Look what I've found, all dusty (and, at the time, half-finished) in one corner of my computer!

Thank you for your patience with this. From these last months, it was easier to focus on angst than on crack, surprisingly (Well, maybe that's why I managed to have more than 100 000 words on a Dance with Shadows at this point… Still can't believe I reached that). I can't promise it will be posted regularly, but I can surely say I do not attend to abandon this.

This format will stay like that, short little chapters. But don't worry, plot will be coming… soon.

Part 3

The night had been long. Very long. She was almost surprised to see the first rays of sunlight coming from her window. Tossing and tossing, but never quite recovering from the vision of that unsufferable so-called "King in the North", and the way he presented himself, so self-assured, so determined, so… very well-built and attractive. Damn, even these nasty scars that were on his chest did not do anything to make him less than that. Quite the contrary.

He was a mad one, she had seen it. How could she believe such nonsense coming from him? An army of dead people coming to kill them all, a sister suddenly lusting after him and forcing him to escape… and the way he had arrived, wrapped in a carpet, carried away by his Hand? Ridiculous, so very ridiculous.

Certainly this one must have hit his head quite badly (though certainly he bore no trace of it).

Or he had read too many books.

Or maybe both. Who could know?

Before she could even tried to figure out the mystery that was definitely this Jon Snow, said man suddenly opened her door with a big band that resonated in the room, his steps decisive and regal despite his rainbow suit.

"Your Grace, I need to see you!"

The young queen sighed, leaned in to massage her temples, then looked at him wearily.

"I should hire better guards," She mumbled bitterly, before turning towards the intruder. "Do you know, ser, that I could ask you to be executed for what you just did?"

He did not seem to have heard her. Instead, he was eyeing her quite flatteringly, his face taking suddenly an expression of incredulity and… was it desire?

"Are you… naked under that cover?"

"That's… not an important question, my lord."

"Jon."

"Answer my question, Jon."

"Oh, because it was a question?"

"It certainly was said as such."

"Well then I thought it was obvious," He replied with his rough, though not quite so unpleasant, voice. "You could. But then, what about that pretty picture you gave, that of a merciful queen, willing to listen to all of her subjects?"

"And what about my virtue that you violate by intruding in my room? "

"Oh, my queen, believe me, if there's anything happening between us, I very much doubt it'd be by force. Or, at least, not on my part. Though from you, I wouldn't be quite disagreeable."

She raised one eyebrow.

"You are quite cocky, ser."

"Jon. I mean it. You have dragons. Armies. The support of your people. It'd be terrible to do anything without your consent," He argued. "Furthermore, you should know I'm not one to force myself on a woman."

"I certainly do not know about that. I don't know you," She smirked. "And does that mean that if you're not one to force yourself on a woman, you'd be one when it comes to a man?"

He froze, then chuckled.

"Certainly not. But I thought you did not care where my heart swayed, my queen."

"I certainly do not!" She said hurriedly, blushing when he sent towards her an amused smile. She raised her chin defiantly.

"As for you not knowing me… that could easily be remedied."

"Why, Jon Snow, don't you know I'm just a poor virgin that you caught unaware just as she was taking a well-deserved rest?"

He chuckled.

"You're far from being a poor virgin," He said.

"How dare…"

"It's your eyes, your Grace," He said softly. "They give you away. They're not one of an innocent girl. They had seen too many things. They are strong, clever and too wary."

She paused, taking the measure of him.

He was so much more than he appeared.

Though his appearance was still at his advantage, she thought.

They certainly would have stared much longer at each other if a swift white, furry and quite enormous shadow hadn't suddenly appeared and jumped on Daenerys' huge bed.

From the day she became queen, Daenerys Targaryen had sworn she would never let any potential threat feel her uncertainty. She was certainly not about to begin now.

But still, she could not help but suddenly retreat toward the head of her bed, her hands clasped tightly around her sheets.

Jon only seemed to find it all very hilarious.

The beast suddenly came closer to her, as if curious, and she finally met its eyes…

"Your Highness, this is Ghost, my dire…"

"What a cutie!" She gasped.

