If you ask me, this chapter is really where the story starts getting really interesting. Very angsty, enjoy!
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Sixty seven, sixty eight, sixty nine, seventy. Once more, this time till eighty. It will be enough time for her head to stop spinning, she tried to convince herself. No! No more counting, no more breathing, no more anything. Breathing. She forgot she had to breathe. She didn't know how to start. How was she supposed to move on from this and live her life when she didn't even know how to breathe properly. She still lay there, her eyes wide but dry, not a tear shed. She couldn't make herself move, if she did then all of this would become very real and in this reality she is a murderer. This was something she wasn't ready to face. She figured she could at least try to force herself to open her eyes. As it turned out, opening her eyes and facing her now dead brother's body beneath which she was trapped was much harder than anything she'd ever envisioned. She had always thought the killing was the hardest, they always talk about the killing, no one talks about the moment it's done and you are left with the most intense feeling of nothingness. Her eyes quickly shut closed and with all the strength she could muster, she pushed against his limp body with her small hands and somehow got him off of her, his cold, lifeless body hit the floor, making a loud sound. Just like he always had been – loud and frightening.
Dany let out a silent cry from pain, her entire body hurt from the struggle he gave her earlier. She could barely move. She sat up carefully, her entire body was shaking so much she couldn't see straight. She tried to push her hair out of the way but her hands were bloody and sticky, the sight of her brother's blood on her hands made her stomach turn in knots. She immediately felt disgusted with herself, with him, with their entire family and everything it ever stood for. She frantically started to rub her hands together to get the blood off but it didn't work. Her initial fright turned in to frantic madness. She had a dead body in her room, there was blood everywhere, dark red and vile looking, her room was filled with broken stuff, her own body was broken, she didn't know how to breathe, how to speak, what to do. The feeling of anxiety rose higher with every second that passed. Her face felt like it was on fire as hot tears started to spill down her cheeks like waterfalls.
"What did I do to you-" her voice broke as she fell to her knees right next to Viserys body. "-oh God. I'm sorry-" she started weeping so much her lungs hurt "-I'm so so sorry."
"Daenerys-" a deep voice startled her all of a sudden. He just stood there, his mouth wide open, his eyes fixed on the dead body in front of her, he didn't move an inch. She felt like her hart was going to stop right then and there.
"Oh my god, no." She cried out and started shaking her head.
"It's okay-" he spoke, his heart was racing, he didn't know what to do or say, he had no idea what had happened, all he knew was that something was really, really wrong and judging by her distressed state of mind, she was the one to blame. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Don't-don't come near me-" she nearly shouted. She was still perched over the dead body. Her tears were running all over her face and down her jaw, her face and clothes had blood all over it, this was it, she was done here. If there was any chance of her ever having a normal life, it had gone to hell in that exact moment that he came in. Out of all people, it had to be him.
"Are you hurt" He stepped forward, not listening to her. Of course he wouldn't listen, anyone else would have run up to the body, tell her to get the hell out of there but him? He was staring at a dead body that she was leaning over with a bloody knife in hand and he was still worried about her wellbeing. She tried to move away but he was faster and caught her by her shoulders. She started to fight off and tried pushing him away but he was much stronger and persistent.
"You have to stop-" he insisted as she fought him off "-stop shouting. Shut up!" he yelled all of a sudden and shook her by her shoulders out of pure frustration. Her eyes widened and she stopped fighting back. She just stared at him, god, she was a mess. His heart started beating faster and faster, partly because he was standing so near to her and the other part was pure fear.
"Just shut up before someone else hears you Daenerys." He said and slightly loosened his grip on her shoulders. "What the hell is going on here?" He demanded. He expected from her to start shouting, cuss him out, try to fight him but what came completely caught him off guard. She fell apart in a matter of seconds. There was no more yelling, no more pushing and shoving, but come to think of it, this was even worse. At least when she was angry he knew how to deal with her, but her falling apart right in front of him? That was something very new to him. He tried to compose himself and think of something smart to say. She still didn't want to say what had happened in there. He felt a cold breeze against his back and some voices in the distance. That's when it hit him. The door. His face was drained from any color, he turned around in a matter of seconds and closed the door shut. He pressed his back against it as if that would keep anyone from coming in.
