"Your Grace, preparations for the feast are currently underway, and the guests yourself and the Queen have requested from each of the Seven Kingdoms are arriving as scheduled." Missandei announced with a kindhearted smile. She stepped in closer, dropping her tone down to inform him more discreetly, "..And , the plans you've made for later on this evening when the Queen retires will be planned as we've discussed, Your Grace."
Jon gave a knowing smile and nod in return as he spoke to his friend. "Wonderful. Thank you Missandei, that should be all for now." She nodded graciously, dismissing herself with a slight turn on her heels as Jon suddenly began to speak. "Oh, sorry my lady, but there is one other thing," Jon asked with curiosity, ".. The Queen, is she done with her duties for today?"
Missandei smiled warmly as she suddenly began to speak. "Yes she is, Your Grace. She's out on the cliffs with the dragons..and with the children ."
Jon couldn't help but smile at the thought of his precious family, the family that he'd once believed that he'd thought he would never have. And now he did have that. And he had that….with Her .
"I'd figured," he said to her, his words kind and sincere as he spoke to his Queens' most trusted advisor. It was she who had witnessed their Queen's growth over the years where he had knew nothing of her existence, making her into the women he'd loved and admired with every being within his body. Missandei and her husband Greyworm, the fierce captain of the Unsullied army had not only been loyal, trustworthy friends to Daenerys, but to him as well.
"Thank you once again, Missandei." Jon said as he nodded off once more, turning to make his way through the hustle and bustle of Dragonstone to find his family as he'd missed them so. He hadn't seen, nor heard from the Queen since earlier this morning, and he was longing to see her beautiful face once again. As he walked swiftly through the festively-decorated Great Throne room, nodding off and accepting bows and kind words of, " Good Afternoon, Your Grace", along with congratulatories from guests and castle staff, Dothraki and Unsullied alike, he'd came upon an entrance way that would lead him to a quicker passage towards the rocky cliffs of the ancient island. As he stopped to grab a flaming torch from a nearby wall for better vision, he paced through the dark, narrow corridor that led to a tunneled staircase of jagged black stone. His thoughts began to play in his mind, recalling the quiet time they'd shared this morning making love until the first light of dawn shone brightly around their chambers. Moans and cries of love and passion filled the air around them as he drove his hips in and out of her slick, tight sweetness, only to drown out into the early morning breeze whilst the faint sounds of huge saltwater waves crashing gently against rocky stone. And when the sun began to set off in the early morning horizon across the clear blue skies, she'd sent for the babes via Missandei. The sight of their sweet, angelic faces immediately warmed him, bringing joy straight into his heart. Those were the times that he'd cherished most of all, quiet moments were he'd felt at peace with his family before duty called to both himself and Daenerys..until they could finally be together once again.
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He descended down into the darkness amongst the staircase ahead as his thick, leather boots tapped hard and firm, resounding loudly upon each rocky step that followed as he'd took the last step down towards the ground below; coming to a complete halt as he'd finally approached the tall wooden door that would lead him to his destination. Grasping the noticeably large iron handle into the palm of his hand, he'd quickly realized how warm it had felt to the touch as he turned the handle fully in one swift motion, until an audible clicking sound was heard. The door had finally gave way against the ground he'd stood upon with a heavy budge, reverberating loudly off the narrow stairwell walls in the formidable castle. And suddenly, a gust of warm air rushed pass through him, blowing the flames out immediately from his torch. A burst of the warmest, most brightest sunlight hindered his vision, but only for a mere second as he caught the salty scent of The Narrow Sea.
Opening the door more fully, he stepped through and out onto the rocky cliffs of their ancestral home of Dragonstone. He was greeted by a guard of the Unsullied to his right who'd stood watch as he guarded his post. Quick nods were exchanged as he passed the guard his blown out torch that he held within his hand. And swiftly on his heels, he turned around to face the wide open skies against the gentle winds of Spring, spotting a seemingly resting Drogon, off into the distance. Lush, green plains of grass that was accented with colorful flowers laid outstretched atops the rocky cliffs and where he stood; the smell of Spring and saltwater filling his nostrils as he squinted his eyes closely in search for his family. The vision of her tiny frame standing from afar finally appeared before his eyes, his heart stammering quickly as he anxiously began to stride towards her direction.
