Who Is Daenery: A Fictional Narrative

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Daenerys felt utterly exhausted the following morning and yet she revelled in the sensation. She took her time getting ready, constantly fighting the soft smile which threatened at each memory of the night before, whilst simultaneously worrying about how easy it would be for others to read the feelings on her face. Tyrion's comment up on deck had made it obvious that he already knew what had happened between her and Jon but, as far as she could tell, the others were none the wiser. For now.

Not that she was especially concerned about discovery for her own sake - although Jon obviously was - but, as she had said last night, it was this odd issue with the dragons which was concerning her now, something about it making her nervous for reasons she couldn't fully understand.

Why had they both reacted like that?

She had a special bond with …show more content…

“Relax, she says. I've not been 'relaxed' around you since I first set foot in your throne room.”

She hit him lightly on the arm. “Behave.”

“I can't. I can't relax and I can't behave. Every time I look at you I just want you and that includes during council meetings.”

She laughed. “Right, and taking me on the table in front of everyone would really help to keep this a secret.”

His eyes sparkled and she marvelled at how easily she could read him. How she knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it. “That sounds interesting.”

“I thought you wanted to keep this a secret?”

His smile was lighter then, making her even more determined to see him fully let go and laugh. She ran her hand across his beard, caressing his cheek.

“I still can't believe this,” he said. “Can't believe you feel the same way.” He sighed. “I just wish we'd found each other earlier.”

“Perhaps.” She smiled. “Do you think we would have felt the same?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation. “I've spent my life searching for