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''Daenerys.'' Theon speaks, he laughs nervously in the microphone and the sound echoes off the walls of the tent. ''Uhm, Miss Targaryen-'' he clears his throat and calls her, this time louder ''-we all like the stage but unless you want to sing….'' This finally gets her attention. She turns around to look at Theon who is staring at her rather perplexed. His brows are furrowed, his entire expression urging her to get off the damn stage. She was about to…until she got caught on to that mysterious stranger. She shakes her head and lets out a nervous laugh.
''Of course.'' She whispers and bounces off the stage. The next performer is already up as the velvety curtain closes behind her, grazing her back in the process. She shivers from the contact. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror oppose her, her eyes are wide, her mouth not in its usual beam but a frown instead.
''What was that?'' A familiar red head speaks accusingly. ''Did you black out or something, you seen a ghost? Theon looked pissed.''
Daenerys rolls her eyes and walks over to her vanity. Without a word she starts taking off her studded diamonds, the matching bangles follow with a loud clack. ''Sansa-'' she calls the red head just as she is about to leave their shared dressing room.
''Huh-'' Sansa murmurs as she fights the stubborn clasp of her necklace that's stuck in her hair. She tugs violently until she finally pulls it off…along with a nice strand of her hair. Daenerys winces in pain at the sight.
''It's nothing really, I've had worse.'' Sansa precisely throws the necklace attached to the lock of hair in the jewelry box on her table. ''What did you need then?''
''Oh-'' Danerys turns around rather than facing her, her cheeks are already pink as they can be, she's never been good at hiding her emotions. '' There's a man in the audience, I've never seen him before-'' she stops to think before saying something stupid ''-it's always a full house but it's mostly familiar faces, I've never-I would remember a face like that.''
''Black curly hair, dark brooding eyes, a body to die for?'' Sansa twirls a piece of hair around her index finger. She gives Daenerys a knowing smile. Dany raises a brow.
''You don't even know what his body looks like-''
''Oh I know-'' she grins ''-I know and I'm impressed. So I take it that is the gentleman in question.''
Dany continues with her jewelry removing routine, pretending not to be that interested and simply nods. ''Do you know who he is?'' She asks carefully, not wanting to sound pushy.
Sansa blinks at her own reflection in the mirror, she then starts making juvenile faces at herself. ''No...I've noticed him during my performance. You know what-'' she pushes herself off the vanity table and struts towards the back door that leads straight to the bar ''-I'll find out more about it.''
''Find out where-'' Daenerys yells after her ''-find out where?'' she demands but Sansa is out of sight. Daenerys sighs in frustration. She leans on her elbows, mimicking Sansa's actions from before and staring at her own face in the mirror. What is wrong with her? It isn't like her to get so easily distracted. She closes her eyes in order to properly analyze every second of what happened. She attempts to trace his features by memory to try and make sense of what happened. Her stomach gets nervous, similar to the way it fluttered when she noticed him in the first place. She opens her eyes, staring intensely at the reflection. This doe eyed, confused girl doesn't even look like herself.
''It's okay-'' she tells herself ''-just breathe.'' She tries to convince herself it's the tiredness from her third show of the day that's got her so light headed. Her rehearsing schedule has kept her from getting sleep in two full days, she hasn't had solid food in three. There's no other sensible explanation. She reaches for the handmade crystal brush her brother gave her a few years ago when they just came here. She remembers the day as if it were yesterday. She remembers how terrified she was when Viserys came home that day, packing up their stuff in trash bags, shoving her and her belongings in to a rental moving truck. She cried and pleaded for an explanation, a word to help her make sense of this mess he'd created. She should have learned not to expect anything from Viserys by then. It wasn't until nighttime that he'd tell her they were joining a traveling circus. Danerys wanted to laugh out loud, out of all of her brother's illusions and crazy ideas this one was the worst. She refused to believe it until they finally arrived two days after. She wasn't allowed to enter any of the trailers lined up before them, she was told to wait outside. He'd promised he would take care of it. He must have been pretty persuasive because the next thing she remembers is being put in a sequin leotard and performing that very night. It had been awful at first, she would scream in pain when the rehearsals started to kick in and new injuries occurred day after day. Viserys wasn't the type to make compromises so if he had wanted her to walk on rope, she'd be forced to walk on rope that very day. She is brought back to reality with a push of her doors. A very angry Then stands there, his arms crossed against his chest.
''You could have ruined everything tonight.'' He growls. Daenerys feels the need to roll her eyes, she resists that urge, figuring it can only make him that much more angry.
''I know, it was a stupid mistake-'' she talks rapidly ''-It won't happen again.''
''Of course it won't happen again-'' he walks closer, his arms are now loosely hanging by his side, he seems distracted ''-your brother will make sure of that.'' He says with a warning voice. Daenerys sighs at the mention of Viserys.