As he continued his pace, his thoughts began to trace him back a year ago to date, as it was the day where he'd decided to make her his wife in Winterfell's godswood. He'd vowed to the Old Gods that he'd love and protect her heart fiercely until the end of his days under the sacred Weirwood tree in front of the ones they'd cherished the most. They were the same friends and family who'd travel near and far for tonight's dinner feast to commemorate their first year of marital bliss, along with the approaching one year anniversary of the defeat of The Great War. He'd thought back on how beautiful she'd looked that night; a lovely crown of blue winter roses and mistletoe laid donned atop of her head as she'd trailed gracefully towards him down the snow-covered aisle. He had picked each rare flower himself for her from the glass gardens of Winterfell, along with three, tiny mistletoe sprigs he'd uncovered from the heart of the Wolfswood. Her long, platinum hair fell low and loosely around her, giving off an ethereal glow of beauty that this would never witness the likes of again . He'd then thought back on how hard they'd fought to destroy the God of Death himself, better known as the Night King. It was he, who had risen hundreds and thousands of undead beings to wreak havoc and bring death upon the world, but with the love they'd shared for one another and with the will and determination to live, they shattered his demonic form into a million tiny shards, only to take down his entire league of his army right along with him. The wars against Cersei had been won as well, as she'd refused to to take leave of the city of King's Landing and to step down as the usurper Queen that she was. It had left Daenerys with only one logical decision; to bring fire and blood in classical Targaryen-like fashion straight to the Red Keep as she sat upon her precious Iron Throne, ultimately bringing her disastrous reign to a dramatic and fiery end. The remnants of Winter had finally passed on as they'd took their rightful seats as the saviors of the world, the new King and Queen of The Seven Kingdoms. They would reside in their family's ancestral home right here at Dragonstone, until the city of King's Landing was rebuilt back from the trauma caused from the aftermath of the wars.
And shortly thereafter in the oncoming months, when the warmth of Spring had finally began to grace the lands of Westeros, she'd given birth to their beautiful twin babes, Daeron and Rhaeyana. He'd recalled how he'd stood watch by her, never leaving her side as she labored for those two, long nerve-wracking days, feeling the anxiety and nervousness in the pit of his belly. Patiently he'd awaited the arrival of his precious son, his heart soaring highly as he'd noticed his coming into the world, with lusciously golden-white locs of hair that resembled the same like his mothers. But as Sam began to tidy and double check on Daenerys' current state of mind, he'd suddenly let out gleeful cheer that sounded off loudly around their bed chambers, "Oh my…oh gods Jon..there's a-anotha…and it's head is..the-there's another babe crownin, Your Graces!"
He'd stood stunned in disbelief as a rush of pure emotion flourished throughout his body, never imagining that one day he'd become a father to not one, but two healthy babes simultaneously at one time. He'd continued keeping her calm, encouraging her to muster up the last bit of strength she'd possessed in her exhausted, tiny body. And with one gentle push, a girl of dark, curly hair was born into the world. Tears of happiness flowed from their eyes as their small, healthy cries sounded loud and strong throughout the quiet of the castle. They'd embraced each other as they'd held their precious babies tightly in their arms. The hardest war was finally won, for she had given birth to the two reminders of the undeniable love that they'd shared for one another.
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She stood with her back turned towards him facing the glimmer of the Narrow Sea, holding Daeron as he slept peacefully within her tightly-folded arms. Her crimson-colored gown made of fine exotic silks, along with her long, platinum hair flowed swiftly about in the breeze, as he caught a side glimpse of her frame, noticing she had just finished feeding their precious young son. Quieting his footsteps, he suddenly caught the attention of Erri, Rhaeyana's Dothraki nanny, who sat upon the grassy ground below holding their other sweetling in her lap who was fast asleep, assuming she'd just been feed as well. He placed one finger playfully over his mouth as he snuck in closer, but then Drogon lifted his large head off of the ground, turning slightly in his direction as he acknowledged his presence. The ground rumbled, as he blew out a great gust of hot air through his huge, beastly snout. She then turned her head slightly as he cautiously stepped in from behind, and swiftly he placed both of his hands over her head as he covered her eyes in surprise. As he took a glance down upon the lovely profile of her face, her lips slightly parted as she breathed out his name. " Jon?" A sweet, knowing smile flashed slowly across her face, feeling as if she'd finally caught on to the little game that he was playing. He grazed his bearded face lightly against her earlobe as he whispered softly, " Who else would it be, My Queen...Happy Anniversary again, my love. "
As she stood still in place with her arm cradling Daeron firmly against her chest, she reached up with her free hand as she slowly began to trace her fingers delicately along his forearm, stopping at his hands that laid covered atop of her eyes. Lacing her fingers in between his own, she slowly began to peel away his hand, revealing her long, fluttering lashes that batted wildly from the bright afternoon sun. Shimmering pools of blue and gold reflected straight into his own as the words fell from her lips like a silent prayer, " I've missed you. " She was mesmerizing, he'd thought to himself, as he stared at the love of his life admiring her for the incredible women that she was. Slowly, as he wetted his lips with his tongue, he tilted his head in closer, placing a tender chaste kiss onto her soft, supple lips. She let out a breathless sigh against his mouth, as she nuzzled her nose against his own, savoring the feel of one another.
