They arrived at the harbor unscathed and as far as either of them could tell, undetected. Selling the mare quickly for much less than she was worth, they made for the docks. Dany had given Jon a coin purse she had procured and she made sure to conceal her silver hair beneath her hood as he pulled her through the shipyard.
His heart hadn't stopped raging in his chest since Dany had run to his room earlier in the evening. Now he had to find a ship they could board in the dead of night, and the consequences could be fatal if they were recognized by the wrong person.
The moon was high in the clear sky, showering the sea with its glowing light. If not for the danger, it would have made for a most beautiful sight. The lapping waves and the smell of saltwater gave the comforting promise of home.
He felt relieved when his eyes spotted the merman of House Manderly's sigil on a mast. Asking a deckhand loading crates where he could find the captain, he was accosted by a gruff white-haired man with a northern accent that made him sick for home.
"What is it you want?"
"We seek passage to White Harbor".
"Ship's full", he said dismissively, eyeing the great direwolf before turning to leave.
"Wait!", Jon called, deciding to take a gamble. "I'm Jon Snow, Lord Eddard Stark's bastard son. I've just heard of his execution and I'm trying to get home to join my brother, Robb".
The man stopped and turned to eye him more closely. "Thought that was a direwolf. I was very sorry to hear about your father. I can take you to White Harbor. Provided you can pay, that is. Extra for that great beast".
Jon felt his shoulders relax, "Of course".
"We leave at first light".
Begrudgingly, the weathered captain allowed them to board early for an added fee, and they were led through the dark ship to a stateroom below.
They walked into the cabin silently, the dim light of a single lit candle serving as a poor host, showing little of the space they would occupy for the next couple of weeks. Instantly Dany noticed that there was only one bed, but her mind was too flooded with images of flames and the smell of smoke to think on it further.
Wearily, she sat at the edge of the bed and began studying her hands, unsure what she should do or say next. Jon sat beside her wordlessly, clearly wanting to comfort her and unsure of how to do it.
The numbness that had settled throughout her body like a fever, started to lift. Looking at Jon beside her, close enough to reach out and touch, she knew she had two choices. She could put what happened behind her and let part of her heart stay numb forever or she could face it now, and melt into him, feeling all of the hurt and pain.
Letting her gaze turn toward him, she first took in the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Will he think I'm a monster for what I've done?
Chancing a glance at his face, she was met with warm dark eyes that betrayed no sign of fear or disgust. At that moment the decision was made for her and she sucked in a shaky breath, eyes instantly filling with tears. Quickly, he pulled her into his arms and she let the warmth of his body comfort her as she cried.
"I killed him!", she sobbed into his shoulder, clutching him.
"Who?"
"Viserys! I killed him!"
"Hush, it's ok", he whispered as he rubbed her back.
"No, I killed him! And Illyrio and two of the guards!"
Uncurling her arms, he took her face gently in his hands. "Dany, what are you talking about?"
"I burned them... alive..."
His mouth fell open and she imagined a look a horror on his face.
Her vision became blurry as she wept and he pulled her back into his embrace.
"You think I'm a monster!", she choked out.
"No", he soothed her, caressing the back of her head. "I don't. I just... I underestimated you... And you can withstand fire?"
Sitting back up, she wiped her eyes and nodded at him.
"The night we met you asked if fire hurt me", he said.
"Do you think I'm mad?"
"No, you're not. You were just tryin to survive. No one can blame you for that".
Sorrow squeezed at her heart, and she fell against him again, wrapping her hands around him. "I loved Viserys... I did".
"I know".
He wasn't scared of her... she could feel it. This man she was clinging to desperately understood her in a way she had never felt before. She forgot her sorrow then and other feelings began driving to the surface, accelerating the rhythm of her heart once more.
Wiping away her tears, she raised her head to find his calm onyx eyes. Transfixed by them, they stared at one another for a moment until his lips parted and they became all she could focus on. Feeling sensitive all over, she needed to know how those lips would taste.
Closing her eyes, she kissed him softly. All of her cares faded away for the space of that moment and her whole body felt lighter. Her hands resting on his chest, she felt him inhale sharply and was emboldened to deepen her kiss. She grew braver when she heard him groan softly and she let her fingers explore those dark raven curls she had come to admire.
