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The day when the elves arrived was grand at the evening. Even grander than when the Stag King arrived, it's as if the elves themselves are the Kings and Queens. And even more special occasions is when Robb told Jon that Lady Cat allowed him to join their dinner feast, meaning he gets to be with Dany all day long! He wanted to see how Dany would react to meeting another clan, a clan who would be their allies.
As the two cubs got ready, Jon wore his Stark armor with long sleeves. He didn't put on any plates, just the softer coat plates. He would always wear this if there are important meetings, though he felt underdressed for this event.
He waits outside his chambers for Dany, who is changing to the dress Sansa made her. After a while, he heard the door opened and she came out of their chambers.
The sight of her in that white silk chiffon dress is breathtaking. It is a long sleeve dress, but enough to show her curves. He could've sworn that she too can compete with the elves themselves, she is fair as the sea and the sun and the snow upon the mountain. He wished she could wear that every day.
Dany nervously went up to him, "Is…is this alright?"
He gave her a warm smile and pulled her to him, "You look beautiful."
She blushed and looked away from him, "Thank you."
He placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to him so that he can kiss her. He wants to give her the confidence she needs, to let her own her appearance, "You are, Dany. Trust me." When they pulled apart, she was smiling at him. Then he offered her his arm, "Shall we?"
He felt her worming her arm around his and they both went to the castle grounds.
The elves are not like any other house clans. Their neatly designed carriages were not pulled by horses but silver elks. Their think antlers stood tall and elegant like the elves themselves, their riders wore light silver armors.
The Stark cubs aligned themselves just like when the Stag King arrived, including Dany beside him. Dany did not wear the dress that Sansa made yet, she wore a simple grey dress she always wore after patrolling with Jon. It made her insecure about how she appears in front of the noble elves, especially towards Robb's mate. Her hands were fidgeting in wary.
And Jon, always attentive towards her, noticed. He clasped her hand behind his cloak, hiding their tangled hands, to stop her little movements, "Are you ready?" he asked her softly.
She exhaled, "Not really."
"Don't worry, you'll do fine," he squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
Dany looked at him and returned him her sweet smile, "Thank you." They returned to face the castle entrance where the knight elves entered one by one, some were surrounding a grand rose designed carriage, which Jon guessed that inside would be his brother's soon to be mate and her grandmother.
One of the knights, who wore a far more elegant armor, differentiating himself with the rest of the knight elves, took his helmet off. Revealing to be Ser Loras Tyrell, Knight of the Flowers. He has neat brunette curled hair, pointy ears, and pale skin. His blue eyes watched them carefully, he looks very much like a prince.
He dismounted his silver elk, walked to the carriage, and opened the door. He extended his hand, he retrieved a young beautiful lady elf. The princess of the Tyrell elf clan, Margery Tyrell.
Just like what Uncle Benjen had said, she really is breathtaking. Pale skin, long hair reaching down her chest, and a sweet smile like Dany. But no matter how beautiful the rose of elf is, no one can make his heart race as fast as when he laid his eyes on Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen.
Jon glanced at Dany, just to make sure she didn't see him staring at Margery for too long. However, she too herself was staring at the elf princess. He can see her face fell, as if insecure on how she would appear compared to the elf princess.
He gripped her hand tighter, reassuring her. Dany looked at him and smiled, understanding his silent words.
Loras let go of Margery's hand to assist another coming figure, an old woman with grand clothing. That must be Olenna, Jon thought. The old elf looked far more royalty than Queen Cersei, even if age had caught up with her. She wore a headdress, engraved with floral designs that painted her cloak, a similar design like her granddaughter. Representing the flower of their sigil.
His father stepped forward, "Lady Tyrell, it is a great honor for you and your family to come to Winterfell. It is yours so long as you wish to have us as your companion."
"So as I, Lord Alpha Stark," Olenna greeted back, "It is an honor to finally see you again, though we never thought to come here if it weren't for my granddaughter's request." As she said that, she looked behind to see Margery coming to her side.
The elf princess looked at each and every one of the Stark members with a sweet smile, even Dany. However, she took a long stare at Robb before her cheeks flared red.
"Regardless, will you please bring us inside" Olenna continued, going straight to the point, "We are not accustomed to the cold of the North, I trust that you have everything necessary to keep us from the chills here."
"Certainly, my Lady. Allow my ward to escort you inside," his father laughed, Theon appeared with a smirk on his face and led the elves inside. The rest of the Starks followed, and as usual, Dany walked by Jon's side.
