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

Chapter 41: Jon Snow

~A Night of Dreams~

As Jon and Alarys settled into their chambers, the warmth of the flickering fire enveloped them, casting soft shadows on the stone walls. The air was rich with the scent of burning wood and the lingering fragrance of the flowers woven into Alarys' hair. They had just come from the celebration, and the joy of the day still shimmered in the air, like the last rays of sunlight before dusk.

Jon looked over at Alarys, who was busy arranging the flowers from the ceremony into a small vase by the window. The way her fingers moved—delicate and purposeful—captivated him. It was a small, domestic moment, but it held the weight of something profound. She was no longer just the fierce, fiery princess from Dorne; she was his partner, his equal, and soon-to-be queen.

"Do you want me to help?" Jon offered, rising from the edge of the bed, his curiosity piqued.

"No, I've got it," Alarys replied with a playful smile, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "You just stand there and look handsome."

Jon chuckled, a sound that felt foreign to him after so many months of hardship and conflict. "I think I can manage that."

With a laugh, Alarys returned to her task, carefully arranging the vibrant blooms alongside the pale white flowers from the Godswood. He admired her dedication, the way she turned something simple into a work of art. It was a reminder that amidst the chaos of their lives, they could still find moments of beauty.

Once the flowers were set, Alarys turned to him, her expression shifting from playful to earnest. "Do you ever wonder what tomorrow will bring?" she asked, her brow furrowed slightly.

Jon leaned against the wooden table, arms crossed, and met her gaze. "Every day," he admitted. "But I can't let it consume me. Today, we fought for our lives. Tomorrow... we'll fight again, but tonight, I just want to be here with you."

Alarys nodded, her eyes searching his. "You're right. We deserve this moment, Jon."

He stepped closer, brushing his fingers along the side of her arm. "We've earned more than just this moment. We've earned a future."

Alarys blushed, the warmth in her cheeks matching the firelight. "A future," she echoed, her voice a whisper.

Jon felt his heart race. He was terrified yet exhilarated by the possibilities stretching before them. They had faced death together, and now they stood on the precipice of something entirely new. They had a chance to shape their own destiny, to carve out a life together, unburdened by the weight of the past.

"Come here," he murmured, drawing her closer. She moved willingly into his embrace, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The heat of the fire mingled with the warmth radiating from her, and he breathed in the scent of her—jasmine and the lingering essence of smoke from the ceremony.

"Jon..." Alarys began, her voice soft and hesitant.

"Shh," he whispered, pressing a finger to her lips. "Let's just be here, now."

With a gentle tug, he guided her back to the bed, the flickering shadows dancing across their faces as they sank into the soft furs. Alarys's eyes sparkled with something deeper, something that made Jon's heart quicken.

"Jon, I—" she started again, but he silenced her with a kiss. It was soft at first, a tender exploration of their lips, but it quickly deepened, igniting a fire between them that mirrored the flames in the hearth.

His hands tangled in her hair, and he pulled her closer, as if he could meld their very souls. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers brushing the back of his head.