King's Confidence

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Jon Snow could hardly stand the chill when his insides craved the warmth of Daenerys' bed. He squeezed the ship's railing as hard as he could, hoping he branded the wood.

He grew up in this shit—worse, if he was being honest. And yet, he was shivering, his teeth chattering like a summer babe.

He needed the heat in her eyes to light him on fire once more. The need was as explainable as breathing. It was natural and completely involuntary. Ever since this morning when he had to close her door behind him and leave her gaze, he felt colder than he's ever felt.

His Queen left a spark though, a delicious spark. Like embers that fluttered at the pit in his stomach every time he closed his eyes.

Gods, he wished he could have stayed in her room for days. Until they arrived to Winterfell at least. Tyrion did not look pleased, he thought with displeasure and a prick of shame. To hell with it. He was a King.

Resolve was dwindling, and at any minute he'd steal back to the Queen's room. Damn what Tyrion thought. Her scent still covered the hair on his face even after he washed up. With each breath, the memory of their night together flashed in his mind. He wanted to sneak back in her room and do whatever she told him to do.

Anything for his Queen. His beautiful, brave, and incredible Queen.

Despite the tragic death of Viserion during the Wight Hunt, Jon still felt a deep swell of pride in his chest at the thought of Dany riding dragon-back as their savior. And at the Reveal in King's Landing… bloody hell. She was beautiful, terrifying, and powerful. He couldn't even bring himself to lie to Cersei that day. And what did the southern queen expect after watching that entrance? Dany had something she would never have—people who had faith in her.

Jon surprised himself with his, almost primal, need to make that magnificent woman his. Whatever that entailed, if it just meant loving her then that would be his life. If she'd have him.

The moving white caps were a depressing reminder that he only had two more nights with her and he didn't intend to waste them. Next time he met with her, he would tell Dany how he felt and what he really wanted. He desperately hoped that she wanted the same.

Tyrion Lannister interrupted his thoughts with a polite cough. "Sorry to intrude on your brooding." His earlier dismissiveness replaced with something less intense.

"I'm not…" Jon stopped his defense, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He looked Tyrion straight on. "I was thinking that I didn't want this boat ride to end."

"Sex does that to a man, I'm told," the dwarf said dryly, looking out to sea. At least that's what it looked like. Jon doubted he could see over the railing.

"It's not like that," Jon snapped, taking a sharp breath. "I would never disgrace my Queen with just sex. Do I really seem like that kind of man?"

Tyrion's green-brown eyes examined him for a moment making him uncomfortable, before admitting, "No. And I know what your intentions are with Daenerys. There's not a disgraceful bone in your body."

Jon scoffed. "You don't know me."

"Not as well as I would like." Tyrion took a step closer to Jon, smelling of sour grapes. "I know you'll have to talk with your family first, but I would advise you to wed Queen Daenerys Targarean. Love may be a double-edged sword, but at least it makes us feel alive." He gave Jon a desperate look. "Just don't be stupid, please?"

The dwarf saw that he nodded then started to turn away. Jon spoke, "Love? It feels different with her."

Tyrion twisted around, walking backwards for a couple steps. "Terrifying, isn't it?"

Jon Snow looked out to the ocean, his gaze not going very far. The morning fog was already blocking the view, and he had no patience to look out in front at the moment. He wanted the right now. He made sure Tyrion wasn't on the deck before walking briskly back to Daenerys' door. Hoping she was dressed and that she would walk with him to breakfast.


Tyrion made a point to go to his rooms first before heading to breakfast. He didn't want Daenerys to be the last one there—he'd pull the attention to himself so not to illicit questions in her direction. So when he closed his bedroom door, he went to his own bottle of wine and swirled it around his mouth to scent his breath and to calm his nerves.

Cersei's pregnant. Daenerys may be pregnant. Two queens hell-bent on winning this war with a Mother's ferocity. Oh, the bloodshed.

He adjusted his garb and forced himself to make leisurely to breakfast. The grey morning with her foggy cloak made him grimace, but he stopped to look out anyway, if only to give the queen more time.

Two more days and they should be in Winterfell. Gods, it's been so long since he'd been there. Hopefully no one tried to kill them…

How will Winterfell be after all the tragedy had torn through them? So much death done by southern rulers that he feared the citizens wouldn't accept a foreigner, a Mad-King's daughter at that, as their possible queen.

What if Dany's really pregnant? But what if she's not pregnant and she ends up going mad because of it?

He bit the inside of his cheek until his eyes filled. Oh, he's messed this up truly. He thought of the promise he made to Cersei, his only sister who birthed two beautiful children, to her unborn child.

Now, he'll have to betray her, because if Daenerys is or ever does have children, it'll be a miracle one. Whoever it is would probably conquer the world.

