Game of Thrones: A Second Chance

Daenerys VIII

A/N: @ last note, sike. I'm sorry for what I'm boutta do. But it has to be done for PLOT -breathes heavily- It was intended all along

She was in her bed, with Jon beside her. Her breath came quick, her forehead beaded with sweat. Beside her, Jon's own panting rang through the quiet of the night. It had been a passionate round of lovemaking, the first they've been able to actually do it without her freaking out.

She turns to face Jon, and is met by his warm smile as his chest heaved. They were both well sated.

Suddenly Jon rolled his body onto hers, making her heart jump as she thought they were going for a second round. But then his mouth opened and he spoke.

"You are my Queen, now and always."

She stared, horrified by his words as he leaned in for a kiss. She couldn't move to avoid it, it was as if her body froze. And so she was helpless when he brought his hands around her neck and squeezed, choking the life out of her slowly.

"Daenerys," he sneered, hate in his eyes.

"Daenerys," she thrashed against his grip, wheezing out a weak breath.

"Daenerys!"

Her eyes shot open and she brought her hands to her neck, meeting nothing but her own skin, Jon's hands having disappeared. Her heart raced, and she glanced over to a worried Jon. She flinched when he outstretched his hand towards her.

What if it was all a lie? All of it, him pretending to love her, just to kill her at her most vulnerable moment? She shouldn't have let her lust cloud her judgement again yesterday. She shouldn't even allow him to touch her, or to be so close to her. She was being a fool.

"Daenerys?"

"Get out." She hissed, pulling the blanket close to her chest. She feels her hand brush her scar, and is reminded of what he's done. She had been letting him in too easily. Way too easily. For it was easy to let her heart control her actions, instead of her brain. Her brain that knew the risks her heart did not care much about.

"What?" Jon asked, confusedly as he hesitated. He tried reaching for her again. "Dany—"

She slapped at his hand, making him hiss by how hard she did it. "Don't call me that. Leave me! Go find a place to sleep, I don't want to see you."

Jon slipped out of her bed, looking like a kicked puppy. Her heart squeezed as she felt a twinge of guilt, but she ignored it. Jon didn't even bother to dress, he hurried out of her chambers, hesitating only for a second at the door. But then he sighed, and left.

Daenerys took a few deep breaths, grounding herself. She thought about her mistakes.

Yesterday, seeing him in the colors of her house, it made her lust for him reach its peak, and she couldn't resist when she saw the lust reflected in Jon's eyes. She had let him in, then. She let him touch her more than he'd ever done previously, hardly feeling any fear except for when her brain caught up and stopped him from putting his hands near her scar. Then her heart took over, as well as her lust, as she found a solution and began to lose herself to passion. But then Jon pulled away before she could get what she wanted, what she craved.

She was thankful it hadn't gotten that far. Lest her nightmare become a reality.

Daenerys vowed not to let it happen again. She'd keep Jon at an arms length. For as long as she had to. Until she forgave him, if she ever could. She needed time to heal. She could not succumb to her craving.