Jon noticed his brother's face was frozen, wide-eyed. Robb was staring straight at Margery's back, not leaving his sight of off her. Now, he knows what it felt like to tease a lovesick person.
Robb learned to his brother, "Pinch me, Jon," he whispered to him, "Am I dreaming?"
He chuckled. But he didn't pinch him, "Believe, I was like you when I first saw Dany." He said, but Dany didn't seem to catch what he said. For she was still looking ahead as if thinking of something, "You alright?"
She nodded, "Just nervous."
Jon smiled before looking back at his brother. His mouth was still agape, "She is a rose, Jon." Robb added again. He can tell that he is being honest, he then looked at Jon seriously, "What do I do?"
Jon huffed, "Just be who you are meant to be." He answered it felt right to say that to him. After all, that's how he told Dany, and they both ended up together now.
The feast went smoothly, which astound Jon. But he was still wary of the presence of Lady Catelyn, so he placed himself at the far corner where the cubs sat, away from the views of the Lords and Ladies. The Tyrells sat with the Alpha Stark and his mate, speaking freely.
Robb, on the other hand, sat with Margery. Jon can see that they both looked happy, and their exchanges looked natural. He felt happy that his brother found someone.
The elves and pack members were spending their time, having fun, and all. Drinking ale and eating.
Jon and Dany sat together side by side, he is placed at the end whilst Dany is between him and Arya. The little pup was playing and picking at her food, "This is so boring," he heard his sister grumbling.
Dany giggled at her remark, she placed a hand on her shoulder, "Be patient, Arya. At least stay awake until an hour or two before your mother gets you and your brother to bed."
"Fiiine," she grumbled and continued to pick on her food. She had mainly eaten her meat and the scraps are the ones she's playing to entertain herself.
"Why don't you get yourself some sweets, you are done eating after all," Dany said.
This lightens her face and she slipped off her chair, darting to the table filled with warm cakes and sweets.
Jon chuckled at their exchange, "You seem to know how to get her attention now."
She turned to face him with a smile, "I've seen you and Robb negotiating a lot with her."
He returned a smile and clasped her hand to his, he wanted to kiss her there and then but with people around them, it didn't feel right.
Pass Dany, Robb and Margery came to their direction arm in arm. Jon let go of her hand and looked at them, making her turn to where he is looking at. How he wished he could expose his relationship with Dany this freely.
Now that Margery is right in front of him, he can now see the rose she is. She looked exactly like Dany, except taller. Her face so kind, he can see why his uncle said that all men would not dare lift a hand on her. She looked like someone who is groomed to be a great queen, a perfect match Robb.
But no matter how beautiful the lady elf is, nothing can compare the stirring feeling he always had whenever he is with Dany. They both stood up to greet them.
"Jon, Dany," Robb began, "I want you to meet my soon-to-be-mate, Margery," he then turned to Dany, "And Dany, she has been dying to meet you, probably more interested to meet you instead of me."
The Rose of Tyrell smacked his arm, "Robb, you're embarrassing me in front of her," she then turned to her, "Daenerys, it's an honor to finally meet you in person." Margery took her hands in hers, "I've heard so much about you," then he turned to Jon, "and how he rescued you from the lions." Margery then let go off her hands and went to him, this is the first time someone is so enthusiastic to meet him, "Jon Snow, your brother spoke highly about you, I'm so glad to finally meet you. You are so brave to protect Daenerys from the lions!"
Jon was taken aback, never had he obtained such compliment from a Southerner. She didn't see him as a bastard like Dany, she is truly wise. "It's an honor to meet you, My Lady," he bowed.
"Oh, don't give me that courtesy, Jon. We are to be siblings soon enough, Margery would do just fine," she said before turning to Dany again, "Oh, forgive me for ignoring you, Daenerys. I'm just so excited to meet you both. I hope you are well here in the North. As you may know, I am Margery Tyrell."
Dany smiled, "It's an honor to finally meet you, Margery. Robb too wouldn't stop talking about you."
"Hey," Robb protests, "Don't embarrass me, Dany!"
Margery's cheeks turned to a shade of pink, "Oh, I'm sure he did, the way I did too with Loras," she defended as she held Robb's arm, "Actually, Loras too would like to see you. Though at the moment, I think he is quite occupied with some other people." She turned to look for the knight, only to find him still talking to some other people elsewhere, laughing and drinking. She sighed, "I'm sure he'll come later on."