Tonight had been a nightmare and yet she had never felt more powerful or alive. Now, as her fingernails scratched against his scalp and her lips explored his mouth, she was feeling strong again.
Her confidence at its peak, she gasped in surprise when he sat up and compelled her to move back, his mouth now overtaking hers. Soon he had her backed up against the headboard, and she was lost in a sea of sensations she had never felt before.
Jon was overcome with a desire he had only barely begun to entertain. Now she was beneath him with flushed cheeks and battered lips, the tops of her pretty breasts offering a feast for his eyes. Her whimpers and sighs were driving him mad. He needed more, needed all of her. She moaned as his lips tasted the sweet skin of her neck, and his blood rushed as she breathed out his name.
Thoughts raced through his mind incoherently until one had him stop abruptly, pulling back. What he felt when he looked at her was overwhelming and he cupped the side of her face, brushing his thumb over her pink cheek.
"Have you... ever?"
He watched a deeper shade of pink color her pretty cheeks and the sight had him feeling weak all over as she swallowed nervously before responding, "No".
"Dany", he sighed regretfully. "We can't. Not like this".
Gently, he helped her back up into a seated position.
The disappointed look on her face twisted his heart and made his cock twitch in defiance. "Does our shared blood bother you?"
"No. It probably should... but it doesn't. After the night you've had... we shouldn't".
She gave him a devious smile he'd never seen before and it both excited and worried him. Slowly, she pressed back against him, her hands playing at the collar of his shirt.
Their faces inches apart, she asked, "Don't I get a say?"
When he felt her fingers back in his hair, he knew he didn't have the resolve to stop her. The scratch of her delicate nails against his scalp was something he'd never experienced and he would be content to let her continue for the rest of the night.
All at once her fingers ended their blissful ministrations and he opened his eyes to see her weeping once again.
"It's alright, Dany".
He couldn't say how much time had passed as he cradled her in his arms, but when her breathing slowed and he was sure she had fallen asleep, he held her longer, not ready to let her go.
Finally, he knew he couldn't keep his heavy eyelids open anymore, and he laid her in bed, removing her sandals and tucking her in. Her face was peaceful and her breath easy as he kissed her brow before making a bed for himself on the floor.
He felt himself succumbing to full-body exhaustion from all the wide range of emotions he'd had to endure over these last few days. His stay in Pentos had been incredibly short but he already knew he would remember it for the rest of his days - and that it had forever changed the course of his life. If Daenerys were involved, the change would be for the better.
Dany slowly opened her eyes, seeing the cabin fully now in the morning light. It was a small bare room with a simple table and chairs near the porthole. She sat up with a start when she realized she was in the bed alone. With great amusement her eyes found Jon sleeping soundly on the floor beside the bed using his fur mantel for a blanket. His great direwolf was snoring none too quietly at his side.
She felt heat rise at the back of her neck when she remembered her behavior from the night before, and she hung her head in her hands- not that she really regretted it.
She looked over the side of the bed like a bashful child. He looked so young with his face relaxed in sleep's embrace and she had to remind herself it wouldn't be proper to curl up at his side.
"Jon", she whispered and his eyelids began to flutter. His cheeks reddened when he looked up at her.
"Good morning", she greeted him with a smile.
He returned her greeting with a voice gruff from sleep as he sat up and washed his face in his hands.
"You could have slept up here", she told him patting the mattress. "There's plenty of room".
"Very tempting".
"I was talking to Ghost".
She snickered as his face burned brighter and he stood up, offering his hand.
"Come on. Let's go break our fast".
Laying her hands on the railing, she felt the cold droplets of saltwater clinging there. It was still early and the air was brisk but she found it soothing.
She'd never been out so far from shore and it was a powerful experience to be surrounded by water as far as her eye could see. The winds were kind and the water was blue, but the sea was a vast mystery.
The thought of being the only woman on board made her feel lonely and vulnerable, but Jon had been ever-present at her side since they had left their cabin that morning. He stood beside her, looking out at the immense sea.
