Face The Darkness | GoT x Night King Reader

Chapter 24

As the water grew closer to the brim, the warm vapor enveloped me, a gentle caress that seemed to whisper of a future where the coldness of the Night King was but a memory. She offered me a soft smile, her eyes filled with a warmth that was both comforting and unnerving. "It is ready," she said, her voice a gentle invitation to embrace the warmth of life once more.

I walked over to the tub, my cold feet feeling the heat of the stone floor beneath me. As I approached, I realized that the water was not just water, but a crimson sea of lifeblood. The warmth of it was almost overwhelming, "Blood?" I asked her curiously.

Daenerys nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "The blood of those who have been wronged by the hands of the living," she explained, "Dragon's blood, it will heal your wounds."

Her words were a warm whisper in my cold mind, the concept of healing something I had not considered. I had been so focused on the cold, on the spread of my dominion, that I had forgotten the warmth of life's essence. With a sense of trepidation that was almost alien to me, I lowered my body into the warm embrace of the crimson pool after she helped me get undressed.

The heat was intense, making me forget about the coldness I had known for so long. The blood wrapped around my skin, staining the once gleaming ice a dark, visceral red. I watched as the wounds from Viserion's fiery assault began to knit themselves closed, the warmth of life pulsating through me like the heartbeat of the world itself.

Daenerys followed my gaze to the wounds, her eyes never leaving mine as she too disrobed. Her warmth was more than just the heat of the dragon's blood, it was the warmth of life, of passion, and of a future untainted by the cold grip of the Long Night. She stepped into the tub after dropping her clothes to the ground, the blood sloshing around us as she moved closer. The crimson liquid stained her alabaster skin, turning her into a goddess of fire and blood.

Our bodies touched, the warmth of hers searing through the ice that had become my second skin. It was a jolting sensation, one that I had not felt in centuries. Her touch was gentle, yet it held the power of a thousand suns. I flinched, not from pain, but from the sudden realization that I could still feel. "Your skin... it's beginning to live again." She said as she softly took my face into her hands.

Daenerys' warm fingers traced the lines of my face, as if she was trying to memorize every detail of the cold, frozen mask that had been my countenance for so long. The warmth of her touch spread through me like a wildfire, thawing the icy veins that had carried only death and cold for eons. Her eyes searched my own, looking for a spark of life in the abyss of my soul.

For a moment, we remained like that, the warmth of her hands on my cheeks the only thing that seemed real in a world that was slowly coming alive with color. The blood in the water grew warmer, pulsing with the beat of life, and I could feel the coldness in my chest retreating. It was a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating, like watching the first signs of spring emerge after a never-ending winter.