"He seems to be having fun," Dany pointed out.
Margery gave her a warm smile, "Loras loves to be around people, it's like wine to him. But I'm sure he'll notice you in no time."
Jon felt discomfort at the last part, but he tried to brush it off, "How do you like the North so far?"
This changed the subject of what she was just talking about, luckily, she is a social person and went along very well, "Oh, there's so much snow here. It's very beautiful, but the cold is something I will need to get used to."
"Dany got used to it," Robb grinned, "She's one of us now, maybe you are secretly a wolf."
"She's a dragon, the cold doesn't bother her anyway," Margery added as she turned to her, "So Robb calls you Dany?"
"Yes," she smiled, "Pretty much only Robb, Jon, Arya, and Bran calls me that."
"May I call you that too?" Margery enthusiastically asked, already feeling like part of the pack.
Dany smiled, "Of course, Margery."
Margery gave them all a wide grin, blooming like the rose she is, "Oh, I can't wait to be part of your pack. We will all fit together so well!"
"Of course, we will, my love," Robb said, "Let me show you around the castle, let you familiarize the place."
"Lead the way, my Alpha," she answered then she turned to Jon and Dany, "I'll see you both in a bit."
Jon bowed, "Welcome to the North, Margery. Do enjoy yourself here," Robb and Margery gave him a last smile before they turned to leave. At that, Jon and Dany say again, "That wasn't so bad."
"Mhmmm, she's a good person," Dany hummed, watching the couples leaving the dining hall, "and she's beautiful. Robb is right, she really is a rose."
"I suppose, elves have their beauty," Jon huffed."
"You have never fancied any of them?" she turned to him, she looked very curious.
"No, not really," he reassured her, "They are pretty lasses, sure. They tolerate me, which is nice. But since they live in the South, we've only seen them a couple of times but not communicate. Only my Alpha father does, which probably explains Robb's marriage," he answered. He did wonder what it'd be like to have an elf as a mate before meeting Dany, but he knew that it'd be farfetched. For the elves are also proud clans, they wouldn't want a bastard as their mate.
"I see," she said before turning to face where they just left, "But Margery is nice, she'd make a fine mate for Robb."
"Aye, she will," Jon agreed, he noticed that his ale has finished. He stood up and grabbed his glass, "I'm going to get some more drink, do you want so too?"
She shook her head, "I'm good."
"Alright," and he turned to the food table.
As he is pouring his ale, from the corner of his eye, he could see someone approaching him. Putting the jug down and was about to turn to go back to Dany, the figure came up to him. Revealing to me Lady Olenna herself, walking tall and proud like the elf she is. Her face looked fierce but welcoming as well. He guessed that she may be someone he doesn't want to accidentally tick.
Jon regained back his composure, he placed his glass down and bowed, "La...Lady Olenna."
"Jon Snow," the voice of the Tyrell Rose clan is strong but gentle, "The Wolf cub that saved the Dragon cub from her own brother and Lions, what an unusual turn of event."
"I…I did what I believe was right," he looked up at her.
"And you most certainly did, I loved to hear how the lions, especially Tywin, could not get over the fact that they were outwitted by the bastard of Winterfell," she honestly said, he took it as a compliment as he stayed silent. "Tell me, Jon Snow. What really made up your mind to save the last living Dragon? Obviously, you killed her brother, but you stayed your hand with young Daenerys. Why?"
"When I was patrolling at the areas of White Harbor, I found heard her screaming. Beaten by her own brother, he said…." He swallowed, feeling disgusted to repeat what he heard all those seasons ago, "That he'd sell his own sister to a savage clan for an army so that he can be king."
"Hmm, so I've heard, though that beginning part wasn't really told much, and your father agreed for her to be one of your packs. Curious, don't you think?" she said. "While I know he is an honorable man, I didn't expect him to be this honorable after the tragedy of his own sister. Keeping you as his son, and a Dragon amongst the pack."
"Not to mention, Theon Greyjoy," he added with respect for his Alpha father.
"Ah, yes, the Kraken cub. Honestly, it's like an orphanage here. It won't be long before my own granddaughter will be one of you," she stated.
"Did she want to be a shifter?" he asked.
