Targaryen Dynasty

Wounds of the Past

"Seven hells.." Jon said, and pulled the coat he had on him during the spar with Jaimie. He was sitting in his chamber, getting a few minutes of rest before the war council that was planned to take place that day. He still felt the blow Jaimie delivered him, and knew that under that shirt he was standing in, there was probably a giant bruise already. Not that it mattered, it was just slightly uncomfortable and annoying but that's the price for being cocky during the fight.
He sat on the edge of his bed, when someone knocked on the doors making Jon let out a deep breath, and close his eyes. He was tired, and didn't really felt like having a conversation with anyone.
"Come in" Jon said, and when the door opened he saw Jaimie standing there, already refreshed and in his spare clothes, looking more like a northener than a man from the south, not counting the blonde hair.
"May I come in, Your Grace?" Jaimie asked and Jon invited him inside by waving his hand, and stood up from the bed.
"Sorry for the mess, I was mid changing. Do you want to discuss something with me?" Jon asked and Jaimie swallowed a large gulp.
"I can come back later if u want Your Grace" he said, but Jon shook his head with tired expression
"There is no need, really. And don't call me 'Your Grace' when we are alone. It is annoying already, to hear that from everybody else beside our Queen and the rest of my family. Just use my name, I would really appreciate that" Jon said, and pointed towards the table to which Jaimie nodded, and took his seat. He filled a cup for himself and Jon, who sat in front of him, and took a sip, feeling the cold liquid making it's way through his throat, giving him back the energy he lost during that spar
"So, is there something you want to discuss with me Ser Jaimie?" Jon asked and Jaimie got more nervous. There was something on his mind, but Jon was not going to pull that from him by force.
"I might as well say it and be done with it." Jaimie said and finished his cup in one go. He looked in Jon's face and said everything in almost one breath.
"Today's morning, when you saw me walk in to the hall with Tyrion, I just came back from the Kingsroad. I was planning to kill Cersei by myself, and finish the war in an instant" Jaimie finished, and saw Jon's eyes grow wide. He wasn't expecting that, to say the least. The man who grew in his eyes for the past few days, even when he was the reason of so many bad things that happened to Jon's family.. And now he was telling him, that he was planning to do something like that behind their backs?
".. What do you expect me to do right now?" Jon said, looking into Jaimie's face, which suddenly got calmer, like the weight of the thing he did got lifted from his shoulders.
"I don't know. I just wanted to tell you that. And to tell you the reason of why exactly I turned back." Jaimie said, and filled his cup once again. Jon did not know what to think, nor do. Jaimie shouldn't do something like that behind the backs of his supervisors, that was a definition of disobeying the orders. But at the same time, he came back, and nothing really happened. He decided to listen to his explanations first, and then choose what should be done
"So tell me then, why did you go back?" Jon asked, and Jaimie closed his eyes
"Because I couldn't do that. Simple as that, yet so pitiful that it makes me laugh." Jaimie answered him, and smirked.
"You really love her. You still love her, is that what you're trying to say?" Jon said, and 
Jaimie clenched his teeth, trying his best to come up with a truthful answer.
"I can't deny that, yes. But at the same time, I know that the thing she felt for me wasn't the same that I felt. And beside that.. It may shock you, but I really feel that Daenerys might bring something good into that shit country."  Jaimie said, and Jon nodded. He wasn't the one that should judge the man's feelings, especially considering his own situation at that moment. And to hear that a Lannister grew to trust and believe in Daenerys.. It was another thing that told Jon, that she may be indeed a great ruler.
"But why did you go alone? You know that you might got beheaded the moment you set foot in King's Landing" Jon asked another question, and Jaimie felt his grip on the cup get tighter
"Because I felt like I'm the one responsible for that. I always stood by her, watched her murder her enemies with cold blood. I watched the remains of Great Sept after she blew it up using wildfire, killing everybody inside. I watched it all, and did nothing. It's for the good of the family, I told myself." Jaimie said, clearly angry at himself.
"So I will ask again, what are you expecting me to do?" Jon repeated his question, feeling sorry for the man. He made a lot of mistakes, but he had his heart in the right place. Yet still, he disobeyed his orders, and Jon had to do something.
"I don't know Jon. I wanted to come clean, because you trusted me, and I failed that trust. No matter if the thing I wanted to do was right, or not, I still did it behind your back." Jaimie said, not helping Jon at all.
"I need time to think Jaimie. Leave this between us, and when I decide I will call for you." Jon said, not being able to think of anything that would clear the man's conscience. He felt like Jaimie wanted to be punished but at the same time, what could he do? He was a valuable asset to their army, an experienced commander that knew how to lead men in the battle. Question still was, would the men follow him knowing his roots, but it was a different topic entirely.
"Well then, let it be that way." Jaimie said and stood up. Jon stood as well, and shaked Jaimie's hand. Before he could leave the room, he turned around.
"I will do my best Jon. That's all I can promise you." He said, and Jon smiled towards him
"That's all a man can do. I wouldn't ask more of you." Jon responded, and Jaimie opened the doors only to meet the silver-haired girl, looking right at him.

