Jon had never felt anything like this. When he looked at Daenerys it felt as if the world around him had turned grey and she was the only thing left in colour. He had been struck by her beauty from the first moment he'd set eyes on her, and the months spent in her company had only intensified his desire. He'd never once attempted to deny his feelings for her - even if he had initially tried to ignore them - but, back then, he'd been certain that the queen had not felt the same way and that had made it easier to push his day dreams firmly to one side.

He wasn't sure exactly when he had fallen in love with her. It may have been in the caves; watching her bathed in torch light whilst she gazed in wonder at the ancient art. Or possibly during …show more content…
Jon, however yelped, suddenly terrified at being discovered in the queen's cabin and, without really thinking about it, threw himself onto the floor so the bed would hide him from the view of the door.

“Your Grace?” The soft, musical voice of Missandei sounded clearly along with the click of the bolt and door sliding.

“What is it?”

“The dragons … did you not hear them? Everyone is very concerned.”

Jon frowned, confused, trying to grab at a memory of the strange pull he had only been vaguely aware of during those final moments of bliss as he'd fully claimed the dragon queen as his own. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes as his body started to react to that memory.

“I … I'm not sure I did.” Dany's voice sounded full of confusion.

“They both roared and were flying frantically around us. Ser Jorah thought perhaps they sensed something? An attack or ...”

“Both dragons?”

“Yes, and they do still seem a little … …show more content…
“Perhaps, but now we know that Cersei is the real living threat to my rule and that the Night King is the threat in the north, it is the north I need to ally myself with. Those who support me will easily accept you as my king and the Northmen will hopefully accept me as your queen, despite my blood.”

“And what of Winterfell?”

She shrugged. “Your sister can be Wardeness of the North, if you have no other suitable successor in mind.”

“Really?” He smiled. “That would be a first, I think.”

“Hmm, perhaps I should make all my Wardens ladies and have the title pass through the female line?”

He chuckled. “Good luck with that one.”

Her returning smile was softer, her gaze somehow managing to penetrate his very being. “I thought I'd have to make yet another purely political alliance. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I could marry for love.” She sighed, placing a hand on his cheek. “And I do love you,