"It's beautiful", she observed. "But it feels dangerous as well. Like our adventure. Leaving known monsters for unknown ones".
"I will keep you safe, Dany".
His words made her feel warm all over, but she kept her eyes on the rolling sea. "And I you, Jon".
They broke their fast quickly with the other crew and passengers. He didn't like the looks some of the men were giving her and he was all too eager to leave.
He was relieved when she wanted him to escort her back to the cabin to rest, and he left Ghost with her while he walked the deck.
Talking with men from White Harbor, he was able to learn more news of Robb. The men of the north had named his brother King and it filled him with pride. He couldn't wait to reunite with him and join his fight to avenge their father and protect the whole north from Lannister tyranny.
Excited to tell her what he had learned, he walked back to the cabin quickly. Knocking gently, "Dany, it's me"
"Come in", he heard her call.
Closing the door behind him, he began talking to her excitedly about what he'd just learned. He stopped mid-sentence, whatever he was about to say, now lost and forgotten.
Dany was standing a few feet before him in the same silk robe he saw her wear in Pentos. Her hair was down and her feet were bare.
"I'm sorry", he mumbled, "I'll let you dress".
He turned to leave, feeling a burst of heat in his body, but then he felt her soft small hand tug his, bidding him stay.
His heart felt like it had stopped in his chest as he turned back to her slowly. She looked at him with wide eyes, practically shaking but she ran her hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders. Her touch woke up all of the senses he had been determined to fight the night before.
"Jon, I was very nearly sold for an army. The price being my maidenhead. Neither of us knows what is going to happen, but I don't want to be sold again like a broodmare. I want to choose, to be in control of my own destiny. I haven't known you long... but I know that you are kind and brave... I want to give myself... to you".
His lips parted and he froze. Had he heard her right?
Caressing his cheek, she searched his eyes for the answers his lips couldn't relate. "Is that alright?"
He swallowed nervously. No, it most certainly wasn't alright. He wasn't worthy of her. He couldn't give her a life she deserved but he was powerless before her. As soon as he nodded his consent, she slowly opened her robe, laying her body bare to him as the silk garment rolled off her shoulders and down to her feet.
His eyes traced the curves of her slender body and the dusty pink peaks of her breasts. The silk of her small clothes still concealed from him what he wanted to see most.
When his gaze returned to her face, he could see she was trembling like a leaf. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her into him gently and kissed her sweetly. She was so soft in his hands and he felt her relax in his embrace. He hung on every sigh he could elicit from her, quickly becoming overrun with desire.
Bracing her with both hands, he walked her back toward the bed, all the while never taking his lips from hers. She was growing bold again, fighting him for control. He would be more than content to let her have her way with him... but not yet.
Her knees backed against the bed, he pulled back and smiled at her before he pushed her back playfully. He couldn't help but chuckle when she gasped, admiring the way her tits bounced as she hit the bed. Arousal bringing him near delirium, he chased after her bashful smile and rosy cheeks as she crawled back into the pillows.
Lips reconnecting, he was lost quickly in the slide of their tongues. Her delicate fingers were at his collar, loosening the ties there when he sat back to look at her, taking in the weight of the moment.
He had never seen her more radiant but it was more than her beauty that had his heart in a frenzy. Brushing the tips of his fingers across her cheek he told her softly, "You know I would never hurt you?"
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she simply nodded back at him. Moving down her body, he gently nudged her legs apart and knelt between them. Taking in the sight of her smallclothes, he could now see they were tied up on both sides of her hips into bows.
His cock felt constrained in his trousers as he thought of unwrapping her cunt like a name day present. He traced the pale skin around the fabric and smirked as he saw her twitch. Running his hands along her thighs, he stopped at the bows on either side.
Barely able to contain himself, he looked to her for confirmation first, "Is this alright?"
She exhaled a shaky breath before nodding her head.
He took his time, watching her squirm as he undid one bow, letting the loose ribbons fall against her skin and then the other. His fingertips lightly grazed her skin as he pulled the fabric down, revealing her swollen cunt and a thatch of silver hair that seemed just as elegant as the rest of her.
