeanor. Jon had betrayed her. She had begged him not to tell his sisters, but he did so anyway. His honour would be the death of her and everything she had worked hard for.
"Dany, we can fix this. I don't want the throne. You know that. Nothing can change the fact that you're my Queen and that I love you." Jon spoke. He had wavered for far too long. Bloodlines, honour, the throne, the right thing? Why did all these matter if he couldn't make the woman he loved happy?
As if trying to distract herself, Daenerys toyed with the fruit on her plate. She was used to the fresh produce back in Mereen, but ever since stepping foot in the North, she had only been served dried produce.
"What is it about Varys, Tyrion." Daenerys popped a fig into her mouth and begin to chew, as if this act would prevent her from saying the words she had wanted to say.
"Treason. He wants the rightful heir to sit on the Iron Throne and it seems he's already been sending ravens." Tyrion avoided her gaze. He had disappointed her far too many times to count and he no longer felt worthy of being her hand.
"Thank you for telling me." Her tone was calm, collected. And despite the bruises under her eyes from the lack of sleep, she looked every part the Queen she was.
"If what you say is true, then it's too late. Everyone will know that Jon is a Targaryen. It seems my reign has come to an end before it has even started."
Jon put down his fork and opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by Tyrion.
"Your reign might have ended. But the reign of your family, Daenerys Targaryen and Aegon Targaryen is yet to be. And all of the seven kingdoms will soon see the both of you for who you really are. The rightful heirs to the Iron Throne."
"Are you proposing marriage?" Daenerys asked with a raised brow. It was the best thing she'd heard this entire morning. How fast things could change. Just hours ago, marriage would have been the worst idea Tyrion could have proposed, considering how cold Jon had been to her after his knowledge of his parentage.
"But I'm just a bastard. I can't marry the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms" Jon lowered his gaze and fiddled with the bread in his hands.
"You are who the Queen says you are. And you're no longer a bastard Aegon. You're the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms." Tyrion raised his wine goblet while speaking his name, as if toasting the king.
"We can discuss marriage after we've taken King's Landing. But for now, Varys needs to die." Daenerys spoke with finality. "I told him when he first met me, that I'd burn him to death if he dared betray me. And now I intend to keep that promise."
She stood from her chair, and before Tyrion's pleading voice could reach her ears, her world had turned silent. She felt liquid seeping from her nose so she raised her sleeve to wipe at it, only to see nothing but red. She let out a cough and more blood escaped her body before she crumpled to the ground, her vision turning dark.
The last thing she saw was Jon's face above her and his arms wrapped around her. It seems Varys had done more than send out the ravens.