If she's truly pregnant, he thought, I'll have to tell her sooner rather than later.

Gods, why did he lie in the first place? He shook his head, his shaggy hair whipping in the wind. If he was being honest, he didn't want the Queen to do anything rash. Like burn Cersei and her unborn child.

He stood on his toes for a moment to watch the sea. His calf muscles clenched and unclenched; it wasn't right—the things he thinks his queen to be capable of. Dany's impulsive, yes, but not a true murderer. This is a mother and child on the line. She wouldn't…

Granted the mother is his merciless, cold-blooded killer sister who actually birthed a demon incarnate. Tyrion still thought of Joffery's death as one of his best memories.

Alright, he'll have to tell her before they land. How he'll muster up the courage, he didn't know. But his loyalty was with her, and the new world she promised.


Daenerys giggled while facing the best mirror they could find on the ship. She didn't mind for in its reflection she could see her dearest friend laugh. How could she actually be happy at a time like this? She sighed, touching the amethysts encrusting the bodice of her dress. Thankfully a thick liner of fur saved the inside from being itchy.

Missandei laid her chin on Dany's shoulder and held her hand, giving her fingers a squeeze.

"You are most beautiful when you smile, khalessi."

Dany smiled wider. "Why do you continue to call me by my old titles?"

"I won't do it forever, I promise," she answered, breaking eye contact for a moment, "but surrounded by your enemies is the perfect time to remember where you came from. Where you have been." Missandei went to her trunks and pulled out a beautiful grey and black coat. Dany sighed into it. The extra layer felt like a hug.

Dany turned toward her friend. "I could never forget."

A smile lingered on Miss' lips, but it was sad. "I know. These are just different lands… this is a game for these people." Dany nodded, thinking of Cersei's complete disregard for the Other's at the Dragon Pit. The woman saw the rotted, snapping teeth at her throat and chose to let them die. Until Tyrion talked with her.. whatever he said must have shaken her enough to fight with them. Unless he made some sort of deal.

"My whole life has been leading up to this—training me to be best at this silly game. Even my brother," Dany huffed and sat down slowly in a chair, "he trained me to be silent and observant. When that no longer served me, I learned from Drogo to be merciless, to be a khalessi." She looked up to her friend, who looked like she was about to cry. "When you call me that, it shoots fire through me. The word reminds me of who I was, yes, but do I continue to be it even though the people here are so different?"

Missandei knelt down and gently grasped Dany's hand. "I was scared when you came to my city," she admitted, "but you made real change. You were compassionate, and fierce, and a sad but fearful Mother of Dragons and Breaker of Chains. You are what they say, Queen Daenerys. But you are so, so much more. You are a savior, my friend." Her eyes glimmered with brindled fire. Dany knew Miss wasn't just speaking politics. This was now life or death. "Save these people."

A light knock of the cabin door made the women jump into each other before they burst out laughing.

"We only have a day or two more of normalcy. Let's enjoy it while we can," Dany suggested as Missandei went to get the door.

"Yes? Oh—" Dany heard Miss say to whoever was at the door. When she looked over her shoulder, heat spread to her cheeks. "King Jon, good morning."

Jon grinned at Missandei, glanced at Dany, then looked down sheepishly. "Good morning. My apologies for the interruption, but I was hoping to escort the Queen and her Lady to the breakfast hall."

Miss looked over to her Queen, eye widening. Dany nodded with a growing smile and lifted herself from the chair, stepping closer to her guest. "Please come in from the cold while Missandei gathers her coat. How are your rooms?"

Jon stepped inside and closed the door, keeping his hands clasped in front of him. "Pretty drab compared to yours, my Queen."

Delicious is all she could think whenever Jon licked his lips after my Queen. How could a man do such things to her? She wanted to run over and taste his lips herself. She adjusted her dress instead.

Missandei interrupted Dany's thoughts, thankfully by walking to the door already cloaked. How can every other one of her thoughts be of his lips?

With Missandei's back was to them, Jon captured her fingers in his. Her breath caught in her throat. This man will be the death of me.

The cold air pierced her lungs as soon as she breathed again, reminding her of just two nights ago. Was it really just the other night? Memories of the Wight Hunt sent tears stinging in her eyes. That was the one of the worst days of her life, and the air was a constant reminder of the child she lost. Ice slashed at her face as she had looked back to see Viscerion sinking into the frozen, broken lake while Jon stood, deserted in that godsforsaken place.

Jon must have noticed her shoulders slightly droop because he tugged her hand to his chest and kissed her fingers. Wings fluttered below her heart, curling a tail lovingly around her ribs. She stood a little straighter, and tried to step a little closer, but Missandei was already gesturing for them forwards. Dany moved her hand to Jon's elbow and he led them out towards breakfast.