''Leave him to me, I've been good this week. I brought in a lot of money-'' she defends herself unsuccessfully.
''Yes, yes you have but-'' he stops talking to take a deep breath ''-why am I even trying, you know how he gets. Especially today…''
Daenerys nods, she is about to shrug off the bare mention of her twin brother when she repeats Theon's sentence in her head. ''What do you mean, especially today?''
Theon stares at her for a second. He is debating whether to tell her about their newcomer or to keep it to himself. Truthfully the only people who know are the big guys and he isn't sure if he's the one who should be spreading the news. He isn't even sure what purpose the new boy serves. For all he knows, they could have gotten rid of him by now.
''Theon!'' Daenerys winces with anticipation. ''What happened-'' she gets up from her vanity ''-tell me now or I swear to God I will go out there and find out myself, you know I will.'' She points a warning finger to his face. He shoves her hand away and nods rapidly.
''All right, all right-' he runs his hands through his sloppy hair ''-but you didn't find out from me, okay?'' Daenerys nods in all seriousness.
''There's a new guy on the board. No one even knows who he is or where he came from, but Drogo hired him-'' Dany's eyes widen as she listens, could it be- ''that's the weirdest part, we know second to none about him, he literally just showed up in the middle of the night and Drogo took him in.''
''Wait-'' Daenerys puts a hand on his chest to stop him from talking ''-what does this have to do with Viserys?''
Theon swallows and bits his lower lip in concern. ''He went against him, the new guy-actually it was Viserys who started first…I don't even know. However they got in to a fight and when I say fight I mean this boy demolished your brother.''
Daenerys frowns lightly, she moves away from Theon and starts pacing around the room. He carries on, lowering his voice this time. ''He had it coming though, Viserys I mean. He pulled his knife on him, started threatening him, it was a mess.''
Theon notices her distress and feels sorry for the girl. Whenever Viserys feels 'stressed' he likes to take it out on her. She would never admit it, Viserys is the only family she has left. Everyone around her knows, yet no one knows how to help. He rubs her shoulders in a comforting manner.
''Just thought you should know, I'm sorry.''
''No-'' Daenerys slides her fingers over his hand to show appreciation ''-thank you for telling me, I won't get you in trouble, I swear.''
''I know Dany.'' He leanes back to take a sneak at the bar. '' Look I have to go now, Margaery is about to finish her song and I'm pretty sure Sansa is already all over this new Jon guy.'' He comments with a healthy dose of jealousy. It cracks a smile out of Dany…until she realizes the true meaning of Theon's words and the big possibility of this new man being her mystery man. She gasps and gets up in one swift motion. Theon jumps back at her sudden action.
''Whoa.''
''Sorry-'' she apologizes. Her voice starts sounding nervous again. ''- does this new employee resemble a young man with dark curly hair and matching dark eyes-'' don't forget a body to die for, she remembers Sansa's observance and giggles to herself. Theon narrows his eyes at her.
''Yes, that does sound like him…how do you know?'' He asks suspiciously. Something about the bubbly way she talks throws him off, she knows more than she is supposed to…he isn't sure if that's a good thing or something utterly alarming, especially when it comes to Daenerys. The girl is all big doe eyes, alluring silver hair and in addition, a natural flirt. She simply smiles and disappears out of the back door.
As Daenerys stands carefully hidden behind a huge crate filled with the finest wines she starts rethinking her decisions. She should have let it go, taken off her makeup and gone to sleep. Instead she is creeping on a man who she never even met, all to take one more glance at his fine face. She can't help herself, her curiosity always gets the best of her. Sansa is over there, she's leaning across the bar surface so hard her ribs are showing and her elbows are red but that satisfied grin on her fox like face says it's all worth it. She then observes Jon, he seems quite intrigued with the red head who is happily rambling about something irrelevant just to keep his attention, he sits there and smiles, occasionally nods his head but he doesn't seem to talk that much. He couldn't if he wanted to, not with Sansa's blabbery nature that is. Dany laughs to herself. It comes out a little louder than she expected. Having ruined her undercover position, she quickly moves a step back to stand behind a wall and quietly scolds herself.
Jon tries his best to wrap his head around whatever this girl is happily talking about. He fails miserably, she started with preaching her job and is now talking about a cat. Jon can't bother too much so he simply smiles. He has been right earlier, this isn't some grown up woman who serves to perform for older men, this is still just a girl who found herself in a very mismatched place. Feeling his thoughts drift again he forces himself to concentrate and listen to what she is saying. The sweetest giggle he has ever heard in his life echoes from behind him. He immediately turns around only to find a shifting wine crate.
''And Tyrion, you should meet Tyrion, he is the heart of this place - hey, are you all right?'' Sansa asks with concern once she notices his distress.
''Oh-'' he turns around quickly, he must be imagining ''-it's nothing, sorry. I just thought - never mind.'' He shakes his head and smiles apologetically. ''You were saying?''