He could hear her labored breath as he stared, and he knew he simply had to kiss her there. Gently, he propped her knees up and spread her apart so she opened for him like a weeping flower. He was going to take his time. He was going to enjoy this.
She felt so exposed. What was he looking at that was so interesting? Her heart was hammering away inside her chest and she didn't know if she could stand him just looking any longer.
Her heartbeat began to thump loudly in her ears, drowning out all other sounds as she felt his rough hands open her further to him and she fought an urge to wriggle away.
Her body felt tingly all over, like any touch would make her weak. She was not experienced in the ways of making love but from her limited knowledge, she didn't understand why he hadn't simply taken his trousers off and conquered her.
She began to feel needy. The thought of pain worried her, that was true, but more than that, she longed to have him inside of her.
"Seven hells", she heard him exclaim.
It was a phrase she hadn't heard before. "Wha-", she began to ask when air left her lungs as she felt a gentle kiss along her most sensitive area.
This was unexpected. Another kiss. This was new. A string of kisses. This was spectacular. As he continued, she began muttering, "Oh, Jon..."
His tongue followed closely after his plump lips and she squeezed her eyes shut, as she began pleading, for what she didn't know, "oh, please, oh, Jon, please".
When he groaned against her, she felt the reverberations in her core and she whimpered loudly. Suddenly Jon was roughly lifting her by her arse and throwing her legs over his shoulders, and before she understood what was happening he had begun to devour her.
His tongue was going further and deeper than before in places she would never have imagined his tongue would go and her ramblings turned into moans and strangled cries. She moved her head from side to side, gripping the sheets to anchor herself to the bed as her heels dug into his back.
In one long, slow motion, he licked her from her dripping core to that spot only she ever touched. The place her fingers roamed late at night.
"Oh, gods!"
Nothing else mattered in the whole world except his tongue just there. The euphoria was so powerful she felt a single tear find it's way down her cheek as she focused on the sensation his perfect tongue was making.
She would never have dreamed a man would do something like this. How is it she never knew something this extraordinary existed? A powerful yearning began to build deep in her belly and her body began to tense as his tongue continued to tickle her there just the way she needed.
"Ao issi nykeā real zaldrīzes! Issa zokla, issa Dārys!"
She cried out as he took her over the edge. It had been a more powerful experience than she had known before, her own fingers never having been able to do what he just did.
Panting, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him in awe. Wiping his mouth with his hand, he was grinning from ear to ear, beard glistening with her essence.
"By the Gods, Jon Snow. You are never sleeping on the floor again".
He chuckled as he got up from the bed and pulled his tunic over his head. Desire began building again as she took in his pale muscular chest and rippling abdomen. Nervous anticipation returned as he pulled down his trousers, revealing his flushed cock.
Crawling back on the bed, he hovered over her. "Do you still want to? It's ok if you've changed your mind".
For her answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his. She felt his ragged breath on her skin while his hands began roaming her body. Tearing his mouth from hers, she gasped as he took her nipple in his mouth.
There was a lovely throb in her cunt as he lavished her breasts with attention and she couldn't stop her hips from rising in search of friction.
"Jon", she panted, "I'm ready".
Now it was his turn to shiver, and she recognized her own apprehension reflected on his face. She leaned into his hand as he brushed her cheek again and she knew then she could grow used to his gentle touches.
"You must tell me if I'm hurting you".
Kissing his cheek, she brushed her nose against his. She couldn't say it yet, but she knew at that moment that she loved him.
She clutched his back as he positioned himself at her entrance, and braced herself- and then her lips were parting at the pleasing slide as he joined their bodies. The pain that she had feared did not materialize and instead, she was surprised by this new pleasure of being filled by him. He was a welcome intruder and she never wanted him to leave.
Best of all was watching and listening as Jon came undone above her. His dark eyes were clouded and she could see the sweat on his furrowed brow. Now in the grips of his own euphoria, he was groaning and gasping and cursing.
Slipping inside her, moist and warm and snug, was far better than he could have imagined. All he wanted was more.
Using his last coherent thought, he took a steadying breath before asking if she was alright. She nodded smiling up at him before taking his lips hungrily.
