"Where do you think you're taking us?"
She kept her fingers laced through his hand as she took him deeper into the woods, just far enough away that they might have some privacy on this short break from marching.
The ride had felt long and unremarkable and she couldn't wait to have a moment alone with him. When they stopped for a rest, she was eager to escape the droves of soldiers and noblemen if only for a short reprieve.
Satisfied they were far enough away and that the dark green brush and tree coverage were thick enough, she threw her arms around his neck.
He tried to speak as she kissed him. "Dany, we should-"
Wanting to avoid an argument, she let a hands roam low until she was sure she had his full attention.
Lips brushing his ear, she whispered to him. "I can't wait until nightfall." Then she kissed him again.
Biting her bottom lip before he pulled away, his voice became a low growl. "We have to be quick. And quiet."
Her body was bursting with energy, and she kissed and nipped at his neck as he hoisted her into his arms and backed her against the trunk of a great oak.
His trail of kisses along her neck and down along the tops of her breast had her panting as she leaned her head back against the rough bark.
"Jon... there's something I have to tell you."
When he stopped and looked at her, she found she could not speak the words.
Without warning, a pair of raised voices had him setting her back on her feet in a panic, and her heart was in her throat as he stepped in front of her to shield her from any prying eyes. She straightened her dress and they both stood silent and listened.
They could hear the familiar voice of a woman, sounding upset.
"I can't. We have to end it. I'm sorry."
Dany grabbed hold of Jon's arm and whispered hurriedly. "Talisa and Robb!"
Jon put a finger to his lips and they listened.
They heard Robb next. "What do you mean?"
"I am not a whore. No one is going to use me to warm their bed!"
"That's what you think of me, My Lady? That's what you think this has been about?"
"You're betrothed to another."
"Aye, I had to agree to a marriage in order to cross the Twins."
"And I understand. You made a decision for your people and your family. I don't blame you... but this isn't who I am."
"Talisa, I am in love with you."
"You're a good King, Robb. I know you will do right by your people, and... I hope marriage brings you every happiness."
"Aye, marriage will bring me happiness. So long as it is you who will be my wife."
"Robb..."
"Marry me."
"But what about your alliance?"
"Leave that to me. Marry me, Talisa. Be mine until the end of my days."
Dany felt anger roll over her body like a storm, and she sensed similar energy emitting from Jon, as she looked up to see him scowling in his brother's direction.
Taking her hand, he moved them so quickly she nearly tripped over a raised tree root. Once they were out of earshot, he began muttering under his breath. "The fucking fool."
"Jon, stop."
"I tell him about your dreams, and still he doesn't listen! He's always thought himself better than me! Thinks he doesn't need to listen to anyone else!"
Dany was certain she'd never seen him so upset and felt at a loss for words.
"If my fath- Ned Stark- was here he'd knock some sense into him!"
"We need Lady Stark."
Jon stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes. "By the Gods, I'd never have thought I'd see the day I longed for Catelyn Tully Stark!"
She squeezed his arm. "Jon, we will find a way. You and I together. Right now, you need to focus on working with Robb to find a way past Golden Tooth. Let me worry about this issue for now."
Jon exhaled. "Alright. For now."
If Robb wasn't going to listen to Jon, then she would have to intervene. Though he didn't know it yet, they would be bringing a child into this world and she was going to make sure he was protected. "Robb is a good man, Jon. He's just in love."
The forest was dark but more alive now than in the bright light of day, and he could hear it all, more than his human ears could pick up. Little creatures scurrying about the forest floor, being stalked by larger ones, a great horned owl watching it all intently from a branch above.
Jon could feel Ghost fighting his own desires to hunt for prey as they combed the area searching for a way to bypass the castle of Golden Tooth.
Robb was surging ahead of him within Grey Wind's hide, far more eager than he was apparently, but with a little more effort, Jon took the lead again.
He thought he had put his boyish rivalry with Robb aside but he found it roiling more in his gut with each passing day. His rational side knew it wouldn't matter who found a route as long as it was found and his wife could be safer.
For Dany, he would tolerate being called a king but in reality, he found it humiliating to be a king of nothing. He'd no armies castles or riches, only a claim to his family's broken dynasty.
Robb had everything Jon ever wanted from birth and even with a greater claim to power, Jon was left wanting. He hoped he and Dany would have children someday, and he would not let a child of his live in the shadow of a Stark.