All that fur, so very soft and long, so very immaculate. And these warm eyes, that were shining at her like she was exactly the one he was waiting for…

She felt her heart melting. She opened it for the creature, as well as her arms towards him.

"He's not a pet," The king in the North said, uneasy. "Don't… pet him."

Too late for that. Once she had her hand on him, there was no turning back. He nearly purred like a big cat at her gestures.

"He's adorable !" She cooed.

"… NO he's not !" Jon Snow suddenly protested. "He's fearsome ! He killed people!"

"Look at that fearsome good boy who killed bad guys… Did you like it? Oh, I'm sure you did, you little sweetheart, sure you did…"

Ghost licked her face, and she giggled.

"Why hadn't you presented him to me earlier?"

"Would it have served my case if I had? I was under the impression it would be seen as a threat."

"It would certainly have served it. Just one look at this sweet-heart, and my heart has been taken away!"

"Your heart…"

But just as he was about to continue, suddenly Davos appeared, panicked, with Tyrion and Grey Worm at his heels.

"Your Grace!" He said hurriedly. "I'm sorry, I tried to stop them, but…"

Daenerys sighed, her hand still patting softly the back of Ghost's right ear. She finally realized there may have been another reason than just her guards' incompetence.

"But you failed. And now it seemed to me my room had become quite the meeting point."

Missandei slipped discretely in the room, and quickly joined her queen and friend, giving her a cup with milk of the puppy, as she knew she would need it. Tyrion looked inquiringly at the surroundings, calculating the damages on the reputation of the queen, then raised an eyebrow towards the door.

"Well, it could have been worse, I believe. What about you, Spider? What are you doing besides that door?"

"Me, nothing." Said-man intervened with an innocent face, stepping back from his hiding place. "Just doing what I am good for."

"Lurking around corners?"

"Knowing everything that is happening in that castle and beyond and see what I can do with that."

"Quite an interesting job."

"Enough, you two," Daenerys intervened, the effect of the milk of the puppy still taking its sweet time to settle.

Meanwhile, Davos had joined the king in the North's side.

"Stop staring as if you would want to be a damn pet", Davos mumbled, fondly irritated, at his protegee/king.

"I'm not staring!" The young man whispered furiously. "And I don't want any pats! Or hugs. Or… Whatever,"

Ser Davos only shrugged. "As you said, lad."

At Daenerys' side, there was certainly other things going on.

"You could have easily stop them, Missandei. Your room is next to mine. You can easily see or hear what is happening. And, from my knowledge, you certainly were not alone in that room. Did Grey Worm sleep well?"

"Hardly," Her friend smirked. "I thought it might be interesting."

"You seem to find a lot of things interesting, lately…"

"Well, it certainly spices things up."

Daenerys sighed.

"Maybe a little too much for the morning. Can't you go see if my bath is ready? I believe I will need it."

Finally, she glared at all of the intruder

"You… Can't you all go away?" She said wearily. "Can't a queen get a well-deserved bath before sitting on that uncomfortable chair, or does she need to be looked at from the moment she opens her eyes?"

They blinked at her, and she found herself quite offended when they looked at her like it was a normal thing to do so. From a distance, they heard Drogon's roar, and somehow it helped them to decide.

Jon Snow was the last to stay behind. She raised an eyebrow at him. He opened his mouth, unsure, and then leaned towards her, a conspiring twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want to…"

"No."

"Alright then."

Silence. He was about to turn, but suddenly, she remembered something, that, at the moment she thought the answer was a necessary thing to end her morning.

"And… what about what you were going to tell me?

He blinked, looking like he had completely forgotten about it. Then grinned at her, his warm eyes shining at her in amusement.

"It can wait a more… decent circumstance," He finally said with a charming smile. "Enjoy your bath, your Grace."

And with that, he was gone, his furry friend with him. She found herself releasing a breath she did not know she had been holding back until now, and whispered quite late an answer to his last sentence.

"… Daenerys."

She was almost regretting refusing. Almost.

The day was going to be a long one, she feared.