Between the old books

Ill

He woke up in his bed next morning, feeling it was all a dream, but there it was the scratch on his face... so yes, he climbed down the tree next to his window, he went through a little plant corridor. He held her face, he caressed her, he smelt her, and she kissed his check, so close to his mouth.

He closed his eyes again, not wanting to forget any feeling, but a knock on his door disturbed him. It was his mother, telling him that Rhaella had called saying if he could go to her house, barely telling that Daenerys was feeling ill, but that she was in the library since 6 in the morning so if he wanted to come by and spend some time with her and maybe help her with the books.

He was showered and dressed in 15 minutes, which surprised his mother, he took two croissants and poured in a bottle some hot chocolate from his kitchen and left his house running to the library.

When he arrived the door was opened but the poster said "closed". He stepped inside and watched around, it was a low light. He then hear a cough, and went to where the noise came from. There she was, sitting in the floor, with some yoga pants, and a high neck sweater, her hair in a messy braid with some hairs out of it framing her face. She was barefoot, and there where next to her some big wool shocks. She was reading a book, a little zine it seemed. Not a book he has seen in the library that's for sure.

"Daenerys" he said in a low voice, and then she looked at him. Purple circles around her eyes, red nose and plump lips. "i'm sorry, it's my fault, it was cold last night, you shouldn't have been with me"

"Jon" she said. Was this her way of saying hello?. She continued reading.

"What are you reading?" he asked

"Nothing" She said, putting the little zine behind her back. Of course they didn't know each other but she surely was strange this morning. She has been there since 6 in the morning, it was 9.

"My mom has told me you are ill so I have brought something to make you feel better" he said taking the croissants and the bottle with hot chocolate out of his backpack.

She looked at him with her curious eyes, big violet and gold crashing with his brown orbs. She looked down to the floor next to her, and he took the hint and sat next to her. He handed her a tissue, and a croissant, and opened the bottle and put it in the middle of them. Shit! He forgot to bring glasses to drink; he thought.

"This are from my favorite bakery in here" he said pointing to the croissants.

"I have never been in a bakery, what does it smell like?" she asked and took a beat of her croissant. She looked surprised, maybe because those were the best croissants ever, he knew it.

"It smells like recently made cookies" he said smiling tenderly and eating his croissant. "Try this" he said handing her the bottle "my mom use to do hot chocolate some mornings mostly when I'm ill or sad, we have been lucky today"

"Are you ill?" she looked at him with her big eyes

"I am not" he said trying to reassure her.

"So are you sad?" she said then.

"No, I'm not. I guess mom just wanted to taste some hot chocolate, as it's cold outside" he smiled at her.

She took a sip from it and her eyes opened widely. She sucked the chocolate in her lips, and took another sip.

"I have never tried this drink" she said sipping again. He laughed. "We always drink tea, should I make you one one day?"

"I would like for you to make me a tea someday" he said smiling "would you like to have a look to the books?" he said looking to the library.