Forbidden

Guardian

Jon and Dany discuss about the future. Jon is sad.
Rhaegar and Lyanna go out. There is a lot of mud in it.

"Jon?" Dany called for her husband, entering the most private part of their room. She hadn't seen him after the Small Council Meeting. And when he didn't show up for dinner she had been worried. Until she was told that the King had already went to their chamber.

"I'm here," he answered, his tired voice coming from the other room.  "Where are you... why are you so dirty?" Dany asked as she crossed the door to find her husband taking off his clothes, helped by a young boy "Leave us alone" Dany told the boy who bowed to her and the King and hurried out "Is that mud?" Dany asked, taking over the servant's duties and helping her husband get rid of the black leather he wore.

"Yes, it's mud, " Jon replied, seeming to be far away.

"Where have you been for the rest of the day?" Dany asked, her voice quiet, freeing him from the top of his garments and admiring her husband's physical complexion.

Almost twenty years had passed since the first time she had seen him like this, after they almost dying beyond the wall. The first time she'd seen his unbelievable scars. She would never forget the impact of that vision. The pain and wonder that it had caused her. And now, so many years later they were still there. They had stopped being red and thick, and had received the company of many others. Not so deep, not so cruel and final, but still blood marks that he was always willing to shed.

Dany stroked those marks unconsciously whenever they were like this. And never tired of admiring the stiffness of Jon's muscles, even though he was already forty. They were no longer young, but the time had been generous with them. Other than a few wrinkles in the corner of his eye and his hair and beard full of white hair, he hadn't changed. In her eyes he was even more beautiful. He could still make her heart flutter.

"I heard the supply to the city's main well was in trouble. I have finished going to see for myself ..." Jon explained, sitting down, getting rid of his boots.

"And did the King himself have to dive into the well?" Daenerys asked, starting to pull the straps off her clothes too, loving to see her husband for a moment stop what he was doing and look at her.

A quick gleam crossed Jon's gaze as he silently rose and returned the favor Dany had done to him, helping him undress.

"I didn't dive. But I had my guards help dig, while more men were requested." He stopped for a moment "The well only collapsed more and was definitely clogged. I couldn't stand just being useless. Anyway, it looks like the water was no longer good. I heard the people complaining that it was rotten..." Jon explained, stepping into the large, light stone tub filled with warm water to its edge.

"That explains why you stink like that..."  Dany said with a slight smile, wrinkling his nose and getting into the tub. Despite the huge space, she placed herself right behind her husband.

"I am?" Jon asked, his voice still distracted. Dany knew well why.

"Quite a lot " she answered, taking a sponge and rubbing his back, seeing him relax muscles "But I can take it."

"Hmmm ..." he murmured, leaning his head against her. Closing his eyes while feeling she is wetting his hair "I shouldn't smell that bad though," Jon said, caressing her legs. Dany let out a low giggle and kissed the back of her husband's neck. A true proof of love. He was stinking, yes.

"I will need to appoint someone reliable to closely monitor the reform of that well. Last year we released gold for an improvement on it. And from what I saw there, it wasn't done. I heard a lot of dissatisfaction where I've been" - he kept talking, upset about it. Dany knew that her husband reacted rigorously in situations of embezzlement of money.