There wasn't much time for brooding in the mind of a wolf as the soft misstep of a succulent rabbit suddenly took all of his focus. He couldn't stop himself from sinking his teeth into it, euphoria flooding his senses as he enjoyed his snack.
They ran for what felt like hours, separating to cover more space, when a howl in the dark had him following his brother's scent. The trail led him to the opening of what appeared to be a wide road, the ground was uneven and rocky but it didn't escape his attention that it was spacious enough for the cavalry to advance through.
Down the trail, they went until the smell of men, and smoke from chimneys began to fill the air, as the village of Oxcross came into view.
They passed through within the shadows, undetected by the humans sleeping within their humble homes, only a dog, barking bravely, took notice of them.
The Lannister camp was not far off, quiet and dark, covered in golden lion sigils. No one stirred and there were no sentries to be found that could warn the soldiers of an impending attack.
Suddenly, a tickling sensation started at the edges of his mind and the camp began to fade as he became aware of the soft bed beneath him and a warm body beside him.
He sat up with a start, covered in sweat, Dany's ever hot little body curled around him.
She sat up too, eyes heavy with sleep.
"Jon? You're back."
He took in a breath and laid back against the pillows. "We found an old goat track... Leads right to their camp... he doesn't have sentries posted... what kind of fool wouldn't use sentries?"
"You did it then? And you're alright?"
"Aye." He almost couldn't believe it had worked. "We did it."
The day had gone much like other days on the road except for the nervous anticipation building in his belly. Their plans had been made and in a matter of hours, they would execute them.
He noticed Dany quietly picking at her supper that evening as they sat by the fire. Not looking up from her plate while the Mormont sisters made bets about who would kill the most Lannisters in the early morning.
The air was heavy as they entered their tent and he could sense her sorrow even before he saw her bottom lip start to quiver. Candlelight gave the room a golden glow that allowed him to see her watery eyes. He found it hard to look at her and his heart was heavy as he pulled her into him, kissing her forehead.
Her small frame shook in his arms. "I'm sorry, Jon. I want to be brave, but I'm scared."
For a moment he regretted bringing her here. Regretted not stealing her away to someplace quiet where they could live in peace.
He held her until her sobs subsided and in a state of quiet calm, they helped each other into their bedclothes. Most nights they removed each other's garments in a flurry, unable to keep their hands off of each other, but tonight felt more intimate.
Crawling into bed together, he felt he never appreciated the comfort of sharing a bed with her as much as he did now.
His arms wrapped around her, she clutched his chest tightly, her head pressed over his heart.
A treacherous thought had been growing in his mind everyday, nagging at him endlessly. The thought alone brought searing pain to his heart and he knew he couldn't wait any longer to talk to her.
"Dany."
She looked up at him with wide eyes as if she already knew what he would say.
"Dany, if... I fall-"
Her mouth tightened. "Jon, don't."
"Dany, it's important. If I fall, go to Winterfell. Go straight away." Her eyes were swimming with tears but he went on. "If my family fails you, and treats you harshly, go to the Wall. Maester Aemon and Commander Mormont will protect you until the dragons are grown."
She pulled back and glared up at him, making his throat go dry. "Why do you speak such things to me? How can you be so cruel?" She cupped his cheek with her hand. "You are not going to let some Lannister soldier take you away from me. I forbid it."
"Dany, I only want-"
"You aren't going to die until you are an old man, with hair as gray as Ser Barristan's, asleep in our bed. Do you understand?"
He felt tears prick his eyes as he nodded. It was easy to understand now why men of the Night's Watch were forbidden from taking wives. Duty had never been more difficult than now.
"Say you will return to me."
The fear and pain in her eyes would have him promising her the world. "I will."
"Fight bravely and fight fiercely but above all, fight to return to me."
He kissed her deeply, letting his fingers slip through the silk of her hair.
She sobbed against his mouth and pulled away again, and he knew there was something more.
"It isn't only me you'll be fighting to come back to."
The hair on the back of his neck stood up before he knew why and his heart began to race as she kissed his hand and rested it low on her belly. His mouth fell open as he began to take in her meaning. It can't be.
She sniffled and smiled at him through her tears. "You've given me a gift."
Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair and felt a single tear roll down his cheek. His voice caught while he spoke. "A babe?"
