A Song of Fire & Snow (GOT)(Jon Snow)

Chapter 21: Alarys

~Of Dragons and Fire~

Alarys stood on the jagged cliffs of Dragonstone, her dark hair whipping around her face as she stared out over the roiling sea. Overhead, the sky was painted with the enormous, gliding shapes of Daenerys's dragons. Their powerful wings sliced through the air with a grace that seemed impossible for creatures of their size. Every time she watched them, a strange pull tugged at her insides, an inexplicable connection to these ancient beasts that stirred something deep within her. It was as though they were watching her as much as she watched them.

The largest of the dragons—Drogon, she had learned—let out a deafening roar as he circled before descending toward the rocky beach below. Alarys's gaze followed him, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't gone near the dragons since she arrived, always observing from a distance, but something about today felt different. With the storm of emotions left in Jon's wake last night still swirling inside her, she felt drawn to the creatures in a way that defied reason.

Alarys took a slow step forward, her boots crunching against the rocks, and then another. Before she knew it, she was making her way down the narrow path that led to the beach where the dragons basked. Her heart beat faster with every step, not from fear, but from a sense of awe. They were magnificent, wild, and untamed—the embodiment of the very power she'd always felt simmering inside her.

As she reached the edge of the beach, she stopped, watching Drogon stretch out his enormous wings, the sunlight reflecting off his black scales. Rhaegal and Viserion were nearby, lounging like overgrown lizards as they soaked in the heat of the day. Alarys felt a shiver run through her, but it wasn't from the chill in the air. It was the energy, the heat radiating off the dragons, that seemed to resonate with the fire that lived in her veins.

"Are you afraid of my children?" a voice came from behind her, smooth and commanding.

Alarys turned to see Daenerys approaching, her silver hair gleaming like moonlight. The Queen of Dragons moved with the confidence of someone who knew she had power few others could ever dream of. Her expression was curious, though there was a hint of surprise in her violet eyes, as though she hadn't expected to find Alarys this close to the dragons.

"No," Alarys said, meeting Daenerys's gaze evenly. "They're magnificent."

Daenerys raised an eyebrow. "Magnificent, perhaps, but most people are terrified of them."

Alarys turned her gaze back to Drogon, who was watching her with those eerie, intelligent eyes. She didn't flinch under the weight of his stare. Instead, she felt... connected, in a way that she didn't quite understand. "I'm in awe of them," she admitted. "But not scared."

Daenerys seemed taken aback by that. "You're the first person I've met who hasn't cowered before them." She glanced at Drogon, almost as if she were trying to read his reaction to Alarys, and then back at her. "Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye."

Alarys's heart skipped at that, but before she could respond, she heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Jon.

She knew without turning around. There was something about his presence, that quiet strength, that always made her aware of him the moment he entered a space. Jon approached with a wary look, his eyes flicking between Daenerys and Alarys as if he were afraid to leave the two of them alone for too long. Both women had a reputation for being headstrong, and he probably feared what might happen if they clashed.

Daenerys turned her attention to him with a small, knowing smile. "Jon Snow, you've come to check on us, I see."

Jon cleared his throat, nodding slightly. "I wanted to make sure everything was... alright."