He smiled so sweetly at her as they stood still, caught in a complete trance. As he reached in to kiss her lips once more, a small, girlish giggle erupted from behind them as Erri suddenly began to speak in her native Dothraki tongue.
"Kh-Khaleesi? "
Dany immediately snapped out of her daze too, letting out a quiet snort of laughter, " Mmm, do you see the effect that you have on your Queen, Jon Snow?"
Letting out a light chuckle, he reached out his arms to hold Daeron so that she could attend to little Rhaeyana. As she gently placed their now sleeping son carefully within his arms holding him tightly against his chest, he purposely grazed his fingers lightly over her exposed teat, causing her to flinch in response as her nipple instantly hardened under his sudden touch. A mischievous smirk turned up in the corner of his mouth as he tauntingly smoothed the front of her dress back over the curve of her breast. Appearing to be quite flustered from his ministrations, she let out a quiet snort of laughter as she playfully batted his hand away, finally turning her attentions to the Dothraki girl with a smile across her face.
A few foreign words was exchanged between the two as Erri stood, handing little Rhaeyana over to her mother with gentle care, making sure not to awaken her from her sweet slumber. And with a quick nod of her head, Erri dismissed herself from her duty, leaving them behind as she made her way back up towards the castle.
They'd spent the remainder of the afternoon with the dragons and the children, reflecting back on the memories they'd created so far over the course of a years timespan. As the sun slowly began to set off in the horizon, they'd treaded their way back up towards the castle to prepare themselves for this evening's upcoming events. Friends and family members filed up to greet them as they entered back inside the castle walls, and as they continued on towards their chambers, he'd taken notice of the peculiar look on her face as she'd glanced around from time to time, noting the strange wintery decor that was chosen for the specific occasion.
As they passed an Unsullied guarding the door to their chambers, she turned around to face him as she shot him a knowing glance, " Mistletoe , my King ?"
His mouth remained pressed into a tight-lipped smile as he tried his hardest not give away his facial expressions. Gods help me, for I am shit at lyin.
".. Jonnn?" she asked, her voice rather inquisitive as they strolled inside of their solar, ever so persistent for an explanation. "..What are you trying to hide from your Queen?"
He'd remembered telling her that it was the sigil of House Charlton, the noble house that once resided in the heart of the Riverlands before the wars. He knew that she'd remembered the thick of it in the godswood, the shrubby said to-be parasitic plant that grew high amongst the tall oak trees covered in blankets of powdery white snow, recalling the beautiful look on her face as he'd recited that bit of history regarding the once noble, yet fallen house. And he remembered how her eyes went aglow a year ago to date, when he'd told her of how he'd picked each frosty-blue rose as rare as her beauty for the crown that she'd worn, admiring the three, tiny mistletoe sprigs that laid intertwined in between each rose stem. It was once that she'd asked of its whereabouts after the wars had presided, as he'd remembered telling her that it sadly was destroyed due to the destruction at Winterfell. But he'd known that she'd never heard of the other stories; mythical tales of the magical powers that the plant was said to have possessed, recalling the stories he'd remembered Old Nan use to tell to himself, Robb and Theon as young lads growing up in Winterfell. The other stories had proven to be true, as they'd seen first hand the magical forces within the world they'd lived in had still existed to this very day. Given the truth in those tales, he believed strongly in the myths he'd grown up hearing regarding the magical tales of mistletoe.
"Wel- ouchh, " he said suddenly as they'd sat upon the mattress, with a very alert Daeron who babbled away cheerfully, as he gently tugged away on his father's curly locs of hair. He kissed him lovingly on his forehead as he pulled away his tiny hands," .. I know you are well aware of its historic significance, my love. But there is more that I've yet to share with you, as I do plan to give you a proper history lesson on the many tales of this said... mistletoe."