"A son."
He sucked in a breath before pulling her back into his embrace, letting his tears fall freely out of her sight. "How do you know?"
"I know."
He laughed in delight, wondering if his heart had ever felt so full, until reality weighed him down again. "The gods could not be so cruel to give me both of you, only to let me die now."
"We are Targaryens. We have no gods. You will return to me, My King."
"Ghost will stay with you. Along with Ser Barristan."
"No, you need him by your side. Ser Barristan will keep me safe."
"I know Ghost will protect you no matter what side of the coin lands face up. I can't say the same for Ser Barristan. Not yet. This is an argument you will not win."
"Very well."
"Very well? That's it?"
"I already consider you overly protective. I knew as a father you'd be insufferable."
He laughed again. "When this war is done, I'm going to spend my days taking care of you."
"And teaching our son how to ride a horse and use a sword?"
A wide grin played on his lips. "Aye. That too."
He held her through the night, unsure whether he truly slept or simply lay there, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest.
She'd entered his life like a summer storm, powerful and unexpected. Yet again she had turned his world upside down with the promise of new life. One they created together.
All too soon it was time to rise but he found himself feeling rested even with only a few precious hours of sleep. Leaving her warmth was the hardest part and he hated her insistence to get up in the dead of night to help him dress.
He noticed her hands trembling as she worked at a fastening at his shoulder. He stilled her hand with his and waited to speak until she looked at him.
"Dany, I've been trained for this my whole life. Since I was a boy."
She gave him her best effort at a smile. "You won't be able to see anything with your hair like that."
Leaving his side, she brought over a chair and motioned for him to sit.
He closed his eyes as she combed her fingers through his hair, sending tingling sensations throughout his body as she pulled it back from his face.
Coming around to meet him, she caressed his face. "You will return to me. You must."
He kissed her desperately, trying to remember the taste of her. "Nothing will keep me from you, Dany."
He stood up, and with a heavy heart walked past her to sheath Dark Sister at his side. There was no time left, he had to say goodbye. Kissing her once more, he sent a silent prayer to the old gods that it would not be there last.
Her hands were warm over his as he held her head in his hands.
Her eyes were shining but she kept her voice from trembling. "You are my wolf, my dragon, my King. Avy jorrāelan."
"I will fight for you. I will fight for you both. Avy jorrāelan."
Holding her tightly, he took in the scent of her hair before breaking away, and then he left the warmth of their tent without another word.
If he was to return to her and their babe, he would need to set his feelings aside. He let a numbness settle over his body and prepared to become the man they needed him to be.
She lay awake for what felt like hours, huddled in bed with all three of her children. They were cuddled against her, surrounding her with warmth and taking up most of the bed. What would they do once they were too large for a tent altogether?
There was a weight on her chest that would not let up no matter how many times she told herself he would be ok.
She would not cry. There was nothing to cry about because he would return to her.
Movement at the entrance of their tent had her sitting up, her heart frozen in her chest. She slumped back down as Ghost sauntered inside and came to the side of the bed to greet her.
Running her fingers through his fur, she looked at him longingly. "Is he alright, boy?"
He looked at her a moment longer before jumping up on the bed and laying across the end. She was not alone in her worry for Jon and that brought with it its own solace.
Closing her eyes, she realized every nerve in her body was alert and there was little point in sleeping. It wasn't only her worry for Jon that had her on edge either.
There was a task she needed to tend to. One she had put off for far too long, and now was as good a time as any. While Jon was fighting one battle, she would fight another.
Slipping from the warmth and comfort of her bed and beloved companions was difficult, especially as the chill surrounded her. She dressed quickly, donning her fur cloak and calling Ghost to her side.
Once outside, Ser Barristan, ever watchful, made to follow her. "I am not in need of your service at this time, Ser. Stay with my dragons."
"My King commanded me to remain close to you, Your Grace."
"Your Queen commands you to stay."
He did not follow as she marched away, Ghost ever faithful by her side.
Robb's tent was easy to find in the soft light of early morning, not far from hers. The eyes of the guard posted outside the door grew wide at her approach.
"My Lady, " Dany called through the canvas door.
In a few moments, the flap of the entryway was open and Talisa greeted her warmly. "Your Grace, please come in."
Her brazier was lit along with numerous candles. It was clear that she'd given up on sleep as well.
