#[[ crowncedcrow ]].

[win-cr-die]

a starter for JON SNOW ( @crowncdcrow ).

                        all of this time, it felt as though she was waiting for something to happen. there had been something pooling inside of her stomach, burning and crackling but the mother of dragons had never known what it was. it was an everburning fire –– flames dancing in desperation, seeking their answer and yet nothing had come forth. from the very first day she had met the king in the north, thick brows knitted together in anguish, something had changed. although it had not begun easy, she was happier in herself ... even if this strange place that belonged to her family by birthright did not feel like home. dragonstone was almost  H A U N T I N G ;  dark corners at the end of each corridor with a battle room that gazed out upon a violent sea. it was peculiar ... far colder than essos had ever been, ,more hostile and loud but not for joyous reasons. loud because when she was alone, all of her thoughts came plummeting down on her just like the storm that she had been named after and yet, jon snow made it bearable to be there. it felt as though everything she had ever been working towards had come full circle and now, here they were on a boat, intertwined with one another and gasping for breath. forehead shone against the flickering twine of candles, ocean orbs glazed with an adoration as she fell onto her back and attempted to catch the breath that he had previously stolen from her. tugging the wolves fur blanket up to her chest, the cool breeze from the nightly air creeping in through the wooden panels in which her boat had been built –– daenerys swallowed the lump in her throat and gazed over to him, azure hues growing soft. together, they had captured a wight and had proven to cersei that there was a war far greater that needed to be fought … the great war. and whilst the mother of dragons had insisted that she would not give her armies to the northern forces until jon had bent the knee, she had already decided to so. he had declared her his QUEEN. but she was unsure of what he was to her. did this make him her mistress? perhaps, her lover? or was there something far greater between them, that he felt too?

silver braids had become ruffles, skin sticky with droplets of sweat as her chest caved in and out at an unsteady pace –– desperate to return to its normal state yet, she could not help but admire every little thing about him. the gruff texture of his beard, his perfect ravenous ringlets, the scar that tainted his brow bone and the violet lacerations that littered across his chest but she knew better than to stare –– even if it was in awe. tilting on her side ever so slightly, fingertips busying themselves by running across the smooth skin of his arm, daenerys allowed a small smile to driftt against the pink of her petals, the waves that lapped against the wooden exterior of her targaryen ship the only other sound audible, other than their heavy breaths and thumping hearts. everything about the king in the north was beautiful. and for the first time, daenerys had come to realise … that perhaps, she did love him –– much like tyrion had suggested. propping herself up on her elbow so that she could look into those onyx eyes of his and wrapping over the grey fur which clung to her form, the rightful queen allowed her eyes to come to life, animating with nothing but a glimmer as sapphires cascaded over him. “tell me, jon snow. is the north as beautiful as it is claimed to be? i have heard many things about the capital and how glorious it looks but it was not anything like i had pictured. it is strange to think that it’s my home and that dragons once flew over those pits, though i have never truly known what home is.”