The inevitable was here, but it did not stop Jon’s heart from sinking. If I could, I would spend the end of my days with you.
I’m sorry,” she said, voice cracking slightly, “I am truly sorry. This is the time for me to take the Iron Throne. If I do not help her, I may lose another ally. “Ellaria Sand marches from Dorne, forcing the Lannisters to flee to King’s Landing. “Jon,” she said, this time with more certainty, and more shame. Can I touch her, or will the gods punish me? Their eyes and bodices were having conversations beyond their voice, yet Jon felt verbal acknowledgement a necessity. “Well.” All men on the Wall were asleep, save few seven-hundred feet above them, staring at the lands beyond, yet Jon had the uneasy sense they were being watched. “Jon,” she said, with a smile caught between love and shame, of uneasiness and bliss, caught amid heaven and earth. How things changed.ĭaenerys turned around. A night ago, all they could think of were dread, despair and the fall of man. It was not the wind, Jon realized, but Daenerys who was silently whistling. Her aura tamed the dragon, and for once, Jon fully grasped the grace and magnificence of the creature, regally rested on the courtyard of Castle Black like the king of all animals, against a sheer wall of ice. She was tending to and hugging Rhaegal, sad smiles on her lips. He found Daenerys, her back to Jon, where they stood last night. His chest heaved in pleasure, and an involuntary, warm smile cracked his cheeks as lust filled his heart.
But he still felt it, creeping from the moon, reaching toward him through the sounds, the scents, the wind that filled the air.
It was incest, he reminded himself, trying to force the shame. Jon Snow clothed himself, aware of what was coming to him, dreading yet craving it at the same time. A crescent moon peeked through the windows, the sole witness.
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