"No, but even if does, our blood is too strong to implement such magic. She would probably be riding on the Young Wolf's back the way you did for the Targaryen cub," Jon flinched at that information. How could she know of that? She noticed his astound face and gave him a sly smile, "Don't you think I don't know that. I've already heard stories of the White Wolf with a girl on his back, ever since the news of the Dragon cub in Winterfell spreads." She leaned her body on the table, "Tell me, wolf cub. Do you fancy her?" she asked with a low voice, only for him to hear.
"I…" he really wanted to lie, but it's hard to lie to the Queen of Thorns. He wouldn't want to be at her bad side, "I'm afraid so, My Lady."
"Hmm…I would imagine so. She is a stunning cub, I admit," she freely said before turning to another direction, "But it seems that her beauty isn't enough to get my grandson's attention. So, lucky you."
Jon looked at where she was facing and found Ser Loras heavily drunk with other men. Even his uncle and Ser Rodrik are with him!
Did Lady Olenna want to arrange a marriage for her grandson? But what would he gain from that?
As if reading his thoughts, she turned to him, "My grandson only fancies the idea of meeting a dragon. But to marry one, when I brought it up to him, seem to dampen his mood. What a silly little child, and he told me he isn't interested to marry high noble ladies."
So she did plan on it. But thank the gods of old and new that the Flower Knight had no interest in her.
"Though, I must say that you and Daenerys are something that Westeros have never seen before. You saved the cub when everyone wants her head. I did something similar to smart men, I ignored them all and outlived them," Jon fidgeted at her words, does this mean she is fine of his relationship with Dany?
Then she walked to his side, "Come, sit with me, wolf cub." She gestured him to sit at an empty bench nearby, where there aren't people occupying it.
"But…Dany-Daenerys is expecting me," he boldly said, he's not sure what it'll be like to reject a noble Lady, but he didn't want to leave Dany alone.
"Ahh, even better," she exclaimed, "Take me to her if you would. I've been wanting to meet her."
"Certainly, My Lady," he took his glass and escorted her to where he sat.
When they approached Dany, he can see her face astound at the sight of the Lady Olenna. She quickly stood up and bowed, "Lady Olenna."
"Daenerys Targaryen," she greeted back. Jon drank his glass when she said this and placed it on the table.
"Oh, it's best to use my other name that His Grace given me, My Lady. My last name is not exactly welcomed in Westeros anymore, even in Winterfell," she told her.
"Names are names, my dear, it won't hurt," she retorted sharply, "And do you see any members of the Stag or Lion clans here?" she gestured her hand to the people at the Dining Hall, "Seeing that those oafs are not here, it doesn't really matter what I say now, am I right, Dragon cub?"
Jon was taken aback of how sharp this old elf is. Age may have caught up with her, but her wits are as deadly as thorns. He must really not get her at her bad mood.
Dany blinked at her statement, "Yes, My Lady."
"If you please, wolf cub, take me to your seat," she commanded Jon, to which he obliged. He pulled his seat for the Queen of Thorns, "Oh, if you could, please tell my grand-daughter not to be up so late. If she wishes to sleep with the Young Wolf, by all means, go ahead. But tomorrow she and Robb are expected to talk about their wedding. And don't worry, I'll keep your cub in company," she then turned to Dany, "And you will find that I am not as boring as the Lords and Ladies you have ever met."
True, he agreed at her remark. She really is sharp, stating whatever is in her mind out loud. He bowed again and left the table to find the couples, leaving the Queen of Thorns and the Dragon cub to have a private chat.
"Now tell me, cub," Lady Olenna began, "you and your brother were at White Harbor the day the White Wolf found you. Were you going to Essos?"
Dany clasped her hands together, "Yes, My Lady. As you may have heard, I was almost sold as a slave."
"Before your hero came along," she finished for her.
Her cheeks turned red, "I…yes, My Lady. He saved me."
"Do you fancy him for that?" she leaned forward as she asked this, making Dany's cheeks turned crimson red, "Come on, cub. I've lived long to enough to know that the signs are all there. Better fess up before I find out myself, and you will be surprised how many connections I have just for information."
"Jon…I…it's not only that. We've been through a lot, we have something in common. So, we came to an…understanding with each other." She answered smoothly, she can still feel that her cheeks are hot.
"So if I marry you to my grandson, would you have agreed?" she casually asked her, "You might even get your name back."
"I…I," she stuttered. She really wanted to reject her, but she didn't know how.
