When they made their way towards their sleeping chambers later that night, Daenerys didn't know what to feel. Should she feel affronted that Mr. Snow was so positive of her character? Should she not have been surprised given what she learned about his own? Or should she be dismal because this Jon Snow may in fact be correct about her… In those moments she wasn't sure which of her emotions she felt the most of, but annoyance was definitely high among them.

Daenerys was annoyed by his constant attention to their differences: be it in education or in class, he felt himself above her that much was clear. She was annoyed because she was tired of his vanity, his strange looks and his finely selected words… But what annoyed her most was that she didn't know how to feel about him, even given his disagreeable disposition. Daenerys really couldn't tell if she detested or admired him and not knowing the difference drove her mad.

Most times when she thought about it, she was pretty sure she did not like the man but even in her abhor she found herself thinking of him a little more than one should…

"Dany…" Sansa cooed quietly beside her with light eyes and a small smile pulling Daenerys from her thoughts. They hadn't breathed a word since they began their walk, and Sansa knew better than any when something was on her friends mind. With each delicate footstep she thought on how best to address the turn of events, but figured bluntness would suit them just fine. "What in the Seven was that?"

"Hm?" The small noise that escaped Daenerys' lips was high in pitch and cracked midway. She had nearly forgotten where she was, and wondered how long she'd been focusing on other… things. By the look Sansa returned she figured it was longer than deemed normal and didn't offer another reply.

"You are joking, are you not?" Sansa stopped in place sending a warm hand to Dany's elbow, forcing her to join in the halt as she narrow her eyes jovially with the finest crook of her head. "You and Mr. Snow. That was rather… odd."

"I have no idea about that which you are referring." Daenerys hoped for confident and convincing but by Sansa's face she knew she was neither.

Sansa laughed softly as she shook her head and crossed her arms very assuredly with a raised brow and confident eyes. "I cannot believe it…" She cooed insinuating, her words heavy and deliberate but also light and playful somehow. "You like him."

Daenerys lowered her brow as she pulled her top lip between her teeth lightly, drawing in a deep breath composing herself in full before speaking. "I feel a great many things towards Mr. Snow, but I assure you that affection is not one of them."

"You might not be so sure about that if you were standing where I am, my dear Dany." Sansa was singsongy and her excitement came through to her undertones as she pursed her lips implying with all the knowledge in the world.

"You're wrong." Dany replied flatly looking to her braided fingers with her lips pressed tightly together in mild frustration. Hearing again ever so slightly his ill words of her in the back of her mind almost like a poem. "I very, very greatly dislike the man. He's impolite, arrogant… vain."

She paused rather pointedly on her last syllable remembering his correcting her, before taking in a deep breath and looking at Sansa with only a thread more confidence than before. "There is not a quality that man possess that I admire."

"Whatever you say, sister." Sansa ended with the most mischievous smiles she'd ever given as both of their eyes slid abruptly to the end of the hall upon hearing footsteps approaching.

To both of their surprise it was Jon Snow.

He stood directly in the center of the large hallway in his same black tailcoat as before, his brow only slightly less darkened with hands fastened behind at his tailbone. Sansa slid her eyes from his and back to her friend only to see Dany still transfixed on his. She watched silently for only a few seconds but in those moments she saw more than any of her words could imply. Sansa smiled as she squeeze Dany's arm softly before turning and entering her room as silently as possible.

Daenerys watched as Sansa closed her door, drawing in a deep breath as she scan the man before her; wondering what he wanted, what he was doing here… But he didn't move or speak, he only look at her as he so often did.

As if a gush of wind gave him momentum he pulled himself toward her diligently with confidence and ease almost as if he were floating. The lightness of his feet was bold and unabashed and he seemed to reach her within the blink of an eye, stopping himself less than a foot from her porcelain face. When he reached her she pulled her breath in sharply, holding her throat closed tightly with pulse elevating more in every second. In those moments Dany tried to wear a mask but the rise and fall of her chest could not be so contained.

"I..." Jon finally spoke, breathy and serene; pulling his light eyes between the both of hers as he scan her face and mouth studiously. "Sleep well, Miss Daenerys."

