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fourtrisheafanfic · 7 years ago

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The Cloak: Chapter 3

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Previous Chapters: (1) (2)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A short dive into the beginning of S8 of GoT. Jon and Dany attempt to cloak their love as the great reveal and the tampering of others threatens to tears them apart. This will have romance, angst and smut.

Title: The Cloak

Chapter 3: The Aftermath

The moment Daenerys gracefully exited the small counsel room she dropped the façade of indifference she had managed to project for the last hour. Fists clenched at her sides, she chews painfully on the inside of her cheek. Gulping with difficulty to keep a sob at bay, she rushes to get as far away from Jon Snow as possible.

“Your Grace,” both Jorah and Missandei simultaneously call to her, she looks over her shoulder to dismiss them. She will break down if she acknowledges their kindness and concern at this moment.

“I want to be alone, I will see you both at dinner,” Dany says coldly before instructing them to save her the seat in between them. “If anyone asks, I have specific topics to discuss with each of you during the meal.”

They nod in acknowledgement before walking in a different direction, both understanding that their queen needs to be alone at this time.

I feel as though I am suffocating. I need air, I need to breathe!

Dany’s feet moving swiftly as she angrily trudges through the halls of Winterfell until she steps into the frosty cold of the large empty courtyard.

The journey between White Harbor and Winterfell was bitterly cold, sheets and sheets of snow as far as the eye could see, but it had never actually snowed since she and her ships had touched on land.

Stepping into the dark courtyard with unfamiliarity Dany feels the fall of the large snowflakes on her hair and face.

It is snowing hard, closing her eyes she imagines the falling snow as hundreds of tiny cold fragments fall on her eyelids and the rest of her.

Her eyes now closed, a sudden painful memory invades her mind…

++o+ Flashback +o++

The lovers lay fully entwined as the dawn of morning settles, no longer masked in the darkness of night. Both had just woken, having slept in the queen’s cabin on one of the last mornings they would get to enjoy on the ship. They would soon be arriving to White Harbor.

“Dany, I can’t wait until we arrive to Winterfell,” Jon croons softly. “There are so many things I long to show you.”

Dany studies the wistful look on her lover’s face, her heart pounding in her chest. The way his excitement grows the closer they get to his home making her grin. He is anxious to arrive home and to reunite with his family. But more than anything, he has told her repeatedly how eager he is to share it all with her.

“Aside from your siblings…and Ghost of course,” Dany adds with a smirk that quickly turns into a gasp as Jon mischievously takes one of her nipples in his mouth and begins to alternate between sucking and licking.

Throwing her head back and relishing the pleasure Jon bestows on her, Dany pushes through to continue speaking. “Aside from those things, what is something important you want to show me of the North?”

Releasing her pink, swollen nub with a loud pop and a wicked smile, Jon begins to plant slow, wet kisses in between her breasts. His two hands reaching up to palm her generous bosom. Jon has told her numerous times that her ‘beautiful tits” drive him insane with lust. The way they completely fill his hands, the weight of their fullness, and the pleasure he gets from holding her close to him, so that they press flat against his chest as he takes her is enough to drive him crazy.

Jon traces his tongue to the nipple that he had left ignored and circles around it slowly as Dany begins to wiggle under him. He knows she is being stubborn in her attempt not to demand he pleasure her other nipple in his mouth. He wants to see how long she can last.

Not long apparently.

“Jon?” she swiftly scolds, calling him out for teasing her.

“Apologies my queen, I regret my delay,” Jon says solemnly. “It was not my intent to keep you waiting.”

Dany closes her eyes and lays her head back, she is eager for her lover to fondle and kiss her other breast. The ache between her thighs growing as each moment passes. She wants him.

She always wants him.

Gently blowing on Dany’s aching nipple, Jon’s tongue gives it a quick flicker before he moves away to begin speaking. Much to Dany’s frustration, Jon gets comfortable before speaking!

“To answer your question, I am really excited to watch you feel and see falling snow for the first time,” Jon chuckles as Dany’s head snaps up, her eyes full of fire. Both knowing that his words were not what Dany was impatiently waiting for from him.

“Falling snow?” Dany sputters, her sexual frustration growing rapidly.

“Aye, my beautiful queen, I can’t wait to experience this with you for my selfish reasons as well. Dany, wait!!!” Jon laughs as she lunges at him for teasing her. He allows his petite lover to push his back onto the furs of her bed, delighted as she straddles him spiritedly while pinning both his hands above his head.

“Your own selfish reasons?” Dany inquiries as she carefully sits on Jon’s lower stomach, his unyielding muscles instantly warming the fire in her loins as she gently rocks her hips and whimpers with pleasure. His hard, thick cock straining against her arse.

“Dany…” he hisses, realizing he is now the one that is being teased. Which is something he equally loves and detests.

His little vixen is always able to keep him on his toes, frustrating him while also pleasuring him in a way he has never experienced before. Before Daenerys Targaryen, Jon never imagined how amazing making love could actually feel.

Dany leans down to position her previously teased tit near his mouth as she grinds slowly on his defined abs. Smiling wickedly, Dany playfully asks Jon again what he was ‘trying to say earlier’.

Lifting his head he catches her hardened nipple in his mouth and begins licking and sucking as she squirms against him. He can feel her wetness on his stomach as the cleft of her plump ass bumps against his shaft. He wants to fuck her so badly, but he will let his queen maintain control.

“Gods, Jon!” Dany moans as she begins kneading her other breast with her hand that is not holding Jon’s hands above his head. “I’m so close…” she whines.