The old elf lifted an eyebrow at her reaction, she then leaned her back on the chair, "You know, I was there the days when the Targaryens were able to shift. If it weren't for their absurd behaviors there wouldn't be any agreement to lock their abilities, such pity," she told her and stroked her cheeks with her old knuckles, "And you wouldn't even have to be here."
Dany chuckled, silently thanking for the change in subject, "Before Aerys, there were terrible things my ancestors did. And my father proved that again and went mad for no reason, I suppose it was necessary before more deaths emerge because of his doing."
"So they say. Once upon a time, we would've almost shared the same name. Until I found out how ludicrous his silver hair was and his ferret face," she scowled, "Back in those days the Dragons were in high demand, but I ignored them all and chose my own path. I didn't care what people tell me, I did what I did that lead me here."
Dany suddenly became insecure, her eyes looking down at her hands before she faced her again.
As if reading her thoughts, she placed her old hand on hers, "Do you know why I am telling you all this, my dear?"
She shook her head.
"Somehow, just when we thought that the dragons are extinct, you came out of nowhere and that bastard cub found you," she tensed what she called Jon, and Lady Olenna seems to have felt that, "There's that anger I used to see," she smiled, "The gods or destiny, whatever you call it, brought you here for a reason, I'd like to see for what. And seeing that all of them are still wary of you, you seem to still not fully grasp of who you are. Tell me if I am wrong."
But she isn't wrong. Ever since the relinquishing of her own name, she has forgotten that she is a dragon. Jon would sometimes remind her when she got frustrated when trying to solve a difficult problem in her lessons. You are the blood of the dragons, that's what he always told her.
And the others would call her 'Dragon cub', but as Lady Olenna said, names are names. Only Jon reminded her that much for her lessons, but to stand up for who she is?
She shook her head and looked at her again, wanting to know more about where this is going.
"Nothing lasts forever, and when that happens, you know peace can never last. I've seen it that much," she told her, "Now, will you take a bit of advice from an old elf?" she clasped her hand together and stared at her violet eyes.
Dany shifted her seat and nodded.
"There is a reason why the stories of your ancestors, Aegon Targaryen, and his sister-wives, are still being told today. You know why? Because they are dragons," she said it strongly at that last one, "The King and Lords of Westeros are sheep. Are you a sheep?" she asked, Dany shook her head. "No, you are a dragon. Be a dragon."
Her violet eyes widened on how much encouragement she gave her. No one has ever reminded her strongly of who she is besides Jon.
The Queen of Thorns stood up, "As much as I want to speak to you, I have other guests to attend to. Very boring, I tell you. You will soon understand though," she smiled at her again at that last part, it's like a wink and a nod to her, "Do keep your wolf close, loyalty is hard to find these days. Not even from your own pack."
And at that, she left Dany to process the things she told her. She truly is sharp, but what did she did want from her and Jon?
After Jon found their scent at Castle battlement and told of Lady Olenna's message, he walked back to get to the Dining Hall again. Anxious to hear what Lady Olenna has told Dany, there must be a reason why she wanted to talk to her alone, making him go, and he worries if it made her uncomfortable.
Just as he was near the entrance from the stairs, a firm voice calls to him, "Jon Snow."
Jon turned back to see Lady Cat approaching the Dining hall as well. He became nervous, if he were a wolf now, his tail would go right between his legs and he'd whine. But he tried to be respectful as possible, "Lady Catelyn," he bowed, "Forgive me for being here at your presence."
But the Lady of Winterfell didn't seem to hear her, she walked up to him. Her chin high up and her eyes looking down at him, him bowing makes him look smaller to her, "If it weren't for my son's begging, you wouldn't be able to attend to this feast. You should be grateful that I allowed you to join us, even after how humiliating my son look for having you here."
"Thank you, My Lady," he said, still looking down, not wanting to meet her gaze.
"Let me tell you something, Jon Snow," she spat, making Jon look up to her, "You may think that my cubs are fine having you around in the pack. But know this….," she walked forward again, making Jon take a step down on the stairs, "Even if you do pass the Running, you'll never be good enough for the pack," she said it sweetly yet with so much poison in them, "You are not even good enough for the Dragon cub, seeing that she has to defend you from the Kraken all the time," she told him before passing by him, "You best get back to your Dragon, you wouldn't want her to wait now do you?"
And at that, she left him shocked. He has heard other insults but never this bad, especially directing his prioritize to Dany. It seems that she too knows about them.