"You as well, Mr. Snow…" Daenerys replied after a second still feeling the nerves of his closeness surrounding her like a warm fire. He was standing so close to her that she thought he may kiss her for a moment.

Daenerys watched nervously his eyes dance from her own to her lips more times than she could keep track and with each amber return she felt a flutter low in her stomach…

Daenerys countdown had finally reached zero… It was her fourteenth day at Netherfield and it came faster than she could have imagined possible. In many other circumstances a fortnight could have taken ages, but here even with mild complaints in company time seemed to slip like water through her fingertips. Now as her final day drifted along like the sea she felt the true pain of time as it crept around her. Each of the previous nights that passed had been spent playing cards or listening to Cersei play and sing most beautifully on piano. The days had been spent alongside Ghost and Sansa; where they would stroll the gardens or read to each other for hours. And until today— her very last day at Netherfield, each morning was spent in a cascade of near silence.

"It brings me such sadness that you will be leaving us so soon, Miss Bennet." Cersei broke their normal notes of quiet as she speak condescendingly from her place across the table closely beside Mr. Snow. She wasn't fooling anyone but it didn't stop her nonetheless.

Dany smiled into her lap weakly, feeling that sadness take hold again. In that moment she didn't even care that Miss Bingley had been intentionally aiming to provoke or upset her. She just cared about the truth in her words and chose to ignore their ill intent. After the ball and first thing tomorrow morning she would be on the way back to Dragonstone Estate. Back to her endless duties and back to a life of impetuous sadness.

"It is the same for me, Miss Bingley. You have all been so wonderfully kind to me, I cannot thank you enough," She replied sincerely with light yet sad eyes, wholeheartedly preferring Cersei to her own brother. "—truly."

Cersei's face was flat and blank as she sip from her wine glass. She hadn't expected such a pure and authentic reply given their usual direction of discussion and for just a moment she allowed herself to feel bad for Dany… but only for the briefest of seconds because just as she took another sip from her glass, she parted her mouth to speak something else as vapid and deliberate.

"It is our pleasure, Dany." Charles glanced to his twins face holding the smallest look of disappointment behind his pale blue eyes as he interrupted her. The look didn't last long however, and he pulled a wide smile across his lips as he lean forward in his seat placing both elbows on the table leisurely. "You are most welcome here. Anytime you wish to visit Netherfield, you shall be permitted."

Daenerys felt the pull of a true smile spread over her pink lips as its warmth trickled through her sending a wave of joy and appreciation. It was in that moment that she slid her eyes across the table, unable to stop herself from looking to Mr. Snow any longer.

Jon hadn't been looking at her this time, which surprised her for he always seemed to be glaring her way. Instead he stare down into his dish with little to no expression upon his face as he move each tiny piece of food around aimlessly. Dany watched diligently in those seconds trying to get a read on the expression he held; but like many other times she was unable to see anything of use to her and was left with more questions and grievances.

The room was silent again and he seemed to feel her lilac eyes watching him. After a pause Jon sent his tongue to wet his lips before he met her eyes at last. Now like most of the times he looked at her— she had no idea what it meant and this time there was something strong and captivating in the way which he stare.

"I think now would be a good time for us to begin readying ourselves for the ball this evening, Bingley. Would you excuse us? We've so much to do before hand." Sansa asked rhetorically as she stand placing a hand for Dany to take beside her. The strangeness was not as hidden to her as it had been to Charles and for that Daenerys was thankful.

"Of course, Sansa." Bingley stood sending her an affectionate smile, all manner of admiration across his face and body language. "I await your return most patiently."

Daenerys joined her friend with heavy eyes and light smiles as she nodded informally to the table, watching timidly as Jon mirrored and bowed their exit; with eyes locked on hers until she turned the corner vanishing from his sight.

Leaving Sansa was going to be difficult... The impending marriage she'd be forced into would be difficult... But of all the things she could think of, there was only one thing that seemed to weighed heaviest on her addled heart.

And that one thing was him.