She is almost afraid to touch this man, who seems to be made of ice, but she touches his cheek anyways.
He is warm, far too warm. Something churns in her stomach, something that she hasn't felt in such a very long time.
'' What do you want Jon Snow?'' Her voice is softer than a whisper, it is meant to be a comfort, but her words seem to pass by him as if they are merely wind.
Words are wind.
Sometimes Dany just wants to hit him- slap him to see if he would show any emotion towards her besides politeness. She had seen him smile and laugh with his men and it was blinding, but with her-
'' I want the realm to remain safe.'' She looked away from him and unclenched her fists rubbing the crescent shapes that had developed on her palm.
'' Are you alright your grace?'' She reared up at him, pushing him away from her.
'' Don't call me that,'' she shouted at him, and then softer, '' please just please don't call me that.'' To her horror her voice broke. She laid her head in her hands and sat on the edge of Jon's bed.
He must think me truly mad now.
''Daenerys.'' His voice had gone an octave lower than usual and that was enough to make her lift her head from her hands.
'' You don't understand-'' how much I want you. How much I need you.
Jon sat down next her, a safe distance away; always a safe distance away.
''I do.'' He gently wiped the tears from her eyes and Daenerys laid her hand on his before he could pull away from her cheek. '' But-''
''I know.'' You have your duty and I have mine.