He was focused on the slow in and out, too enraptured to be embarrassed at how hard he was shaking. His body took control and his thrusts became quicker until suddenly his muscles were contracting.
Not yet, he thought as his seed began spilling inside of her. Overcome with the rush of his release, he lay his head against her bosom, catching his breath.
He was about to roll away, unsure what to do when he felt her hands running through his hair again. This kind of gentle intimacy was not something he'd ever experienced and now he didn't know how he ever lived without it.
"I'm sorry... I- thought that would be longer..."
"Don't be silly. I didn't know... that men... Where did you learn to do that? What you did with your tongue?", she asked, her voice edging on jealousy.
"I don't know", he told her honestly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to kiss you there is all. You seemed to like it".
She flushed a bright red before she hid her face in her hands.
Overcome with an urge to chase her out of hiding, he pulled her hands away.
"Are you embarrassed?", he teased her. "Don't be, sweetling. That was incredible".
"Am I your sweetling now?"
He felt his cheeks grow hot.
"Are you embarrassed now, Jon Snow? Don't be. I'd love to be your sweetling".
Wishing to turn the tables, he asked a burning question. "What did it mean? What you said in Valyrian?"
She blushed again and turned away. "I'm not telling you".
A wicked idea coming to mind, he ran his fingertips over her belly in a flourish, delighting in the way she squealed."Tell me!"
"No!", she told him defiantly, trying to contain her laughter as she pushed his hands away.
He paused his fingers momentarily, feigning confusion, "What? Am I hurting you?" Starting up again, he teased, "Does this hurt?"
"No!", she cried through a fit of giggles, "you know what you're doing!"
Suddenly, she sat up, "Stop!" Her eyes were fixed across the room, "Look!"
He turned to follow her gaze and he could see the heavy bag she had brought from the manse laying on the floor. It looked completely ordinary- until he saw it twitch.
"Seven hells!", he startled, getting up at once to inspect it.
Dany darted ahead of him.
"Dany, wait!", he cautioned.
Slowly, she opened the bag and gasped as she looked inside.
"What is it?"
"Come here, love", she cooed, reaching in with a steady hand. "It's alright".
He sat stunned, mind struggling to comprehend what she pulled out. A black colored lizard-like creature held gently in her hands. It screeched as Dany kissed its snout and curled itself against her neck.
Coming out of his trance, Jon opened the bag and gingerly took out a green egg and a cream one, laying them on the ground between them.
Cracks disturbed the silence and the green egg began to break apart, another winged creature matching the shell emerging. Dany placed the black dragon on her shoulder, and it puffed up its chest and screeched as if proud to be there.
Dany nuzzled the green dragon as well, kissing him too and talking to him sweetly. He noticed Dany was glowing, smiling brightly and overflowing with warmth. Possibly the most beautiful he'd ever seen her.
Finally, the cream egg broke open, shell breaking into pieces. Dany handed the green dragon to Jon wordlessly, as he sucked in a breath. Its tiny talons pressed into his skin lightly, reminding him of Ghost's tiny paws as a puppy.
The dragon bravely raised its head up to Jon's and shrieked.
"Pet him", Dany instructed, herself tending to the little white dragon.
Jon offered a scratch under its tiny chin with one finger, and it nuzzled into his hand in return.
"How did this happen?", he wondered aloud. "They were stone!"
Placing the white dragon on her other shoulder, she crawled over to him. The green now jumped back into her hands, and she offered him another kiss.
Looking at Jon thoughtfully, she attempted to answer his question. "Maybe it's because of what I did at the manse... Or, maybe it's because of what we just did... It's been said there is power in our blood".
"I'd like to believe it was the latter", he replied, reaching out to pet them each in turn.
"Me too. And if there's power in our blood, think of all we might do... together".
All he could do was look at her in awe as she sat calmly with three dragons perched on her body. He didn't care what she thought, he knew it was her that had brought them to life.
"What's wrong?", he heard her ask. Until then he had thought she was sleeping.
He couldn't pretend there wasn't anything on his mind for she always seemed to know. Deciding it just best to tell her, he asked, "What if I get you pregnant?"