Sansa eyes him with suspicion but decides to push it aside. She smiles back and opens her mouth to praise her circus family some more when she catches a glimpse of her favorite silver haired friend in the corner of her eye. Her grin widens instantly. She remembers very well how star struck Dany had been earlier. With someone as reserved as Daenerys, seeing her that confused is like seeing a falling star. This is why she doesn't need to think twice before calling out loud enough so the entire tent can hear her.
''Daenerys!''
Dany stops in her tracks. Her blood freezes as she hears Sansa call her out. She knows exactly what she is trying to pull and she doesn't appreciate it one bit. Maybe if she's quick enough she can escape to her dressing room and lock herself safe. She doesn't even think about the absurdity of it all, at the moments it all makes perfect sense.
''Dany-'' The devil herself calls out again, it is even louder than before, so loud she can't pretend she didn't hear. She turns around on her heels, her eyes armed with a stellar look and her lips pressed in a thin line. In return Sansa chuckles and beckons her with a finger. ''Can you come here for a second, I want you to meet someone.''
Daenerys takes a deep breath. Irritated as she can be, she leaves the dark hallway and walks out.
It takes a moment for Jon to realize what is happening, as soon as it hits him and he sees her walking out in his direction his heart stops in his chest. He uses every atom of strength he has left to force himself not to stare but it's all worthless. Of course it isn't working when she looks like she comes straight from heaven and it here to be the ultimate death of him. He has already decided he is in love with her walk and the way her hair brushes her shoulders when she does so, that twinkle in her eyes and the small lines in the corners of her eyebrows she has because she is trying to look tough. The overwhelming feeling washes over him again, he doesn't know how to breathe properly and doesn't feel the need to. For all he wants to do is simply rest his eyes on her.
''Jon-'' Sansa calls out. Jon flinches as if awaken from a dream and clears his throat immediately. His hand goes to his hair and he runs it trough to occupy himself. It's all right, it's just a girl, nothing to lose your mind over. If he really wants to keep himself settled he might have to stare at the floor every time she is near. God he hates himself right now, she probably thinks he's incredibly awkward and strange. He can't blame her, not even the slightest. ''-this is Daenerys.'' He inhales deeply and turns to his left where she is. Steadily he extends his hand out to her and smiles. Is it impolite to shake hands with her? Did he come out as ignorant? God he feels like an imbecile.
Danerys looks down at his extended hand. It's strong but soft when her palm slips in to his. He must be a town boy. There is no way his hands would be so kept if he worked in the industry. She notices bruises on his knuckles, her mind momentarily connects it to her very own brother. She wonders if there is a similar fist imprint on Viserys' face. She realizes she's been staring and analyzing his hands far too long and shyly looks away.
''I saw you perform earlier, you were truly admirable.'' He speaks and she blushes even more. This is insane. It never happens to her, she has the power to be untouchable, unbreakable…and this man just shows up with his bright smile and well put compliments, ruining everything she ever believed in.
''All of you were, there's just something , I can't put my finger on what it is…but it makes it all seem so surreal…so magical.''
She finds herself in awe, soaking in every single word he says.
''I'm Jon'' he says in one breath, his voice is very soothing. Daenerys smiles and dares to look up.
''Just Jon?'' she quirks an eyebrow. He chuckles and nods.
''For now.'' He says with a grin on his well constructed face and a playful glimmer in his eyes. The confidence and the need to flirt and tease her this openly surprises Jon himself. She smiles at his answer and nods in agreement. They've been so indulged in to their little introduction they've failed to notice Sansa was long gone. Dany checks herself and soon realizes she needs to leave before this gets too far. She is liking him too much for her own good. Her brain is telling her to politely say goodnight and get herself the hell away from him. Every other part of her body is numb to that request. Instead she grabs a stool next to his, finally removing her eyes from him she sits herself down. Only now does she notice Sansa's presence missing. If it wasn't so obvious she would have to laugh out loud. She props her head on her elbow, slightly tilting right so she can observe him further.
He turns on his chair so his face is facing the bar. Come on, talk to me, convince me I'm not risking my sanity for nothing, she pleads silently. Carefully he turns towards her. His knee brushes her for a bare second and her insides stir and twist from the electricity. The corners of his mouth twist in a small smile as he gives her another disarmingly charming look. ''Would you like a drink?''
''It's the glitter.'' She blurts, her eyes focus on something behind him. He raises a brow and looks at her as if she's gone mad.
''I don't think I'm following.''
She smiles to his response and returns back to his eyes. ''The thing you couldn't put your finger on, it's the glitter, glitter makes everything seem magical.'' She explains and smiles mischievously ''And yes, I will take that drink.''
This is it for now, and know that I'm trying my best as it is three in the morning and I'm finishing this. Please show your support by leaving a review/favorite/follow. Feel free to suggest any pairing you'd like to see in this and I'll see what I can do. Till next update,