Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 11: Daenerys

-Daenerys Targaryen- Aegon Targaryen- Illyrio's Manse-

Daenerys removed her head from her knees and did as she was told. She opened her eyes.

A small smile grew on Jon's face as she did so and Dany was shocked at his appearance.

He had steel grey eyes, his hair was made of dark curls, which he had tied behind his head, he also had a small growing beard. The most surprising feature was that he looked of similar age to her.

Jon reached his hand out. Daenerys removed her eyes from his and looked at his out reached hand. If she were to grab it she would expose herself, she would untangle from her ball and be under his will.

But when she looked back to those eyes, all she saw was....gentleness. Daenerys, for whatever reason decided to trust him. So she unhooked her hands and let herself untangle so she could reach out and grab his hand.

When she did she couldn't help but think this was all a lie, a trick to gain her trust, but once again when she looked into those gentle steel eyes, she was reassured.

"Dany..." Jon whispered, gaining her attention.

"Aegon?" she whispered.

Jon nods. He couldn't believe he had made it, her hand was in his, he had saved her.

"My name is Aegon, yes. My father was Rhaegar Targaryen." Jon explains.

Her eyes widen. "Your father was my brother? How-"

"My mother was Lyanna Stark. Rhaegar annulled his marriage to Elia and married Lyanna in a secret ceremony. Then she died giving birth to me....and Rhaegar died...I was then raised by Ned Stark, as his bastard. It was to keep me safe...and the truth of my Targaryen blood line was only revealed to me a few moons ago." Jon explains, rubbing his thumb over her knuckle.

Her gorgeous eyes meet his again. "Your mother died giving birth to you?"

"Yes...its a painful feeling...I-"

"So did mine." Dany whispers, looking down in shame.

Jon grips her hand tighter and she looks back up at him. "Our mothers would have rathered we lived Daenerys, don't blame yourself for it."

There is a silence between them for a few moments, both of them just gazing at each other, not really sure what to do next.

"You killed Drogo?" she whispers, staring another conversation.

Jon nods. "I did."

"Why?"

"Because...because he was going to hurt you...and I couldn't let that happen." Jon answers. 

Daenerys couldn't remember the last time someone had...protected her...

"How did you know? You said you were from Westeros?" she asks.

"I am yes. Its complicated but my brother, who is a green seer, he can see the past, present and the future if he wants, he came to me in a vision and showed me where you were and what Viserys was planning on doing. So I left Winterfell and trained, then I challenged Drogo and killed him." Jon says looking down, afraid she would be scared of him.

"For me?" she whispers, causing him to look up.

"Yes." he answers firmly, biting his tongue to resist saying he would do anything for her.

"Why? No one has ever..." she looks down this time, Jon takes a deep breath.

"You are my family Daenerys, it is my job to keep you safe, make sure you feel protected. As I said before...I care about you." Jon says gently.