"This cold is getting out of hand," Dany began shielding her eyes away from the wind.

Jon covered her hand with his. "Ah, this is only in the morning. By the sun's rise, the winds simmer, but we won't see our sun for a long while."

Daenerys sighed and hoped she wasn't frowning. "How awful. My children and I haven't truly tried our luck in the Winter yet. They remind me of cats."

"What?" Jon exclaimed, not at all seeing the comparison. "Are you mad? They're like…" He didn't know what do say with out saying the words beasts or monsters.

"Cats, I swear to you," she promised, "They love to find a sunny spot and stretch out for hours. Twisting around the spiky mountains in Dragonstone. They would curl their tails around a peak, or most likely Drogon would snag that green, patchy part of the cliff and nap all day. Just like cats."

Jon chuckled and Dany heard Missandei snort a little. As much as her friend and lover feared her children, they respected them. They understood the magnificence of them. Her dragons were gods-sent. A miracle.

"I remember seeing that for the first time," Jon recalled, "it was the strangest thing I ever saw. Almost thought I was dreaming." He stopped for a moment, then started, "I wonder…"

Dany waited a moment but when he didn't continue, she asked, "What do you wonder, Jon?"

He swept his eyes around her face then in front before saying, "I wonder how Ghost is doing."

"Ah, I've heard of your Ghost. A direwolf— the Stark sigil." She thought of the wolf baring it's fangs on a green and white banner.

"You were a good student weren't you?"

"Perhaps. I loved stories."

"Then what's your favorite Stark story, eh?" He bumped her hip playfully.

She took a deep breath. "I believe it was called Brandon the Builder. I always thought of him as a Creator, of sorts. Honorable."

Jon smiled, but then his eyes darkened. He looked at her again. "My brother's named after him, Bran. He used to want to be a knight before Jamie Lannister pushed him off a window ledge," he tried not to spit that part, but he couldn't help it." Bran liked climbing, you see. And… I just know Lady Kat told him to not go around like an animal. Not that day. Because the King was there. But Bran wasn't a great listener. He was only eight at the time, and the only thing he thought he was good at was climbing. So that's what he did. While Jamie and Cersei were… Bran saw them through the window. Probably didn't know what he saw. Jamie pushed him anyway. I— it took a lot out of me to not beat that man's face to a pulp at the Unveiling."

Dany considered the story for a bit. Processing the information about his brother. "He survived the fall I was told, however, he is paralyzed. I do not trust Cersei in the slightest. Jamie gave off a different aura. Something is off between the two. Did you notice?"

Jon blinked away the simmering fury and thought for a moment. Did he? Jamie was still the Hand of the Queen, and unlike Cersei, he was terrified of the wight. He looked like he might actually want to help their cause. If only for his and Cersei's safety.

"I noticed his fear of the wight. But he still follows Cersei. I don't trust him."

Dany nodded. "Neither do I, but he could be our way to the Army of the Seven Kingdoms. And he and Cersei were not on good terms. The tension was palpable. We should figure out a way to use this against him."

Jon raised his brows, really studying her face before they opened the doors to the breakfast hall. "You think we could manipulate the Queen's Hand?"

"We have his brother. And the wights did scare him. Any wrong move on Cersei's part could end their love affair for good. Didn't you notice how exhausted he looked? He's ready for peace."

Jon nodded to the guards at the door, and they opened the doors. The smell of potatoes, eggs, and peppers tickled her tongue and Dany momentarily forget what they were talking about.

"Let's discuss this later. I've worked myself to quite the appetite," the Queen added with a wink and sat herself at the one end of the table. Jon looked at the other end and Dany's eyes clouded for a moment. Of course he would sit at the other end. He's a King. It's just so far away.

Jon pulled up the chair to her right and gave her a smile, eliciting the wings inside to flurry in her stomach. The Mother of Dragons practically swooned.

Dany looked around the table noting Jorah and Ser Davos, but where was Tyrion?

With a rush and a sigh, her Hand waltzed it smelling of grapes. "Good morning, all."

"So you're the one with the late morning," Jorah quipped.

Immediately, Tyrion started to pile his plate. "I almost always have late mornings, Ser Mormont."

Jorah rolled his eyes while Dany and Missandei snickered. Dany knew why Tyrion came in late. Attention diverted to him, no one even questioned the King and Queen. As they should. It's none of their business who lays with who. When it is their business, she'll tell them so. Jon's hand found her's underneath the table and squeezed a bit before splaying his whole palm on her thigh.

She gave him a wicked grin and scooped some egg into her mouth. One more night before the fun ends abruptly into cold, deadly reality. Might as well make the most of it.


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