Daenerys couldn't stop thinking about him. She was lying on her back in her bed. He had something about him, even now he was ill. She felt she had some sort of interest in him and she didn't know why. Maybe it's because he is a king and I've never met a king before, she thought reassuring herself, but she knew that was a lie to herself. She was attracted to him and she knew it. It wasn't the same like with Khal Drogo. Drogo was cruel and harsh, sometimes even in private. She didn't think Jon Snow could be like that. Her thoughts got interrupted when she heard a voice calling for her outside her large tent. She got up and walked towards the opening of the tent in her nightgown. It was Tyrion who called for her. He stood in front of her.
''Can I come in? It's quite chilly in the North.'' Tyrion asked her.
''Cold you mean, and yes you can come in.'' Her voice sounded plain. She walked back in and sat on the bed looking to the floor.
''You probably realize capturing Jon Snow was a mistake.'' He also started looking at the floor. ''Sansa Stark won't give in. I even heard she came up with the idea to fight you and Jon joined in later. He didn't want to fight you. He just did what he thought was right. Like all the Starks do. Just let him go and we will try to get the North in a different way.''
''We can't go back now.'' Daenerys spoke harshly all of a sudden. ''All this risk for nothing. We can't do that. I can't do that.'' They locked eyes for a moment, but she quickly looked away. Almost embarrassed.
''You made the Unsullied take Winterfell. How do you think the Northern Lords feel about that. They will never follow you like this. You can't force people to follow you. It's not the right thing to do.'' He paused. ''Talk to Jon Snow and convince him to follow you. Let him see how good of a leader you are. Spend time with him and talk to each other. Make him see that you want to make the world a better place than it is now. Just…'' He walked closer and stood in front of her now. ''Just help each other like your families did for centuries. Make him your friend.''
She looked up to meet his eyes and she nodded. ''I will try it, but what if that doesn't work. I have taken him prisoner, he will never trust me. He will think all of this is part of a greater plan. At least I would think that.''
Tyrion gave her half a smile. ''Just try it.''
She smiled back at him.
''Now get dressed and start your day right. With a good breakfast and a nice chat with Jon Snow our guest, and not our prisoner.'' He gave her a brighter smile and walked out of the tent.
She didn't realize it was morning already. She had been thinking all night and now she was thinking about Tyrion his words. Could Jon Snow be her friend? Was it really possible to just convince people to follow her. She had tried it in Meereen, but they wouldn't listen, why would the North be any different, but she will give it a try.
Missandei helped her get dressed and brought her breakfast. She barely touched her food. She was nervous for her meeting with Jon Snow again. She got so close to his face the last time they saw each other, she could still remember how he smelled of blood and sweat and mud, and how he was whimpering at the maester his touch.
''Wasn't the food to your liking, your grace?'' Missandei asked her.
''I'm not hungry.''
Missandei nodded and left her tent again. Daenerys had to stop worrying about it all. She just had to try like Tyrion said she should. She got up and walked directly to Jon Snow his tent. She stopped in front of it and let out a sigh. Her hands were sweaty.
She walked in and there he was. He was sitting against the headboard of the bed with his eyes closed. His hand was on his wound and she could see his face twitch. He looked better than he did yesterday. They had washed him and now she could properly see his face.
''Are you going to stare at me all day?'' he asked all of a sudden his eyes looking directly at her.
Daenerys startled a bit and shook it off.
''I wasn't staring. I just noticed you look better than you did yesterday.'' Her voice arrogant.
He gave her a silent look and closed his eyes again.
''Aren't you afraid?'' she asked him.
''Should I be?'' he asked surprised opening his eyes again. He had very dark eyes, almost black.
''You have nothing to worry about. I just wondered. I have been in your position and it terrified me.''
''When have you been in my position?''
''When the Dothraki found me and didn't know what to do with me.'' She paused. ''A girl is usually not a threat, but I turned out to be one for them.''
He smiled a bit at that. ''Everyone with dragons is a threat.''
''I didn't use my dragons. I burned their leaders on my own, with help of course, but not from my dragons.''
He sighed. ''What do you want from me?'' he asked looking at his hands. He didn't look at her many times she noticed, like he was hiding something. Maybe he has interest in me, she thought, but she quickly removed that thought from her head. She didn't want to have some sort of hope. And this had to stay political, he was just another pawn in the game.
''I don't want anything from you, I just wanted to eliminate you and confuse Sansa Stark, she seemed… easier to deal with.''
He laughed. ''My sister is not easy to deal with. She will give you a hard time, I promise you that. Men are easier. You can't force people to follow you, you have to build some sort of trust.'' He paused for a moment and looked her straight in the eye. ''Like you are trying to do with me.''
She felt a hotness coming to her cheeks. She knew she was blushing.
''I just want people to know my intentions are true. I'm not here to kill. I'm here to make the world a better place.''
''Then why come to our doorstep demanding our surrender. Why not ask for a civilized conversation between us? Why like this?''
''It's what I had to do in Meereen, Yunkai, Qarth, everywhere I came I had to demand. No one gives you what you want unless you make them. Why would Westeros be any different? Why would you be any different?'' She stepped closer towards him. ''Why would the king in the North give Daenerys Targaryen a chance?''
He stared at her body she saw. He didn't say something for a while. ''Because I don't punish children for their father's crimes.'' He finally spoke.
She didn't know what to say. Was this truly how he thought about it?
''Are you willing to give me a chance? Even after all of this. To prove myself a great ruler.''
''I would.'' He said softly.
''Then I will. I will show you what I am made off.''
He smiled at her and she smiled back at him, but then she quickly removed her smile. She didn't want to show him any weakness. Only strength.
''How is your leg?'' she asked him to change the subject.
''It feels a bit better. Milk of the Poppy helps.'' He gave her a lousy smile.
''Good. Let me know if you need something.''
She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her hand. She turned around to look at him concerned, but he just looked at her.
''What is it?'' she asked him.
''Nothing.'' He said and he slowly let go of her hand. ''Just… nothing. Sorry.''
She felt a bit abashed and quickly left the tent. Her cheeks colored red.
