Ciontinued From Here
@unburntqueen
♛ — And just then - as he called her DANY again, she couldn’t help but smile even though she had told him not to. It had reminded her of her brother, perhaps that was why, but by then she had realised Jon was so DIFFERENT; she knew he cared about her, she didn’t only feel it, but she could SEE it as well just by the way he looked into her eyes.
❝I love you, Jon❞, she whispered quietly and looked at him where his lips met the skin of her hands and she leaned in to place a soft kiss on the top of his head. ❝We will not keep it a secret. We will tell them, and we will find a way of how to tell them - TOGETHER. And they will accept us, I am sure of that❞, she promised quietly and swept her thumbs across his fingers. ❝Cersei will never be stronger than the two of us bound together, trust me.❞
Daenerys closed her eyes right then with a soft sigh, while she wondered how Jon’s FAMILY might react to the outcome of their alliance - that was what she truly worried about.
Jon counted on that smile, the way she looked at him like there was nothing remotely wrong with who he was. Sta look of being diminished for being a stain, it left him haunted and although he moved past it, in private, he still held onto a notion that he did not belong. Her violet eyes though, they gave him purpose, they coaxed the man to smile in return, knowing her stare was only for him.
Those cold, stark eyes melted for her once again, almost threatening top never hardens again. The feelings such words raise within him, leave little another choice but to just give in. Feeling wanted and encouraged to embrace what separates him, and they from others were welcomed. He reached out for her beautiful face again and leaned in to close the distance, pressing his lips to hers.
Jon had to hold the thought close to him. His family had many consequences, and Robb had already doomed one army from love. Imperiallcially, he could see the benefits that Sansa would remind him off, tying himself to a Targaryen. Arya would understand his undying heart, but what he feared was the contempt that Dany’s name would bring down. At some point, you had to let the past die, kill it if you have too. Dany had his heart, and he had her’s.