"Thank you. I'm finding it unbearable to wait alone."
"I know what you mean. I'm glad you're here."
"I didn't imagine how hard this would be. Waiting. I feel so useless."
Talisa took both of her hands in hers. "They will come back to us. I know it. How are you feeling?"
Her kindness made everything more difficult. "Much better. Your herbs are helping."
Talisa offered her a seat by the fire. "Have you told him yet?"
Dany's heart felt full at the thought and she nodded.
"How did he react?"
"He was quite happy. I still can't believe I carry his son inside me."
"You think it's a boy?"
"I know it is."
"How?"
"I'm no ordinary woman, Talisa."
"That's as true as anything."
"I have dreams. Visions. Of things that will come to pass. And...there's a certain dream I keep having. One that concerns you."
The smile fell from Talisa's face. "Me? What is it?"
Dany took her hand and hardened her heart. "I do not tell you this lightly. I know it will cause you pain. I tell you because I fear if I don't, you will die and so will Robb."
Her face turned gray. "Tell me."
"In my dream, there is a feast at the hall of Walder Frey. Suddenly, there is death everywhere and Lord Frey makes a toast to Robb, forever young. I join a crowd of people in the center of the room, and I see what they see. A woman, heavy with child, lying in her own blood. The woman I see... is you."
Talisa got up from her chair and moved to the other side of the room.
"I'm sorry."
She turned back to face Dany. "Why are you telling me this now?"
"If you marry Robb, he will lose the Freys and more. If Robb loses the Frey's, we could lose the war. We could die. You, me, Robb, Jon, the son I carry, along with the child you and Robb would have had together."
"You can't be sure your dream is real."
"I am."
Tears were pooling in her eyes. "What would you have me do?"
"End it. Break his heart and spare his life. Spare your life and all of our lives."
Her tears began to spill down her cheeks, and she hid her face in her hands.
Dany had cared for Talisa, had been overjoyed to find such a friend, but she knew now they weren't meant to take this journey together. "I am sorry, Talisa. I wish it weren't true. I wish you could marry Robb, and be my good sister, but it can never be."
Talisa wiped her face and looked at Dany with cold eyes. "Is there anything else you require of me, Your Grace?"
"No, " she replied, her voice barely above a whisper before she left Robb's tent. As she walked away, she could hear Talisa's cries growing fainter with each step.
She had another visit to make.
The noise around him was deafening, the pounding hooves almost as loud as his heartbeat raging inside his ears. His voice, which he raised in a cry that stung his lungs, felt as far away as the battle cries of his comrades around him.
Mounted men and women surrounded him as they charged like a violent and vicious wave that was about to drown the Lannister camp.
There were still men chasing after horses and searching for weapons as they made their approach, pressing the advantage of their surprise attack.
Nothing felt real, like at any moment he would wake to find himself back in his dark cold room at the Castle Black. He gripped his lance tightly to keep himself grounded to the present moment.
A ruthless fury was charging through his veins, like nothing he had ever felt and along with with that fury, an excitement he couldn't ignore.
He had felt pity for the men while he and Robb had stalked through their encampment not an hour ago in the skins of their wolves. The terrified horses, recently loosed by Northmen, trampled tents and men, awoken roughly from their sleep. Thinking of those unsuspecting men, with wives, lovers and family waiting for them, filled him with regret.
However, the wiry grin Robb had given Jon right before calling for the charge was contagious and he let himself acknowledge the wicked thrill of it all.
His eyes were trained on the chaotic and shaking lines of men now postured to take the brutal blow of their attack.
The nearer they drew, the more rapidly he drew air into his lungs as he gritted his teeth. His heart was pounding along with the rhythm of the hoofbeats of thousands of horses, running as one.
Pound, pound, pound.
Shouts erupted from the camp and calls to arms.
Pound, pound, pound.
A small force gathered, preparing to stand their ground, as the cavalry moved closer together, creating an impenetrable wall as they moved to surround them.
His breathing was rapid, and his focus singular as his lance pierced the chest of an enemy soldier. His arm felt the push back as his lance punctured mail, flesh, and bone and stayed lodged in the man's chest as they broke threw their line like butter.
Operating on instinct, Dark Sister was quickly in his grasp, her tip finding it's way into a man's throat, dark red blood spraying in a way he'd never imagined.