Daenerys did not suspect anyone to be in Jon's room, especially a Lannister, but when their eyes met, she quickly regained her cool.
"My lord" she said, and Jaimie quickly bowed with respect, earning a smile from her.
"Your grace" he responded, and quickly disappeared in the hallway, leaving her and Jon looking at each other, with the tension between them growing faster and faster.
"May I come in?" She gently asked, and Jon immediately nodded, inviting her inside with a heartfelt smile. Daenerys did not know what was the reason of that, but each time she saw that smile, her heart felt so warm, almost like it tried to tell her that this smile is the only thing that she really needed. She slowly made her way towards him, and tried to act as cool as she could, but at the same time she knew that Jon was not the one that she could fool. Her emotions were so stacked up, that she felt like she was about to burst.
"I'm sorry for the mess Your Grace. If I knew that you would come to visit me, I would prepare more." he said, clearly embarassed and his voice trembling, like he was carefully picking each and every word. Your Grace. She didn't want him to call her that. She wanted to be called Dany once again, like it was before the battle.
"If I would tell you that, there would be a chance of you not being here" Dany said, making him open his mouth like he wanted to argue, but he just looked down and remained silent. She didn't want to act like that, but at the same time she felt angry at him for the past few days. For evading her at all cost, and acting like they were nothing at all.
"So, is there anything you want to discuss, Your Grace?" Jon asked, his voice returning to it's raspy and stoic version.
"I wanted to congratulate you on your win with Ser Jaimie. You put up a beautiful show for us to watch." She said, closing in on him, but trying her best to not give away any of her emotions. If he was going to play that game, she could do it as well.

"Thank you, My Queen. But I was rather sluggish. Slightly your fault, if I could mention." Jon said, with a smile, to which she giggled, making Jon's heart beat faster. She was like a miracle to him. Every move she made, every thing she said, the way she laughed. All those things were perfectly put together, and there were times that he still could not believe that she was real.
"My fault? I don't remember doing anything " She said with playful voice, closing in on him, making his legs feel numb, and arms shake a little. He didn't like the way she made him feel, this vulnerability wasn't something Jon was used to.
"If you wouldn't do that, maybe I wouldn't get punched in the gut with a golden hand." Jon said, making Daenerys stop in her tracks. They both looked at each other and started laughing. The tensions was gone in an instant, and for a minute they could finally be themselves, not a 'Queen' or a 'King'. They were like that until Jon let out a quiet hiss, and his face turned to painful expression. Daenerys immediately felt worry wash all over her and she looked at Jon with scared expression.
"It's nothing. My stomach still hurts from that blow, that's all" he said, and gave her a small smile, trying to stop her from worrying about him, and did his best to hide the way it pained him to see her in that state.
"Show it to me" she said softly, with a voice he last heard from her when he was laying in the bed, just waking up after Benjen's horse brang his half-dead, frozen body to the gates of Eastwatch. She was the first view he saw when he woke up, and her voice was the first thing he heard. And that was the exact same voice
"Dany.." Jon started, but she grabed his hand and kept looking at him this way. He sighed and nodded, slowly pulling up his shirt. He didn't want to show it to her. Not the bruise of course, that was the last of his concern. There were things much worse under that shirt, things that he didn't like to show anybody.

Daenerys helped Jon to pull his shirt off, knowing very well what she will find there. But no matter how many times she saw this, it always made the tears flow from her eyes. His torso, full of scars with the biggest one placed right where his heart was. She slowly traced her finger on the bruise that was forming itself right under his chest making her way towards the scar that she couldn't look away from. Right before she could've touched it, Jon grabbed her hand making her look at him, and see his sad expression.
"Don't.. please Dany" He said, and she just nodded, embracing him, and leaning her head on his chest, placing a soft kiss right at the place where his scar was. If he didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't going to pry. It was his choice, and he would tell her about it when he was ready.
They were standing like that in silence until Jon was the one to spoke
"I'm sorry Dany. I'm sorry for the past days, I'm sorry for..." He said, but Daenerys was the one to cut him off.
"Shh. Don't be. Just let us stay like this for a while. I wanted this and only this for the last few days." Dany said, and Jon placed a gentle kiss on top of her head, embracing her even tighter, feeling the wounds of the past close again, after being opened just a moment ago.

A/m
This is not the end of their conversation, I just felt like this is a decent end of a chapter :) Rest will be up tommorow.