Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane

Was that too much to ask?

'How many queens are there?'

'Three' jon answered.

'And you need to convince the one with dragons or the one that fucks her brother? Wait whoes the third.'

'I need to convince them all, Catalina frost though, the last frost...' jon answered looking over to her. 'I fear her and danaerys will never get along.'

'Damn straight Jon!' Alina agreed. 'Thank God we got out of that place, another minute there with that awful woman and I was going to freeze her until her head popped. We could have used her frozen head as a ball, kicked it down through the snow!" alina thought happily, picturing danaerys severed head.

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'I miss the days when I was young and naïve.' alina told jon. 'I thought the perfect guy would come and find me now happy-ever-after, it don't come so easily.'

'usually doesn't it seems.' jon admitted as they set sail for north, the breeze getting colder and colder by the day.

'I feel so alone jon.' alina admitted. 'All I wanted was love that lasts, is all I want too much to ask?'

'no not at all.' jon told her.

'but they kept hurting me. they kept hurting me and leaving and hurting me again.' alina recalled miserablly. 'Is it something wrong with me?'

'No Alina you are perfect.' jon told her.

'I don't feel perfect. I feel broken.' she slumped back into the snow. 'Are my expectations far too high?'

'Its good to want to find the right man. Someone loyal and that loves you.' jon said getting closer.

'Everyone leaves me eventually jon, all I have is myself at the end of the day. And I guess I need to be okay with that.'

'I'm not going anywhere.' he reminded her pulling her to him.

'you were dead when I found you.' alina reminded him.

'I will try not to die again.' he informed her with a laugh.