"Daenerys, where is the key?" he urged her but she couldn't move, she just stood there shaking and crying "Daenerys, the key." He raised his voice again which only made her even more stressed. She shook her head and ran her hands through her hair, almost pulling at it. The voice started to get louder and louder, without a doubt, someone had heard her screaming and crying earlier and they were going to come in, see the two of them, see the body and all hell is going to break loose. She was in no state to function like a normal human being at the moment so Jon realized he had to move quickly and play it smart.
"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, okay? It wasn't right." He said but it didn't make an impact, especially with him being so far away from her. He pressed his ear to the door to determine how much time he had before someone came barging in. He stepped forward to her side and carefully but firmly pulled her closer to him by her hands. "I'm sorry, it wasn't right, you did nothing wrong and I-"
"I did nothing wrong?" she spat out as more tears came down her face, she looked at him with panic in her eyes and something more. It looked like hatred, but the kind that wasn't directed towards him but herself. "I did everything wrong Jon!" She cried.
"Shhh-" he tried to calm her down but it wasn't working, she was getting upset and loud again and he was nowhere near the key.
"Just look at him Jon, look at him, he is dead." She yelled out and started shaking again.
"No, stop it right now-" he pulled her face up and away from the body so that she was now looking at him. Their faces were so close that even a whisper was loud and clear enough for each of them to hear. "-I don't know what happened in here or how this story played out and honestly I can't care less about it now, you know why? Because there are people out there who heard you scream and soon they are going to come in and you know what they are going to find? Huh Dany?" he looked straight in to her eyes, she didn't move or say a thing but she didn't move away either "-they are going to find the two of us standing over a goddamn dead body with blood all over us and a fucking knife in my hand."
"You don't have a knife in your-" he pulled it right away from her. Her mouth dropped. "What are you doing?"
"Now I do." He said and moved away from her. "If you don't care about your life anymore, fine. But I do." He said and her heart skipped a beat. He knew he would regret pouring his heart out in the heat of the moment like this, it wasn't the time or the place but he didn't know what else to do. If there was one thing that always struck people whene they least expected it, it was the truth. "I don't know why or how or when that happened but I bloody do. And if you don't get it together right now and tell me where the key is so I can lock us up till these people are gone, you and I are both going to hell. They are probably going to kill me if they think that I killed one of their own and then you'll have two lives on your heart. Do you really want that?"
Her brows furrowed, the despair she felt all along turned in to anger. Good. He knew how to work with that. "Are you seriously blackmailing me?"
Jon swallowed hard and nodded. "Did it work?"
For a moment the two stood there, just staring at each other. He could see rage building up within her, her typical reaction to anything he did since the first day he came here was pure angst and he finally learned how to use it in his favor. The voices became significantly louder and even she knew it was now or never. "God damn it." She spat out and gave him an angry look. "I hate you for doing this." She tiptoed over to her bedside table and pulled out a little silver key on a silk ribbon and threw it at him. He immediately ran up to the door and pressed his entire weight on to it as he slid the key in and locked it. Just as he did the knob moved up and down.
"Daenerys?" A familiar voice of Theon came through. Jon's heart stopped beating for a moment. He gave her a panicked look, he didn't know what to do now. She seemed just as scared as he was, she started pacing around, trying to figure out what to say that would make him go away,but Theon was the type of person that would not leave your side until he was sure he knew every detail on the situation and was sure everything was okay. She used to love that trait, it made her feel safe. However, at the moment it made her feel very uneasy.
"Dany if you don't open up, I'm knocking this thing down."
"You have to say something." Jon mouthed nervously.
"What am I supposed to say?" she mouthed back, her eyes were wide and filled with worry.
"I don't know, make something up, tell him you're tired-"
"Jon?!" Theon suddenly said and the two shot each other looks of horror. "Is that Jon in your room?" Theon repeated himself.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Daenerys asked Jon as he continued to stare her down, if he stared a little longer he would create a hole through her, she'd actually like that now.
"Yes. It's me." Jon said to her surprise. She shook her head at him in disbelief, what on earth was he trying to do? Get them both killed?
