Missandei touched the still water, only to quickly wince at the burning heat. The bath was not meant for people like her, she knew that, but still, she was curious.
"Did you burn yourself?" An amused voice spoke to her from across the room. Her face turned to her queen, who's mouth curved into a smile.
"Honestly, your grace, I did," Missandei confessed, looking down at her feet.
"And how many times do I have to warn you before you decide to listen?" The silver haired woman smirked, as she dropped her dress onto the floor. Her naked skin shine-like in the light of the fire sparkle in the corner of her chamber.
"Probably, at least one more time," the dark haired girl laughed, before turning around, giving the naked queen privacy as she stepped into the smoking tub.
Her body reclining as she let her head fall backwards, her eyes closed and the sound of the blowing wind outside making her more grateful to be lying there in the burning water.
"Your grace, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have been meaning to ask you," Missandei spoke carefully.
"Yes?" Daenerys looked at her very much trusted handmaiden.
"Have you spoken to your guest?" She asked, nipping on her lip.
"My guest?" the queen raised her head, looking curiously at her friend.
"Jon Snow, I mean," Missandei already regretting the decision to ask such a question. But she did notice the way her Queen's eyes had widened at the sight of the mysterious man, and Missandei also knew that her queen had not looked at any man that way before. Not since she herself came to be her close adviser years before.
She hadn't looked at her lover Daario Naharis once, with twice that much fierceness as Missandei hat witnessed inside the throne room two days before.
"No, I have not spoken, to our so called guest," Daenerys answered her, still that amused smirk in the corner of her pleasingly plump lips.
"Forgive me, your grace, I shouldn't have asked," the handmaiden shook her head and walked over to her queen. Her flick hands slowly began loosening up the thick silver braids, dropping the loose strands of hair down into the water.
"You are more than allowed to ask, that you know, Missandei," Daenerys said as she closed her tired eyes, the satisfactory of fingers combing through her hair sending her towards the land of dreams, but the words of her maiden had made her curious, "And why would I have spoken to him, if I may ask?"
Missandei hid a smile, and took a deep breath before speaking, "No particular reason."
"Haven't I known you long enough to tell your lies apart from your truths?" Daenerys looked at her, her face raised in question.
"You certainly have, your grace," another smile escaped her lips as her queen straightened herself. Drops of water falling from her hair, caressing her naked skin.
"So tell me, what is it that's been on your mind regarding this Jon Snow?"
Missandei hesitated, but the eagerness in the queen's eyes made it clear, she could not slinger her way out of this.
"Maybe, if you talked to him, you would see that there is perhaps something more to him than just his stubbornness."
Daenerys studied the women in silence, the fire casting its light over her warm skin, "And why would I want to do that?"
"It was merely a suggestion, your grace. If you do not wish to speak to Jon Snow, you don't have to," she answered, "But,"
"Yes?" Daenerys was eager to hear more about what she was about to say.
"He is quite the character, don't you agree?" Missandei was pushing the boundaries, speaking of this, she knew that, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop.
"He is," the queen returned to her lying position, the water once again covering her bare chest.
"And if I am to be perfectly honest, he is also very beautiful."
That statement the bathing woman wasn't ready for, and her heart once again betrayed her. A jumping beat hit her insides, and a shiver made its way down her wet spine.
"That is a far too in relevant observation, Missandei. He is here to bend the knee and swear me his allegiance, that is all," she declared loudly, turning to face the other woman, "His beauty, or his personal characteristic has nothing to do with that. Understood?"
"Yes, of course, your grace," Missandei nodded, finishing the last procedure of the queen's bath and left her.
As Daenerys had finished drying herself, she slipped under the heavy fur blanket inside her empty bed, apart from her. Her skin still warm after her bath, as she laid her head down on the pillow.
Her hands slowly caressing the empty place next to her in the large wooden bed, the smell of the fire still sparkling reminded her of the long nights across the narrow sea. Her long, wild, passionate night together with her one true love, and at once a fire sparked inside of her as well. A taunting sting below her stomach, mocking her in her loneliness.
She furrowed irritatingly as she spun around under the thick blanket. This wasn't something she usually suffered. So why now?
She did not bear to admit that perhaps it had to do with the words her trusted adviser so brutally honest had spoken, about the beauty of Jon Snow. The mysterious deep eyes, his red lips that had not once shown her even a hint of a smile, and that thick black hair, drawn back in a leather band. His skin bitten after all his years in the cold by the wall.
Something about him, made the queen squirm in longing throughout the night, her hands hugging the blanket hard as she dreamt of forbidden things.