He did want to go back to her, but after what Lady Cat had told him….
He turned his direction away from the Dining Hall.
Dany shifted in her seat, waiting anxiously for Jon. She did speak with Ser Loras to pass some time but it was very brief before he went back for his ale, honestly, this feast is interesting yet strange. It's even stranger without Jon, she was never without him. Arya, Bran, and Rickon, had left the halls for their bedtime. It's really just down to her.
Where is Jon? Is it that long to find them? He has his wolf scent, he should be able to find them easily.
A figure entered the hall. At first, she was expecting that person to be Jon.
Only to find Lady Cat walking in, dampening her spirit. However, her face looked sterner than ever. This is the feast of unison, why is she stiff? The only time she would give that kind of face is when she meets Jon.
Jon.
Did she meet him on the way here? And if she did….did she make him leave the feast? That must be the explanation, otherwise, why would her face turn this sour.
At this conclusion, she stood up and ran towards the entrance. Heading towards their chambers.
And unbeknownst to her, Olenna watched as she suddenly up and left. The Queen of Thorns knew that the Alpha's mate has a hatred towards the bastard cub, and she suspected that they both would fall for each other when she heard the White Wolf fought the lions for her, which was why she wanted him to join the feast when she wrote to Catelyn.
She wanted to see how honorable this wolf cub is. And she wanted to see where the Dragon cub's loyalty lies. Follow the pack or follow her instinct.
It seems that the answer is clear now, she will be a great queen, together with the wolf cub. She smiled and went back to her conversation with the Alpha Stark. What a time to be alive.
Dany went to their chambers but only to find it empty. His clothes aren't even there, so he couldn't be bathing, otherwise, his clothes and towels would be in the basket, which is now empty.
She began to worry, Jon would never up and leave without telling her. What did Lady Cat tell him that made him disappear? She needs to find him fast before her words greatly affect him, just like the day when she found Jon doing intense training after encountering her in the Dining Hall.
But his uncle and Ser Rodrik are currently at the feast as well, there is no way Jon would be training now or at his uncle's hut.
Then she thought of another place where they'd go at this hour if they couldn't sleep. She picked her skirts up and ran out again.
Jon was sitting on the grass crossed leg, lost in thoughts, not star-gazing like he used to before and after meeting Dany.
The air is chilly, the crickets and owl singing, and the moon half full. Just him on his own, feeling rather empty with pressure on his shoulder. Jon Snow isn't someone who showed his emotion to anyone, not even to his siblings or uncles. He endured all the pain on his own.
He remembered feeling like this ever since he understands the word 'bastard cub'. It was lonely and painful. He wondered where his real mother is, and why did she leave him. His father and uncle did everything they can so that he can feel like a part of the pack, but his status won't be able to assist much. He didn't know why it affected him so greatly, all he knew that the weight on his shoulder is nothing to the weight in his heart.
He had never felt alienated for a long time, and hearing that from Lady Cat was already enough to bring back his childhood trauma. He knew that it comes from one person only, but it was a huge impact to him, especially from the Lady of Winterfell herself. It seems that no matter what he does, as long as his status is still a bastard, nothing will ever change her mind.
It's not that he wanted to please her, he just wanted to prove to her that he is not like any other bastard cubs most people hear. A traitor, unloyal, and troublesome. He did all he can to avoid that, and it seems that it isn't enough. Or…it will never be enough. He will always be a bastard.
Who is he kidding, if he makes Dany his mate, it'll only make her life worst. And he doesn't want to risk that. He wished he has his ale so that he can numb this painful feeling in his heart.
"Jon?"
He heard a voice called to him, the familiar lovely sound he grew to love. He turned back to see Dany looking at him with concern. Her silver hair shines under the moonlight and her violet eyes filled with care towards him. Towards a bastard cub.
Jon gave her a weak smile, "Dany, why aren't you at the feast?"
She walked up to him, "Why are you not at the feast?" she sat next to him, "You were gone long."
"I'm sorry," he said.
She wrapped an arm around him, "Jon, why are you here alone?" she asked him gently.
He didn't answer her, choosing to keep staring at the horizon. He doesn't want her to worry about him, just because Lady Cat said some words to him. So he did what he always said to the others whenever he didn't feel like talking about it, "It's nothing."
But Dany isn't like the others, apparently, "It wouldn't be nothing if you are here, would it?" she said. Jon refused to meet her eyes because he knew that she could see through him. The pain still lingers in him, straining his heart.