She smiled, tracing a finger over his lips. "Then I shall have your baby. We already have three hatchlings".
"I'm serious, Dany. I swore I'd never father a bastard".
Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "You won't marry me, then?"
"You'd marry me?", he knew Dany cared for him but he'd never considered she'd truly want to take him as her husband.
"What woman wouldn't want to marry a man as handsome and brave as you?"
It was too much suddenly, to look at someone who loved him so freely and he turned away.
"You are also the heir to the Iron Throne".
He looked at her incredulously."What?"
"You haven't thought about it? Your claim was better than Viserys'. You are the only living son of the crowned prince".
"I don't want to be King". This was all too much. He didn't want to be anyone's heir.
"Since I was a little girl, Viserys told me about everything that was taken from our family, and that it was our duty to fight to get it back. How can we put that aside?"
"We don't have an army".
"We have dragons".
"They are no bigger than cats".
"They will grow".
"No one will support my claim. There's no proof that I'm a legitimate son".
Dany got out of bed without a word and came back with a tattered leather-bound book from her things. "Here is proof. The Maester who married them recorded it".
She showed him where the maester had written of his father's marriage to his mother. Jon was dumbstruck as he ran his fingers over his parent's names. This was all too much too quickly. He shut the book abruptly. "Let's find my brother first. One war at a time, and... I would be honored to marry you... if you'd have me".
Daenerys smiled, and he felt his throat tighten as tears filled her eyes.
"I don't have anything to offer you. In Westeros, I'm only a bastard. I have no lands or titles to give you a life you deserve".
"A few short days ago I was being sold to a man I didn't know, to be used as he pleased. A captive in an unknown and brutal world. You offer me life and love. I belong with you, Jon Snow. And you, with me. I can feel it".
The wind was whipping the sails and the gray overcast sky added to the chill in the air. Dany hugged herself to ward of the cold. Their days on the sea were slipping by quickly, and she found herself feeling melancholy about reaching their destination already.
Each blissful day melted into the next as they hardly left their stateroom now that their bodies had been awoken to all the pleasure they could give to one another. They came up for meals and occasionally to look out at the sea, but no matter their initial intentions, they never stayed long.
"This is much colder than I'm used to. I'm going to have to get warmer clothes once we arrive".
Jon quickly removed his cloak and draped it over her shoulders. His warmth surrounding her, she rubbed her cheek against the soft fur. "Or maybe I'll keep this".
"Don't get any ideas. I like that cloak".
Ghost approached her next, nosing her hand for a pet, and she gave Jon a devilish smile. "Maybe I'll keep your wolf as well".
"I think you should speak more sweetly to me", he told her, stepping closer.
"Why would I do that?"
Bringing his lips to her ear, he whispered. "Because if you don't, maybe I won't do that thing with my tongue anymore".
She snorted, "Yes, you will".
A rough hand brushed her cheek before he replied, "Hmm, you're right. I will".
This simple touch from him was all it took to have her biting her bottom lip. "Do you want to earn your cloak back, Jon Snow?"
"Lead the way".
They were both sitting up in bed, naked as their name days as the hatchlings scampered about between them.
"You should name them", Jon told her. "They clearly prefer you".
"That's because I'm their mother. The green one likes you", she said, holding him before Jon.
He snorted before giving the little beast a pet. The hatchling leaned into his touch but then quickly crawled up Dany's arm to sit on her shoulder. "He still prefers you".
"You name him and I'll name the others".
With all the grace and love of a mother, Dany picked up the white hatchling, the smallest of the three. It warmed his heart to see her being so motherly and he couldn't help but imagine her with a babe of their own in her arms. A child they would have together would know all of the motherly affection he had desperately wanted as a boy, and at that moment he never wanted anything more.
"I'm going to name him for my brother. He may have been awful, but I know he didn't start that way. He was only four when our mother, and everyone else he ever knew, died brutally. Forced to flee to another land... This dragon will represent the good that had been there before the world made him dark and cold. Viserion".
She patted the dragon and gave him a gentle kiss before setting him back on the bed.
Dany coaxed the green little hatchling into her palms and handed him to Jon, looking at him expectantly.
