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*DISCLAIMER: Jonerys modern au one-shot. Jon ‘not a bleeding poet’ Snow perspective. Happy birthday @joenerysiseverything! You can see a fitting graphic I made here.*
Jon knew he should have got used to this by now.
A few months ago, the mere sight of Daenerys Targaryen appearing on his TV screen could make him irritated and exceptionally grumpy in a matter of seconds. When he came back to politics after long months of mourning his cousin, best friend and superior in party, Robb Stark, he was set on finishing his plans and continuing his legacy. Jon decided that becoming the worthy leader was to be his only goal in life.
This brilliant woman came out of nowhere. Although she never directly disrespected their party, she was taking Westerosi voters by storm, with invaluable help from her own loyal guild of more experienced followers. And so, Daenerys was the greatest threat to their power he had to face yet.
After he met her for the first time at one of the fancy gallas he was forced to attend, he felt bewildered, most of all. He didn’t think there were words to describe her beauty, and even if there were, he was not a bleeding poet. After he exchanged a couple of sentences with her, he also realized their political views were more similar than he expected. They were only executing their ideas differently.
And so, her occasional presence was confusing him every now and then. Talking to her was definitely confusing him. Whenever she touched him, even if it was just a soft brush - it confused him as well. He felt more drawn to her than to any other woman he’s ever met or have been with. Yet, he never dared to display his interest in her. Every single day, his colleagues were reminding him that they have to undermine her, for she’s the one enemy he shouldn’t keep close. It was supposed to stay that way.
Until, it didn’t.
They shouldn’t have run into each other at that bar, he knew. Yet, he didn’t regret it at all. After many glasses of rum, he didn’t feel like pretending he wasn’t fascinated by her from the very beggining. When he kissed her, it turned out she was just as confused by him as he was by her the whole time.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her since then. Now, whenever he was watching another one of her speeches, he was breathing her words, and wasn’t capable of tearing his eyes off her for a split second. There was no turning back for him.
“She’s exceptionally fiery today, huh? A passionate speech”, his closest advisor’s, Davos Seaworth’s, voice snapped him out of his trance. Jon nodded once in response.
“Oh, yes”, he mumbled, perplexed. “Fiery indeed.” If only the old man knew a half of how passionate this woman could be, he would never forget it for the rest of his life. At least, Jon knew he would not.