The Bastard Who Would Be King
Summary: After learning that her husband paid a visit to a past version of herself by way of a magical vision—Daenerys returns to the House of the Undying to test her own luck as she sets off on a journey of her own. On the cold night of the Usurper's welcoming feast at Winterfell, the queen finally stumbles across Jon—stubborn, prickly, and nearly two decades her junior.
Written for Jonerys Week 2020, for the Free Choice prompt (and written with love for @dracarysqueen ♥)
Excerpt:
Daenerys emerged slowly from the shadows, taking care to keep her footfalls silent so as not to startle him. Her hands shook at her sides, heart thudding like every dull thwack made against the defenseless dummy.
The queen broke into a cold sweat. She had faced horrors beyond all imagination. Yet here she was—petrified to face this young boy.
Jon's movements came to a sudden halt, his head angling toward where she'd stood, perhaps sensing her presence.
Her words caught in her throat as he finally turned.
With a slight furrow on his brow, he met her eyes.
She said nothing.
He said nothing.
Yet there was an intensity to his stare—one that startled her in turn, making her mouth go dry. Daenerys swallowed to wet her tongue, hoping it might urge her to speak.
"May I be of help, my lady?"
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