Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

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*Tyron POV* 

It seems Naella and Jon have more of a complicated relationship then just a king and a servant. By the look of the pained expression on Jons face he obviously has some feelings towards the girl. It looks like things could get very complicated, so this is why she was so frustrated earlier. 

And he didn't know she was here? That in itself is also very interesting, if they had had some form of relationship before him coming here would he not know where she went to. But then again why would she leave in the first place if there was a relationship. Something must of happened. 

Ah my head hurts. Lets just see what happens when they meet again. I didn't think to tell him she would be there, well more i wanted to see his and her reaction. What can I say I'm a curious person. 

*Jon POV*

Sir Davous and I stood outside the main hall where i assume the Queen is. I started to fidget, I'm nervous but not because of the dragon queen, I'm nervous to see whether or not Naella stands beside her in there or has chosen to stay away because she doesn't want to see me. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the Dothraki pushing open the big metal doors. 

We walked forward. Looking around the room, it was pretty dark. There are Dothraki standing around the room and in the middle in the front of the room was a throne made of stone and a silver haired women sitting on it. The Dragon Queen. However another head of silver hair caught my attention. Naella. She was standing off to the left side of the queen, she was looking at me but her face was stone cold. I couldn't read her at all. She showed no emotion. She is still mad, of cause she would be after everything. 

We stopped in the middle of the room, and then Missandei started to speak.

"You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen, rightful a heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andels and the First men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, Mother of Dragons, The Kalheesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The breaker of chains." 

I looked to Sir Davous to do the same.

"This is Jon Snow. He's king of the North." well isn't that something compared to her introduction. 

*Naella POV* 

My blood was so cold. I couldn't breath. I didn't want to be here not like this. 

"So my lord i assume you are here to bend the knee?" 

I look to Jon, "No I am not." 

My heart sunk. It has happened the thing i fear would happen happened. I tried to focus on what was being said however i couldn't focus. I was trying to figure out what i was going to do, who i would I end up choosing to serve. 

However my panic was cut short when i heard jon say, "... Because I need your help and you need mine." 

I looked to Dani she was pissed. I again zoned out their talking and just looked at Jon. I was confused why does she need your help? Did he just call her a child? 

"Your grace everyone you know will die when before winter is over if we don't defeat the enemy to the north. "

"As far as I can see you are the enemy to the North?"

"I am not your enemy." He faltered "The dead is the enemy."

The dead?

"The dead?Is that another figure of speech." 

"The Army of the Dead is on the march." 

"The army of the dead?" Tyron interrupted 

"My lord I know you don't know me that well but do you believe me to be a lier?"