Momentarily stunned, he took in the scene around him. Dacey Mormont bashed in a man's skull with her mace and he thought he saw the man's eye popping out of its socket.
Greatjon Umber, rending and ripping the exposed flesh of the unfortunate souls around him in a frenzy.
Sudden movement at his side had him turning to see Dacey land fatal blow to a man's face as he appeared to be charging Jon with a sword.
"Stay with us, Jon Snow!" She shouted above the fray.
He set his mind back to the butchering at hand, as men continued to swarm them on foot. The earth was already soaked in blood and the scent of it was so thick in the air, he feared to breathe it in.
An arrow whistled past, closer to his head then he would have liked and he heard a strangled groan as he looked up to see Theon holding his side.
They pressed forward, the sound of clashing steel so overpowering it may as well have been silent.
A shout rose out from the chaos, "There's Stafford Lannister!"
Jon looked up to see a middle-aged man chasing down a horse. Something came over him then and he thought of Dany, forced to live on the streets of Essos, of Ned Stark, beheaded as a traitor, his sisters taken as hostages.
Rage consumed him and all he could see through the red tint was a man who benefited from his family's misery.
Wrenching a lance out of the belly of a man still clinging to life, he charged across the melee.
Stafford had just managed to take hold of the reins of his horse when he turned round to see Jon, flying at him in a frenzy.
No sooner had he reached for his sword, then Jon launched his lance through the air. The man had only a moment to protest before there was a sickening crunch as it impaled his forehead, blood, and flesh splattering through the air as his body slumped to the ground.
He exhaled a breath as relief washed over his body like serenity. The remaining soldiers had laid down their weapons and were being rounded up as prisoners.
Riding back to Robb, he saw his brother smiling broadly, and it eased his heart to see him unharmed. For all his frustration, Robb was his family.
Theon sat pale on the ground, a bloody arrow at his feet as Smalljon Umber was wrapping the wound with linen.
Suddenly Rickard Karstark accosted Jon gruffly. "You should have left the Lannister to me, Dragonwolf! At least I got to see his head explode." He clapped Jon on the back. "Perhaps you're worth the trouble after all."
A bit of pride swelled in his chest but it quickly turned to shame as he once again became aware of the wounded men crying out in unison around him and begging for mercy.
It was then he looked down at his clothes to seem them covered in blood and filth.
There was a heavy mist on the morning air, mist and the purple light of dawn. With the rising sun at least she could look forward to feeling warmth again, depending on how the events of the day went.
Jon was in the thick of it no doubt and she found herself going between being paralyzed with fear and completely numb.
She approached the pen, which was very like the pen of a farm animal, and again wondered what drew her here. There was a maliciousness inside of her that enjoyed seeing him so humbled and a childish part that wanted to make sure the monster was still trapped.
Whatever the reason, she enjoyed taunting him, some type of justice at least for the crimes he committed against her family.
The guards let her pass through with Ghost with little more than a wary glance and just like in the dungeon, she was met with a foul stentch.
A sudden shiver ran down her spine to see him sitting against a pole, hands tied behind his back and head down. She almost retreated when Ghost lurked toward him, making the wretched man gasp, and her courage returned.
A part of her pitied him. Ghost was quite terrifying with eyes that must seem a hellish red to his enemies.
She smiled to herself as she spoke. "Good evening, Lion of Lannister."
He looked up as Ghost returned to her side. She could see blind hatred in his eyes but something else too. Could it be regret? Fear?
"Good evening, little Princess. Lonely without your bastard husband already?"
Anger turned in her belly but she set it aside. "Bastard is he? I took him for a King."
He chuckled, voice sounding weak and worn. "So your northern friends' whisper, I'm sure they were easy to convince but what about the rest of the Seven Kingdoms?"
His words could have filled her with dread had she had a higher opinion of him. "They'll all know it when he flies for the Redkeep on the back of a dragon."
"Ah yes. Two disinherited lovers avenge their family and restore their dynasty to its former glory. It's a lovely story, poetic even, but the truth is the world doesn't work that way. My father will finish this King in the North and send whoever's left howling back to Winterfell. Your bastard husband will be executed, your dragons slaughtered and you... well, I'm afraid a beautiful girl like you can't hope for such a merciful death. More like you'll be given to Ser Gregor Clegane as recompense. My father does love to reward blind loyalty."
