Imagine Book 2

A Forbidden Romance- Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones)

As requested by WolfishHellhound556! Male Y/N.

The moon cast silver light across the jagged peaks of the Dragonstone mountains. Daenerys Targaryen sat astride Drogon, her heart racing as she scanned the clouded horizon. She hadn't seen Y/N in weeks, and each separation grew more unbearable than the last.

A dark shape emerged from the mist – another dragon, smaller than Drogon but just as graceful. Atop its scaled back sat Y/N, his cape billowing in the wind. Daenerys felt her breath catch as she watched him guide his mount toward their secret meeting place, a flat plateau hidden between two towering peaks.

Drogon landed first, his massive claws gripping the weathered stone. Y/N's dragon touched down moments later, and before its wings had fully settled, Y/N was already dismounting. He moved with the fluid grace of a skilled warrior, but his eyes held only tenderness as they found hers.

"My Queen," he said softly, crossing the distance between them. "The nights grow longer without you."

Daenerys slid from Drogon's back, her hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. "I've missed you," she whispered as Y/N drew her into his arms. The familiar scent of leather and pine enveloped her, and she pressed her face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"The small council grows more suspicious," Y/N murmured into her hair. "They question why I refuse to denounce the Targaryen claim. If they knew..." His voice trailed off, his arms tightening around her.

Daenerys pulled back just enough to look up into his face. Even in the dim light, she could trace every beloved feature – the strong line of his jaw, the slight scar above his right eyebrow from a tournament years ago, the warmth in his eyes that he reserved only for her.

"Let them suspect," she said fiercely. "You're the only one in all of Westeros who remained loyal to my family. The only one who saw through Robert's lies." She reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing across his skin. "The only one who truly knows me."

Y/N leaned into her touch, turning his head to press a kiss to her palm. "I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were different from what they claimed. Not the Mad King's daughter, but a woman of strength and compassion." His hand rose to cover hers. "How could I not love you?"

The word sent a shiver through her. Love was dangerous in their world of politics and betrayal. Love could get them both killed. And yet, as Y/N's lips found hers, Daenerys couldn't bring herself to care about the danger.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft press of lips that held all the tenderness of their first embrace. But as Y/N's hands slid into her hair, as her fingers gripped the front of his tunic, the gentleness gave way to something deeper, more desperate. Each kiss was a declaration of everything they couldn't say in the light of day, every touch a promise they couldn't make openly.

Behind them, their dragons crooned softly, a duet that echoed off the mountainsides. The creatures understood the bond between their riders, the connection that transcended political allegiances and family feuds.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Y/N rested his forehead against hers. "Sometimes I dream of a different world," he confessed. "One where I could stand openly by your side, where we could build something new together."

Daenerys closed her eyes, letting herself imagine it. "Tell me about this world," she whispered.

Y/N's hands traced patterns on her back as he spoke. "We would rule together, bringing peace to the realm. Our dragons would soar freely over King's Landing, no longer hidden in shadows and secrets. The people would know you as I do – not as a threat to be feared, but as the queen they deserve."

"And us?" Daenerys asked, her voice barely audible above the mountain winds.

"Us?" Y/N smiled, the expression transforming his entire face. "We would wake each morning in the Red Keep, watching the sunrise over Blackwater Bay. I would kiss you in front of the entire court, proud to show the world that I belong to Daenerys Targaryen. We would have children with your beautiful hair and my eyes, little dragonriders who would carry on your legacy."

The vision was so perfect it made her chest ache. Daenerys pushed up on her toes to kiss him again, pouring all her longing into the contact. Y/N responded instantly, one hand cupping the back of her head while the other pulled her closer.

They sank down together onto Y/N's spread cloak, the rough stone of the mountain forgotten beneath the thick fabric. Above them, stars wheeled across the sky, bearing witness to their forbidden love. The dragons settled nearby, their massive bodies providing warmth against the chill mountain air.

"I hate hiding," Daenerys admitted as Y/N's lips traced down her neck. "I hate pretending I don't know you when we pass in the streets of King's Landing. I hate watching other women try to catch your eye at court, knowing I can't stake my claim."

Y/N pulled back to look at her, his expression serious. "No other woman could ever compare to you, my queen. My heart has belonged to you since that first day in the marketplace, when you defended that street child from the gold cloaks. Your compassion shone brighter than your beauty, and I knew then that I would love you until my dying breath."

Daenerys traced his features with trembling fingers. "I remember that day. You were the only noble who stopped to help. The others just walked by, but you..." She smiled at the memory. "You not only helped me protect the child, but you made sure she had somewhere safe to go. That's when I knew you were different from the rest of them."

"I think I fell a little more in love with you each time we met after that," Y/N admitted. "The way you would sneak into the city in disguise to help the common people. How you worked to understand their struggles instead of dismissing them. Your determination to be a different kind of ruler than your father."

Their lips met again, and Daenerys lost herself in the kiss. Here, on their mountaintop sanctuary, she could pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. There were no warring houses, no bitter rivalries, no thrones to claim or revenge to seek. There was only Y/N's touch, his warmth, the way he made her feel both powerful and cherished.

Time seemed to stop as they lay together under the stars, trading kisses and whispered dreams. Y/N told her stories of his childhood, of learning to ride horses before he could walk, of his first glimpse of a dragon in the sky. Daenerys shared memories of her time across the Narrow Sea, of the family she'd built among the Dothraki, of her dreams for a better world.

But as the eastern sky began to lighten, reality crept back in. They couldn't stay in their sanctuary forever, no matter how much they wished to.

"Dawn comes too soon," Y/N murmured, pressing one last kiss to her temple as they rose. His hands lingered on her waist, reluctant to let go. "When can I see you again?"

Daenerys considered the cycles of the moon, the movements of the court, the patterns of the guards. "Three nights from now? The castle will be distracted by the tournament preparations."

"I'll be here," Y/N promised. He helped her mount Drogon, his touch lingering on her hand. "Be safe, my love. And remember, no matter what you hear me say in court, my loyalty lies with you alone."

"And mine with you," Daenerys replied softly. "Even if I must pretend otherwise."

They shared one final kiss before mounting their dragons. As Drogon spread his wings, Daenerys looked back at Y/N, committing every detail to memory. The way the rising sun painted him in shades of gold and rose, the love shining in his eyes, the strength in his bearing that matched the gentleness in his heart.

Then they were airborne, flying in opposite directions as the new day dawned. Daenerys felt the familiar ache in her chest as the distance between them grew. But she smiled despite the pain, knowing that in three days' time, they would meet again on their mountain, two hearts bound together despite all that tried to tear them apart.

For now, their love remained a secret, known only to the dragons and the stars. But Daenerys held onto hope that one day, they would no longer need to hide. One day, she would reclaim her throne with Y/N by her side, and their love would become the stuff of legends – a tale of loyalty, passion, and the power of two hearts that refused to be divided by the games of thrones.