A Death of Songs

JON

The sun shone through the mosaic windows of the boat creating a pretty pattern on Dany's bare skin. Jon had Dany wrapped in his arms, tangled with his limbs as if they were one. Her hair was matted from the night's events but she still looked utterly beautiful in her sleep. Her head rested on his chest and as he breathed, her face would rise up and down. He wanted to wake her but thought better of it, the Queen would need her rest and this would be one of the few times she will ever get to sleep. He watched her, relishing in the luxury of her skin against his. Jon's heart was pounding hard and loud, the effect she had on him in a time like this should not have been plausible. For years, he was only ever concerned with the Night King and the army of the dead. That was his all-consuming thought. But as he watched Dany, he realised he feared for her more than he did for himself. But she would be on dragon-back, he thought. But dragons can also be killed, he thought again. Jon had felt the scaly skin of Dany's children under his fingers, it was rough and sharp like valyrian steel. Jon could not fathom how Dany rode them, they felt almost as uncomfortable as the iron throne, not that Jon had ever seen or felt it. But he knew Aegon, the conqueror had forged it from his enemies' swords, so he could only imagine the edgy seat. He felt Dany stirring awake on his chest so he shifted away to better see her face. She gazed up at him, her purple eyes shining bright like some kind of violet flame. He caressed her face before leaning down to kiss her.

"Jon Snow," she whispered, smiling up at him.
"Your grace," Jon whispered back in the same manner. She chuckled which made her even more beautiful. He rarely saw her smile, he never saw her happy.
"Sleep well?" Dany asked.
"Very," Jon said. "And you?" Dany knelt on her elbows and looked down at Jon.
"Incredibly," she said, with a wicked smile. Her gaze travelled from his eyes down to his chest. Her smile disappeared and something sad appeared in her eyes. She lifted her fingers to stroke the scars on his chest that reminded him that he should be dead.
"He risked his life for his people, he took a knife in the heart for his people," Dany said, echoing Ser Davos' words from when they'd met. Jon grabbed her hands and looked up at her.
"Another time, your grace," Jon said.
"It was not a figure of speech, you took a knife in the heart," Dany paused to stroke the scars further down from his chest. "You took several knives, it seems. Tell me."
"A discussion for another time," Jon insisted. Dany kissed the scar that killed him. The one which Olly marked on him.
"We may not have another time, Jon Snow," she said. Jon sighed, defeated, he sat up and gave her the woeful tale of his death. He revealed everything to her; how he had made Olly his steward as he served as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. How Ser Allister Thorne loathed Jon for who he was and what he became. How they lied about his Uncle Benjen, how they led him to a plank marked with the word 'traitor.' And finally, how they had taken a turn each to thrust their betraying daggers and swords into their Lord Commander's heart. Dany had hung onto every word, listening attentively, her flaming violet eyes growing sadder and sadder in their beauty.
"You died," Dany said.
"A red priestess brought me back with her magic, drawn from the Lord of Light," Jon explained. "I should be dead."
"Why did the Lord of Light want you alive?" Dany asked, intrigued.
"That is the very question I ask myself," Jon said, stroking her back. He could see his touch was distracting her, she closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling. She lifted her leg and sat on top of him. Jon grabbed her hips and was ready to feel her once again. She grabbed his length and plunged it inside herself. She moved on top of him, her head tilted, her breathing harsh. Jon loved the feeling. He missed it after Ygritte. She took control of him and he grabbed hold of her teats. She leaned down to kiss him and they both moved in towards each other. She met with each of his thrusts. They moved quicker and harsher. Until finally, Jon unloaded his seed into her. He moaned aloud with her. Their eyes met and Jon knew he was in love with Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.