"I've two dead fathers and one dead mother. I suppose it would be more fitting to name him after my Targaryen father. Rhaegal".
Dany smiled at him brightly, and he found himself happy to have pleased her. "It's a fine name", she cooed, petting Rhaegal's head.
Finally picking up the black dragon, she spoke to him. "My handsome son. What shall I call you? Anyone could see you resemble Balerion the Dread... but maybe, we two, the last Targaryens, want to go in a different direction. I'll name you after one of your lesser-known forebearers: Dreamfyre".
They were laying a bed one evening, a mere two days from White Harbor, and the gentle waves rocked them with a steady rhythm. The last light of the day was streaming through the porthole, casting long shadows.
He was laying on his back with Dany's soft body pressed into his side as her petite fingers traced patterns across his chest. She was humming some sweet melody he had never heard and that coupled with the thought of his seed drying between her legs made his heart feel light.
Never could he have imagined his life taking such a turn. It wasn't finding out about his true heritage that thrilled him, that was more of a burden than anything, it was having someone he loved so fully, who loved him back.
And I'm leading her right into a war. Putting her in harm's way.
His mood darkened like a fast-moving storm, and to his disappointment, she took notice immediately.
"What is it, Jon?"
He felt her soft fingers ghost over his brow and down his cheek, and he relished every delicate touch. "Dany, I've been thinking. I'll be heading straight to war... You would be far safer if you were to stay at Winterfell".
She pulled her hands away immediately and sat up, the loss of her touch almost painful. "You mean to set me aside?"
His stomach dropped at her words and he propped himself up to meet her. "Never. How could you think that? You are mine, Daenerys, and I am yours. I mean to see you protected. I can't let anything happen to you".
He hated to see the tears that formed in her eyes as she spoke. "Jon, haven't you seen that I am no ordinary girl? I got us out of the manse, I brought the dragons and I secured the diary".
Taking her hands in his, he tried to make her understand. "You are brilliant, Dany, but-"
"Jon!", she interrupted him forcefully, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "I will not be put away in a castle to just wait for you!"
His heart was hammering now, he needed to find the right words. "Dany, war is no place for a princess".
"No! If that is all you want from me, to be your quiet little wife who does what she's told then tell me now! Tell me and we can part ways in White Harbor!"
She got up abruptly from their bed, leaving him feeling instantly bereft and confused. He was only thinking of her safety, why was she so angry with him?
He felt like he'd been splashed with cold water as she began to redress. "Dany...".
She ignored him, continuing to dress as he got up and stood before her. "Dany, stop!"
He attempted to put his hands on her shoulders but she pushed him away.
His breath was catching now and he felt tears sting his eyes. "Look at me!"
Finally, she paused and met his gaze.
"Dany! That's not what I want!"
Instantly tears streamed down her face and he felt his own hot tears on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Dany". His voice broke as he continued, "I don't want that! Is that what you want? To part ways?"
She shook her head, still crying, "No!".
He reached out with unsure hands and was relieved when she let him hold her in his arms again. He let his remaining tears fall freely, hidden from her sight.
Once he had collected himself, he begged her, "Please, Dany. Don't say such things to me. I can't bear it".
He heard her sniffle before she squeezed him tightly. "I'm sorry", she breathed out before kissing his lips quickly, "I'm sorry, Jon".
"I'm sorry too", he told her, kissing her back. "I don't want to part from you. Not ever. I just want to keep you safe".
She deepened her kiss, then tore away and looked into his eyes. "Where you go, I go".
"Aye", he agreed. Steeling himself, he let the words spill out of his mouth before he could overthink. "I love you, Daenerys".
She stared at him for what felt like an eternity as he braced himself for rejection with bated breath.
"And I you".
He felt his eyes welling with tears again as he lifted her into his arms, burying his face in her sweet-smelling hair. She wrapped her legs around him as he held her by her seat, and his breathing grew labored as her lips found his neck.
"You are mine, Daenerys. Tell me you are mine".
"I'm yours", she whispered against his skin.
"Say it again!", he commanded her while he walked her back to the bed.
"I'm yours!"