"What the fuck is going on in there?" Theon demanded. "I'm coming in."
Jon's hands formed fists and he cursed under his breath. He quickly went over to her bed, yanked the sheet off and threw it over Viserys as Dany watched on in shock. He straightened his shirt with his hands, ruffled his hair then wiped the remaining tears of her delicate face with his thumbs. He smoothed back her hair and whispered. "Don't say anything, don't move while I talk, if he asks anything, just say something short and positive, okay?"
"Wait what are you talking about, Jon-" she had no time to reach him because all of a sudden he unlocked the door, got out before Theon could even peak in and shut the door behind him. He remembered he still had a knife on him so he quickly shoved it in to his pocket, hoping it would go unnoticed.
"Hey." He said nonchalantly and leaned against the door as if nothing was wrong. "Can I help you with anything?"
Theon raised an eyebrow and gave him a 'what the fuck' look. Did he seriously just come out of her room after they wouldn't let him in for five minutes and he heard Daenerys scream in panic earlier? He had a feeling something was very wrong, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What's going on in there?"
Jon started looking around as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "I don't know, you tell me, you're the one knocking,"
"This isn't even your bloody room-" Theon started, I heard some screams earlier and what the hell happened to your shirt - suddenly his face went from worried to surprised "-wait a minute, not your room, screaming, the shirt-" he lightly shoved him in an atta boy manner and his expression changed to smug. "Were you having sex with Viserys' sister?" His eyes almost jumped out of his eye sockets. Coincidentally, so did Jon's.
"I-"
"You smug little bastard you-" Theon continued to pat him on the back "- I always knew you were a devil. You're crazy, Viserys is going to kill you."
Oh, how very ironic of you to say.
"Well, is it true then?"If he says yes, Theon will leave him alone and he could go back in there to check with Daenerys and finally find out what the actual fuck happened, on the other hand Dany would freak out once it turned out they were in fact doing it. Saying no would be a much better option but what about Theon? He wouldn't let it go. After contemplating all of the options he had in this moment, Jon swallowed hard and decided to nod his head.
"Well, put two and two together." He said casually to keep up his unbothered façade. Daenerys was so going to kill him after all.
Theon broke out in a fit of loud, exaggerated laughter. "I knew it."
"Can you just keep it down." Jon tried to control him. "This stays between us, you understand?" Theon said yes but didn't seem quite convincing. Jon grabbed him by his shoulder a little too hard and gave him a look of warning. "I'm serious, keep it between us."
"Gosh-" Theon said as he pushed Jon's hand off of him "-you'd think that for someone who just got laid you'd be in a better mood." Jon didn't say a thing but instead gave him one more warning look. That seemed to do it. "Fine, your secret is safe with me. I wouldn't know how to spill it any more than you'd know how to hide it."
"Thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like some privacy." Jon said to which Theon smiled like a fool.
"No problem mate, I got you." He gave him a pat on the back, an inappropriate wink and he left to where he came from. Jon exhaled. Once he made sure the guy was out of sight he carefully stepped back in to the room, bracing himself for everything that would await for him there. And boy, it did.
Daenerys swung her hand at him as hard as she could and a satisfying clap sound was heard once her palm made contact with his cheek. "You told him you fucked me?"
Jon opened his mouth to explain himself but he didn't even get the chance, her small fists were hitting his chest, his arms and everything she could reach. She was far too weak to actually hurt him – even though that slap hurt like hell – so it was partially funny and partially annoying to see her get so mad and somehow adorable at the same time. He caught her by her wrists so she would finally stop and listen to him.
"He is the one who thought of that on his own-"
"And you didn't bother to correct him?"
"It was a perfect cover up, okay? Whether you like it or not. He bought it and it saved us from him barging in to you room and seeing a very dead Viserys on your floor Daenerys." She was quiet, admittedly them having an affair was a much better cover up than them covering up a murder, but she already had enough on her plate, she didn't need new rumors of her promiscuity surfacing.
"All right. But if people start talking-"
"They won't. Now how about we stop wasting our time on this nonsense and you tell me what the hell happened in here."
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