How can this work?

Love is a fickle thing

Jon

He had missed the north, he missed the cold and the open air. The white open planes, the food, the people but most of all he missed family. The north was his home and he had never realized how much it meant to him until he left it to go to Dragostone. The queen and her company weren't as apt to such environments, as much as Daenerys tried to hide her shivers he knew she was cold. He unstrapped his cloak from his shoulders and leaned over on his horse to drape it over her shoulders. She was caught off guard by the gesture but a beautiful smile kept onto her face. "Thank you." She whispered as she hugged the cloak tighter to her. He loved how much she blended to the north, her silver hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes, she looks as though she was made for the north.

She looked at him and smirked obviously she noticed him staring. "Are you staring again My Lord?" She had a raised eyebrow as she said it, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"No, just appreciating the view," He said with a suggestive smile on his face.

"And how is it?" She inquired.

"Breathtaking" He whispered, he saw her cheeks turn a wonderful shade of pink as she stared into his eyes. He wanted her again, it had been 2 days since they left the ship and the cabin, which meant that they could not be together as they wished. They both agreed to keep their relationship secret until the northern lords accepted Daenerys.

The sound of someone clearing there throat broke his eye contact with Daenerys, he looked to who had ridden up beside them and it was none other than the Imp. "We will be at Winterfell by supper, Lord Tyrion," Jon said as he looked forward to the road.

"Thank god, I hate the cold and I have missed my dear wife Sansa" Tyrion jested, Jon knew that he was only joking but it was his sister and he wanted to keep her safe and defend her. "I was only jesting," Tyrion said in hopes to lighten the mood.

"I know" Was all Jon said, he felt the burning gaze of Daenerys's blue orbs. "I am just anxious to see my sister Arya again." He had missed her the most out of all his siblings and hoped she hadn't changed as much as Sansa had. He wondered if she still had Needle.

"I'm anxious to see those stubborn Lords of winter," Daenerys said.

"Don't be, there is nothing to worry about, you have already won the approval of Lord Mandely, the rest will follow." He gave her a sweet smile and she smiled back in appreciation.

"Are you not cold, snow?" Tyrion asked with a raised eyebrow, he realized that he had given his cloak to Daenerys and that could give people the wrong impression.

"No," He said bluntly.

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"Is that Winterfell?" Daenerys asked as she gestured to Winterfell in the distance.

"Yes," He sighed and closed his eyes, breathing it all in. He opened his eyes and turned to Daenerys who was still rapped in his cloak. He wanted to kiss her so badly at that moment but knew that they had to keep their feelings a secret but he knew he loved her and wanted to tell her the night he went to her chambers on the ship.

"It's beautiful." She breathed. They rode on and continued to the castled once they were close enough to be seen Daenerys handed him back his cloak. "You should take this, we don't wont to make it too obvious." She said sweetly.

"But you're cold, Your Grace. And I wouldn't be a good servant if I didn't protect my Queen from the elements." She didn't back down and he sighed and reluctantly took the cloak from her.

She began to ride on but looked behind her and said. "You are not my servant, you are the King in the north." She turned away and continued walking towards the gates of Winterfell.