CHAPTER 6

She couldn't stop crying...replaying the memories in her head over and over again, she kept telling herself how stupid and naive she was to think that he would actually stay with her.

Her hands pulled at the grass, frustrated as sobs racked through her body.

She didn't care if she felt sick to her stomach, how it turned at the thoughts.

She didn't care that the sleeve to her dress ripped and blood was streaming down her arm, leaving a dark red stain on the grass and on her dress.

Dany let her emotions out, the only thing she was concerned about was if someone were to catch her sobbing in the woods, despite all of her emotions she had to much pride and hated to be seen at her weakest.

He didn't even make an attempt to stop this, he just convinced himself it was the best place for him. It irritated and upset her that she would let him hate himself over a stupid title. Everyone outside of winterfell hates her because of her appearance, name, and family, they'll be too quick to judge her before they could even get to know her.

She looked down at the water, it wasn't completely frozen but the thin layer of snowflakes and ice was visible.

She thought about ending it all right there, jumping into the freezing water and drowning. It's ironic, the daughter of the dragon freezing to death because she was hopelessly in love, almost poetic in a way.

"Well there you are." An unfamiliar voice made her head shoot up and wipe away her tears, the imp stood a few feet away from her, taking a swig from his bottle of wine. "I've been looking for you- Forgive me, I am Tyrion Lannister, and I highly assume you are Daenerys Stormborn."

She stared him up and down, he did not posses the beauty that his siblings did, one eye green and the other black, his nose pointed up as his face was terribly disproportional.

"That is if I'm not talking to the wrong person, I am terribly drunk."

She nodded her head slowly, to which he smiled. He walked closer to her, his shoulder leaning against the tree to support his weight.

"Ah good, I see I'm not lost as I thought I was."

The corners of her lips tugged slightly, he was no doubt a funny man, even if he was a drunk.

"So you fell in love with the bastard." He avoided eye contact, staring out into the night. Her smile faded as she wondered why he didn't shiver like she did from the slight pick up if the nights winds. "You know he was coming to look for you, but I told him to stop, I wanted a word since you are the last Targaryen...and men apparently don't know the definition of privacy."

Everyone who didn't hate her, which was very few, always spoke of her being the last Targaryen. She heard word when she was 14 of her brother's death, his greed for power of claiming the throne and madness took over him. It saddened her at the time, but she quickly realized that she didn't know him, she didn't even know if he knew she existed.

"That, Jon Snow, that you love...doesn't really want to leave, he feels the need to though. Apparently Lady Stark despises him, makes him feel low and worthless, am I correct?"

Dany looked down and nodded her head, it was true, and still after many years of Dany trying to convince her that it wasn't Jon's fault, she was still cruel to him, never showing any love or acting like a mother. "After years of being told he's a bastard, he feels to low for you, that he can't provide you happiness, because of a title...but he What he doesn't understand is he has to wear it like armor, and the world will come to forget that he is a bastard."

Dany looked down, she had yet to speak a word, he stayed silent, expecting some type of response.

"Jon doesn't love me...he just wants to get away from me."

She said, biting her lip to the point of blood to not let any tears fall.

"You have a very gentle voice, not commonly found in Targaryens... Do you know we have something in common? We both killed our mothers, which makes us killers from birth. No one blames you because of your rare bloodline, but a dwarf is a bastard in their fathers eyes, so of course I was tormented by my sister for years because of it."

He sighed, taking a long chug from the wine, he finally looked at her. A tear let loose from her lilac eyes and she quickly wiped it away, ashamed of looking weak.

"Don't be afraid to show your emotions around me."

He whispered, she looked down at the grass, feeling quite awkward that he was being so polite.

"I once heard a story about a baby being born...it was one of the worst storms to ever hit Westeros, which earned the babe the name 'Stormborn'. After being taken from her brother, she went to live with the starks in winterfell. Visitors would always speak of her beauty and kindness, also of how a story was taking place...Fire and ice, you and Jon."

Dany narrowed her eyebrows at the imp, she didn't know if it was the wine that was speaking or the clever Lannister. "The man loves you, no matter how broken you are, he'll never stop."

He looked back up at the sky, she let his words process before scoffing. Rolling her eyes as she played with the grass.

"How would you know? And why are you telling me this?"

Her tone was sharp, it amused the imp. Her inner dragon was shining through. "I suppose I have a place in my heart for cripples, bastards, and broken things...and if it isn't obvious, I can see it in his eyes, yours as well."

Her senses came back to her as she realized his words were true, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself it wasn't, he had admitted it.

"Love comes in at the eyes."

X•X

He had to find a way...

No matter what Jon had to find a way of getting out of taking the black, and most importantly he had to find a way for Dany to forgive him. He couldn't live with himself knowing that she hated him for his stupid actions.

He wanted to find her, talk to her, show her how much he cared about her, but the imp smooth talked him out, saying how at the moment she needed some space and he would talk to her first.

Jon waited impatiently in his chambers, thinking everything he was going to say over. Knowing it was useless and he was probably going to forget and just let the love for her talk.

His leg bounced as his hands shook, he wanted to cry but couldn't find the tears. That one tear from Dany, that he had caused, made him truly feel like a bastard.

Dany was no doubt broken, anyone could see that. She was already like a shattered mirror, and with his actions decided to stomp on those pieces to make them tiny shards, breaking them beyond repair.

Why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut?

Why couldn't he run away with her like what Sansa had imagined?

Why couldn't he tell her he loved her?

He pushed her away from him, and now all he wanted was her close again, he wanted to hold her in his arms for forever, even if isn't easy at first...

A knock disrupted his thoughts, he quickly got up and opened it, expecting the dwarf...instead his grey eyes met clouded lilac ones, glassy and rimmed with red.

Dany stood hugging herself, her cheeks flushed a bright red as her lips were slightly swollen.

Jon looked her up and down, her dress was ripped with snow and dirt on the edges, the left sleeve had a dark red stain as her pale skin was covered in dried blood, her silver braids were out of place, and her violet eyes showed so many emotions that Jon couldn't possibly read them.

"Jon?"

She asked, her eyes starting to glass over again. Without saying a word, he grabbed her by the shoulders and embraced her, his strong arms wrapping around her slim frame.

All emotions let loose, she sobbed into his chest, and wondered how she still had tears to spare. He buried his face in her silver hair, inhaling her scent deeply. She always smelled like lavenders and roses.

"I'm so sorry, Dany."

She shook her head into his chest, looking up at him with big tearful violet eyes. "Do you love me?"

She whispered under her breath, they were so close now, it was almost painful to be so close yet feel so far away.

"Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen...if you haven't noticed, I've loved you since the day I realized you weren't my sister."

He smiled as she giggled, the laughter finally reaching her sparkling eyes.

He looked down at her lips, before he had the chance to move she pressed her full pink lips against his.

This one lasted longer than their first one in the woods, he didn't know what overcome him then, and he definitely didn't know what was overcoming him now. He pulled her all the way into his chambers, closing the door.

Their lips reattached again, in a soft, gentle kiss.

That night, she felt asleep in his arms. After sobbing happily in his chest and kissing for what felt like hours, her violet eyes closed, her breath steadied.

Jon brushed a piece of silver hair behind her ear, smiling down at her while gently wiping her tears from her cheek. Soon sleep overcame him too, but he didn't let go of her, not once throughout the night.