The Storm of Steel

A Shock to the System

〰️ Daenerys 〰️

The next day I wake up feeling well rested and sore form last night activities, which I wasn't complaining about. It felt amazing to be able to make love to my husband and sleep all night without interruptions.

By the old and new gods I love Jon with all my heart. That he doesn't just please me physically but mentally with his unconditional love and sacrifices. He deserves so much more then just a mad kings daughter.

It was amazing and it felt good to be alone with Jon again without the crowded and busy castle life. The only ones I miss and wish was here was our children. One day I will bring them to dragon stone to see where there ancestors landed and flourish under Aegon the conquer.

Rolling over I found Jon still sound asleep with his dark curls spread across the white satin pillows cases. Smiling wildly at my sleeping husband, disbelieving this is my life. A wife, mother and queen to our people. I never image I would actually get an happy ending. I still have nightmares of all of this being taking away form me one day. That I will wake up and it will all be a dream. That I will wake up fifteen again in the Dorthaki grasslands, with Drogo's rough arms around me, longing for my handsome, courageous and loving husband.....Jon.

Smiling to myself as I shook my head, the old god's would never be that cruel. To give me a glance at my future without having actually lived it. That would be too much for me to bare.

Leaning up on my elbow to get a better look at Jon as he sleeps. I couldn't help but to slowly trance his cheeks and play with his dark curls. As I start to gently swirl pieces of his shoulder length hair in my fingers, I could see sliver strands hidden within the thick mess of black curls. And at times in his angry I would almost see purple in his eyes glowing with angry.

Maybe the story's was true about him being half Targaryen, but no one still has found proof of this. Jon send Sam and his now wife to the great white halls of the Citadel. Maybe there he can find proof but I doubt Jon would still accept it. And if I'm honest with myself, part of me wants Jon to be an Targaryen but the other wants no part of Jon to be Targaryen. Mostly out of fear of what that would mean for our children, especially our sons mental state. So far none as shown an signs of madness, expect the occasional out burst of angry when tested.

No....if it was true. Our sons and daughters would be fine because Jon would only be half which means that the stark blood would keep the madness at bay.

As I continued to have my thought race away form me, I started to feel rough but gentle touches on my forearm.

Glancing at my suspicion had been right, Jon big round brown eyes was staring back at me with love.

"Good morning, beautiful", Jon husky voice reach my ears, "What as you up this early?"

Beaming with happiness, "Just thinking about how wonderful our life is and how much I love you"

Leaning up slightly as he gently placed his finger under my chin to lead me down towards his lips. We kiss slowly and passionate in a tender and loving kiss, "I love you more. So much more", Jon breaths as he slowly pulls back

Our forehead touches as I flutter my eyes open to find Jon staring into my soul with such love and protection. That I found myself gasping with the power of the love that I see staring back at me.

Smiling that small smile he does, that drives me crazy with need, "I found something yesterday in the caves at the shoreline. Let's get dress so I can show you", Jon says kissing me deeply then rolling out of bed.

Looking at him as if he said something rude, "You can't just look and kiss me like that and aspect me to let you get dress", I pouted folding my arms across my exposed chest.