The evening progressed much as the days before had and was now only a thread less awkward for Daenerys. By the end of her fourth night at Netherfield, she found herself wondering if maybe it was in fact Miss Cersei Bingley that held all of vanity in England and not this Jon Snow after all. If she not, well, Miss Cersei certainly gave him a very close run and of that she was sure. In the moments she watch them, Dany allowed the thought of how unlucky a pair the two would make cross her mind. It would take a fool not to see that Miss Bingley had her eyes on him, but if only Dany could say the same for Mr. Snow. It seemed he hardly paid noticed to her obvious interest and even appeared to dislike her greatly at times. But something told Dany that his face of joy was likely interchangeable with his one of distaste, and what really did she know of it?

Aside from the beauty of the estate and the glee she felt alongside Sansa, Dany didn't find much other comfort in the place. What little comfort she did find was due to the Bingley's collection of books and Mr. Snow's wolf dog Ghost, who had taken a rather strong liking to her. But it wasn't as if she could spend her nights as well as days with the animal could she? So that evening just like the others she sat reading to herself silently amongst the others. On the other side of the room Sansa and Charles sat by an open window playing a game of piquet while Mr. Snow wrote from the same desk as before, feather pen lofting lightly with each flick of his fingers. Miss Bingley's place was to pace the room around them in attempts to draw Mr. Snows attention towards her figure, to no avail.

"You've been writing for ages, Mr. Darcy." Cersei called from behind Jon, her voice smooth but also dark as she step slowly closer, the trail of her dress dragging lightly behind her footsteps. "So dubious all that business must be, but I must say it is in your benefit that you write so uncommonly fast."

"Mr. Snow," Jon corrected with an air of annoyance to his undertones, indifference in the other half. By the way he spoke, it was clear he'd corrected her before. "You are mistaken, I write rather slowly, and it is fortunate that not all I write is business."

Anytime he spoke more than a few words it surprised Daenerys, for he was often quiet and short with his replies. But this time she couldn't help but give in to the small smile tempting as she listen to their banter curiously. Noticing how every once in awhile Jon would slide his eyes from his paper instead transfixing them on her.

The silence didn't last long, and Miss Bingley spoke again. "Another letter to your dear sister? I do admire her so… Such a beautiful and talented girl she is." Cersei slid her fingertips along the outside of his desk as she circle him slowly, her voice raising with more excitement this time. "Do tell her I so long to see her, won't you?"

"I've done so once already at your request." His voice was colorless and feel empty as he reply, the scratches of his pen nearly the only sound around them all aside from the quite whispers from the corner.

"I know I shall be seeing her in January, but it just can't come quick enough... Perhaps you could ask her to visit? Oh, dear... if I miss her so it must be truly dreadful for you." Cersei paused noticing Dany's eyes on them. A second later she step closer leaning over his shoulder pointedly as she place a ruling hand on his shoulder. "It must be so difficult having her so far away from you all the time…"

Daenerys watched as Jon silently slid his quill against the parchment, choosing not to reply to her questions and statements alike. She felt herself unconsciously lowering her book to her lap as she choose to pay greater attention to Mr. Snow and his companion.

After another moment of silence, Cersei continued as if he had not ignored her at all; her next choice in words innocent but still layered with a deliberate ring. "Tell me, Darcy, how are your lines so straight?"

"Sister," Charles called from the window suddenly, pulling Cersei's eyes from Jon's letter and towards his summon, "do sing for us will you? You've such a lovely voice and the air is so dull do not you think?"

Miss Bingley let a small sound resembling a chuckle leave her mouth as she sip from her glass and make her way towards the piano. As Daenerys watch her light footsteps she wondered about this mysterious sister of his. But the thought was quickly washed away when Cersei starting a rather extravagant and impressive song. It didn't surprise her to see that Cersei had been quite skilled at both the instrument and at singing, and as they listen in silence Dany thought back to yesterdays conversation... Realizing only now that Miss Bingley was likely one of only six accomplished women Mr. Snow had mentioned.

Dany had learned that Mr. Snow's standards weren't as liberal as Charles' had been, for he was a great deal more picky with the qualities he considered accomplished. Jon required a thorough knowledge in art, singing, dancing, modern languages and even a particular manner of walking and tone of voice to be given such a title. When she thought of such a woman she laughed to herself silently now just as she had then and still could not think of such a lady she knew. But it did bring her joy to remember the face he made when telling him so and that alone was nearly enough for her. As the words fade back to the pages before her, she remembered the very last of his conditions.

"And of course she must improve her mind with extensive reading." Dany heard again as she draw a quick breath in, shutting the book a touch too loudly sending a dull echo around them and gathering the eyes of Miss Bingley briefly.

A moment later she licked her lips nervously and reopened her book suppressing her recent train of thought as she noticed Mr. Snow stand and begin walking towards her. It was one thing to have him always looking at her, but another to have him approach her now... The looks he gave before was sure to have been done in distaste, for what other possibility could it be? And if distaste it was, what business did he have now?

"Do not you feel the desire to dance Miss Bennet?" Jon asked as he stood beside her, tall and gallant with hands locked in place behind him.

Dany smiled down as she look at the words of her book, and though she knew she should reply the words dare not leave her lips. Of all the words he could have spoke, these were by far the last she'd expected to hear.

Jon looked down at her from where he stand, his own sly smile extending almost fully to his eyes. "If I may repeat myself, Miss Bennet." He started with slight surprise in his voice, but ended with his usual air of confidence.

"I am not hard of hearing, Mr. Snow. I was merely deciding in which way to reply…" She said back playfully in a soft voice, not pulling her eyes from the words below her but no longer able to read them either. Thinking only briefly on his previous inclination against such affairs. "I presume you expect I will comply with your request?"

"I dare suspect you shall." Jon paused momentarily to scan her pale face before continuing, "But I ask you only accept if it please you." His voice was smooth like honey but just as heavy as it had been since they'd met; and there was something lighter in it this time as well, something softer and more kind than she was used to.

"I can think of a great many thing that please me, Mr. Snow," Dany shut the book again finally looking upwards to his face. Briefly thinking on the night they met and those moments he'd snubbed her… In the first seconds of his question she had fully intended on denying him outright, showing him the same disscontempt he'd show her at the ball. Only the instant his eyes met with hers, she noticed that same look from before by the carriage; and with that her composure almost fell. "and dancing is indeed one of them…"

"I know." Jon replied assuredly with a soft nod and gentle eyes as he look down to her, reaching a hand forward for her to take. "I remember."

Dany looked to the hand before her as she swallow down the limp that began to form. Remembering the soft yet firm way he held her hand within his and the way he traced his thumb lightly over her fingertips… When she answered her tone was sweet and slow, the evidence of her thoughts slipping further into her voice. "But I think this evening I find more pleasure in a walk."

With the finest smile she could muster, Dany rose to her feet deciding against the hand presented before her. When she met his eyes her smile lightened, holding honestly within it and maybe even a little remorse. "Despise me if you dare, Mr. Snow, for my mind is made."

"I dare not." Jon replied warmly with gentle eyes. The tone he had taken was lighter than before and he was not at all offended by her reply. As he look down at her from nearly a full heads difference he felt truly bewitched by her and in that moment knew that if not for her status, he'd of been in danger of falling…

"For who am I to direct your elation?" Jon bowed low, sending her a soft smile before turning to walk back towards his post by the fire.

As she watched him walk away, she felt a cold tremble slide throughout her warm body; and in those next few seconds she wish she'd not denied him after all.