She didn't hide her smirk when she realized she could see right through him. "Is that what you do in here all day? Imagine your father coming to your rescue? Vanquishing all of your enemies for you? It must have been nice to grow up with a father to fight your battles."
She could see from the quick flash in his eyes that she struck the nerve she had intended to.
"Why have you come? Are you growing fond of me?"
"That is a good question." She stroked Ghost behind his ears absentmindedly. "Perhaps you remind me of my brother. Your hair is much darker but you are an arrogant monster. I guess we're drawn to the familiar. But more to the point, if anything happens to Jon, I'd like to watch Ghost eat you alive."
He gave his best effort at a mocking laugh. "Well, then I shall start saying my prayers. My uncle Stafford Lannister, is said to be one of the most ruthless men alive. The only man I've ever seen my father cower before, and I'm sure you're well aware of the reputation of Tywin Lannister."
She cocked her head to one side. "That's interesting, Lannister because from what I've heard, your uncle is a fool who didn't even bother to secure the parameter for his own camp."
Feeling satisfied, she turned to leave when he spoke again. "Not so infamous as the Mad King. Many cowered before him and they were right to do so. Even your mother, her wails could be heard outside their chamber door."
A fire was lit within her at the mention of her mother. Such a coward should not speak of her. "Then how fortuitous it must have been for my mother when you were named to the Kingsguard. A young, valiant knight to protect her. Except that's not what happened, is it?"
It was a surprise to Dany to see a look of shame on his face, but it only angered her further, and she knelt before him, making sure to pierce him with her eyes.
"Speechless for once. It would seem I struck a chord. That's because you know you're unworthy to be called a knight of the Seven Kingdoms. You're cowardly and you are cruel."
The sound of a horn sent a wave of shock and fear through her body. Had the army returned so soon? Were they victorious? Had they fallen back?
"Oh, princess." His words made her skin crawl. "Are those the horns of victory or surrender?"
She looked at him sharply and suddenly her great companion was snarling and snapping a breath away from his face.
Dany placed a gentle hand on the wolf's head and his posture slowly relaxed.
"You underestimate me, Kingslayer. That is Good."
He glared daggers at her and she knew if his hands were free, he would have them around her throat.
Leaving him without another word, she went to follow the blast of the horn.
She ran through the camp toward the sound of the blasting horn. Fires, baskets, and axes were abandoned as men and women ran toward the sound. Hastily joining the gathering crowd, she practically bumped into Talisa. The healer gave her an unreadable expression before they both turned to look toward the clearing at the edge of camp.
Robb came through first wearing a wide and handsome grin from atop his white destrier and jubilant cheers broke out all around her. The Mormont sisters rode side by side, looking energized and pleased, even with their faces and armor sprayed with mud and blood.
Her heart began to pound as she stood on her toes to look for him in the rows of cavalry.
Robb climbed down as soon as he saw Talisa and Dany felt a surge of irritation and pity as he swept her up in his arms.
Her heart all but stopped when she saw him, a serious look on his face as he rode his black warhorse. His hair was mussed, much of it out of the leather tie she used to hold it back, his beautiful face splotched with filth.
His dark eyes were searching the crowd ahead of him, and she saw them soften, sending a thrill to her heart when he found her.
Her nose stung as tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to run to him but she couldn't bring herself to move from the spot.
He was here. Alive and unharmed. Instinctively, she pressed a hand to her abdomen, caressing the budding life inside of her.
As he neared she could see Jon was leading another horse behind him, the one Theon rode and he looked as pale as the moon. Two of silent sisters who were among the crowd noticed him as well and were soon helping him down from his horse.
As he climbed down gingerly, she felt energy charge through her and she rushed to meet him. His eyes were dark and full of emotion, and she felt vulnerable under his gaze.
Instantly, she was lifted off her feet and into his strong arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. She could smell the muck still clinging to his face and hair as he kissed her lustfully but she couldn't bring herself to care. The blood and grime covering his person were signs of his bravery and power and she practically welcomed it even as it dirtied her gown.
Her stomach was fluttering wildly as he began to walk them toward their tent, even as he continued to kiss her hungrily.
He felt different, more wild, savage even and the thought thrilled her, sending shivers throughout her body. He was something more than Jon, a beast inside him that was stirred by the fury of battle.
He was alive. He was hers and together they would take back everything that was theirs.