He decided to refuse to answer, "No, it's nothing. It's fine," Jon said it again, he gave her a weak smile, "Go back to the feast, Dany. I'm sure you'd want to meet the other elves."
"Lady Catelyn's face sort of put out the mood, so I don't want to," she answered.
The name itself gave him so much power he tensed when she mentioned her. And he's not good at covering that.
Dany may have noticed it, "Jon, did you meet Lady Catelyn along the way?"
It seems that he can never hide anything from her, he slowly nodded.
"She said some things to you again, didn't she?" she guessed again right, it seems that he can't hide from her.
"The usual, not something new," he said.
This time, she didn't ask again, which pleases Jon. He doesn't want her to know about Lady Cat's remark of her as well, he doesn't want anyone to get into trouble, especially Dany.
But what he didn't expect is for her to move right in front of him. She crouched to meet his gaze, placing both her hands on each of his shoulders and pulled him to a hug. Her arms snaked around his torso, drawing his to hers, he can feel her breasts pressing onto his chest. Jon realized that she is doing the very thing he did for her the day when they erased her last name. Comfort, something he had rarely experienced.
He didn't cry, but his breathing turned heavy. As if releasing all the pain he had felt, that he carried since childhood that he couldn't share with anyone.
"Jon," she began, "I don't know what she told you, I suppose you will tell me one day. But…," she rubbed his back and pressed her lips at the side of his head, "Jon, I'd rather let the Khals of the savage clan take me than to live a hundred years without knowing you."
He did not just hear that! He pulled away from her to meet her eyes, checking if she was joking. But her eyes were genuine and glassy, there were no hints of joking.
She stroked his stubble and wiped away a small tear he didn't realize he has, she rested her forehead to his, "I'd probably live my whole life through empty as the sky, never knowing why, and lost." She fixed a loose strand of his curled hair, "You have helped me in more ways than you ever thought, Jon. The day you saved me, I found a home, friends, family, and….love." she finally said as she snaked her arms around his neck, "I don't think I have ever heard any bastards would do that, don't you?"
This cub never ceases to amaze him. Just a few words from her is enough to heal the wound that Lady Cat gave him. He smiled weakly, "I suppose not."
She smiled at him and closed the gap, kissing him sensually. He felt her tongue poking his lower lip for entrance, to which he obliged and granted her access. He placed his hand at the back of her head to angle their kiss, his arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer.
"I love you, Jon Snow," she murmured between his lips, making his heart stop, "I think I always have since the day you defended me from the lions."
Jon pulled away from her, astounded at her words. She loves him! She really loves him! He cupped her cheek, "But…I'm a bastard…"
She pressed her soft lips to his again, stopping him from his negative thoughts, "I don't care," she firmly said, "I don't care what people say, what Lady Cat say, I meant what I said. No one can change the way I feel for you."
That did it. Whatever Lady Cat said to him went out the window, he kissed her back passionately. Their tongues battling. Damn these spiky grass, if it weren't for those, he'd make love to her right there and then. "I love you too, Daenerys Stormborn," he mumbled between their kiss, "I love you since the day I laid my eyes on you. I can't imagine my future without you as well."
He felt her smile between his lips, "So do I," she whispered. They pulled apart and stared at one another, enjoying each other's company. She then turned her back to his and rested on his chest, "Can we stay here a little longer?" she asked as she looked up the sky.
Jon wrapped her into his arms and pulled her to him, "Of course, my love." He can finally say it. He rested his chin on her head. He can hear her sigh, making his heart swell.
That night, no words were needed, even when they went to bed. Jon held her in his arms and she slept soundly.
Their companion for each other speaks a thousand words already.
Four references (aside GOT)! Lady Galadriel's quote, Frozen, Crazy Rich Asians, and Pocahontas! Can you spot them?
I always see Dany in a dress like Lady Galadriel, very elegant and pretty.
And Olenna, I find her to be like Galadriel herself, her deduction power, I mean.
As for Jon…..yea I hate to put him that way. But I wanna make a lesson for everyone: words hurt, so watch what you say.
Was listening to "If I never knew you", the orchestral version when this scene came up. It helps ^^
Hope you like it, be sure to leave a review! Let me know what you think! Stay safe and be sure to check out my other Jonerys Fic, Defiers of Fate ^^ It's 2 AM here, I'll check for anything missing tomorrow.
- Claire