Releasing her nipple from his lips Jon reaches up further to kiss between her breasts before speaking. “Let me use my hands on you,” he orders, pleased when she quickly complies and releases his hands. Jon grabs her hip with one hand while his other pushes between them in order to circle her aching clit.

Daenerys immediately gasps as she relishes in the pleasure he gives her. Jon smiles, loving the way she responds to him.

“Tell me, what selfish reasons do you have for wanting me to see the snowfall?” Dany whispers, her eyes shut as she strains against his fingers while pleasuring herself against his muscled stomach.

Jon plans to answer her, after he makes her come. He watches her breathing as he touches her, paying close attention to which movements she responds to. She is so close, his eyes dark with lust as she moves against him.

“Jon, I want you,” she finally mumbles.

“Me?” Jon asks gruffly, she is thrumming against him as he stimulates her bundle of nerves.

“I want your cock inside of me,” Dany mewls eagerly as Jon’s breath hitches.

The couple lock eyes as Dany places her hands on his shoulders and lifts her ass a few inches above him, while Jon simultaneously grabs his thick length to rubs his tip along her wet cunt. Once aligned they slowly unite, Dany pushing down while Jon arches his hips up to fill her roughly.

Groaning in unison the lovers begin moving together to feel and give pleasure. Jon watches in awe as she gracefully ride his cock. He can answer her now.

“Aside from the joy it will bring me to watch you experience it for the first time, I selfishly can’t wait to see you, surrounded by falling snow,” Jon says quietly as Dany’s watches his face. “You are so beautiful Dany, every part of you so perfect. The falling snow will illuminate your features…I just want to look at you. I know the sight is something I will never forget.”

And with that Dany comes loudly as Jon’s cock throbs inside of her while his words make her feel the most loved she has ever felt.

++o+ Flashback End +o++

“Your Grace,” Tyrion calls out standing in the archway to Winterfell’s large courtyard. Concern in his voice, he finally located Daenerys. He was not expecting to find the young queen standing alone in the open as snow falls heavily around her. She has not moved for the many moments he has been watching her, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

Dany’s eyes snap open as Tyrion’s words interrupted her painful thoughts. She realizes that the snow has almost completely drenched her hair and shoulders. Turning to face her hand, she wipes away the tears that had been streaming down her face as she mourned her lost chance of love.

“The snow, this is the first time I have seen an actual snowfall,” she says with mirth, her voice sounding much stronger than she feels.

“And, was it all you anticipated it would be?” Tyrion asks with a smile.

“No, it wasn’t what I had been expecting. Not even close,” Dany says coldly. Scowling, she walks past Tyrion in route to her private rooms.

++o++

“Wine?” Dany asks sarcastically. Of course Tyrion would like some wine. It is like asking if a dragon would like to fly.

“If you insist, your grace,” Tyrion smiles as he moves to the small bar the Starks had set up in the large room where Daenerys would be staying. “Let me have the honors of pouring for us, you should dry off.”

As Tyrion moves to pour a second glass, Dany motions no. She does not want to drink anything at the moment. Her head is spinning enough as it is.

Grabbing a towel to pat dry her face, hair and shoulders Dany stands next to the burning fireplace in her room. She feels numb now, from the cold of the snow and her emotional state.

Tyrion takes a gulp of his wine, his eyes peering at her sadly over his goblet. No matter how strong his queen acts, he knows she is both dejected and distraught. Not a good combination for any woman to endure. Jon Snow has stomped on her heart, in front of everyone nonetheless.

Tyrion feared something like this would happen, although even he did not predict how catastrophic it would actually be.

The bastard Jon Snow, actually the legitimate son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

For fuck’s sake!

And nephew to the woman whose arms have been wrapped around him for the last few weeks.

He cringes, remembering every damned time Bran Stark proclaimed ‘rightful heir to the iron throne.’ Tyrion was quite impressed his strong willed queen didn’t lunge at his throat.

No. Of course she didn’t. Her first inclination was actual joy, to finally learn that she was not indeed alone in the world. To know that there was another with Targaryen blood coursing through their veins. Someone that could be a part of her. She looked so joyous for a moment, that was until she saw Jon’s face.

“Well, my ingenious hand...congratulations. You were right all along,” Dany says coldly, her voice lined with contempt. Tyrion understanding her ill will is not directed at him. Both know she is referring to Tyrion’s numerous warnings that she should not act on her feelings for Jon Snow, King of the North.

“I am truly sorry, your grace,” Tyrion says quickly, meaning every word. This one time, he deeply regrets his ability to say ‘I told you so.’ Not like this, never like this. The earlier exchange between Jon and Daenerys was painful to observe. Even more so for those that had traveled with them by ship, although the pair didn’t openly flaunt their feelings...it was clear to all how happy and enamored they both were. On many occasions the heated, longing filled looks between them had been enough to make some of the members of their party blush.

“Don’t be sorry, Tyrion. It was my mistake to be made,” Dany scowls as she stares into the burning fire. Her mind wondering if Jon is a dragon, could be possibly remain unburned as well? “Lesson learned,” Dany finishes as a coldness settles over her heart.

Clearing his throat before speaking, Tyrion recalls what he witnessed after stepping out of the small counsel room where Jon Snow remained with the Stark family. Tyrion had forgotten his cloak, before entering to retrieve it he saw the look of great pain on Jon’s face as he was turned away from his siblings. He looked devastated, the way a man looks when his heart has been broken.

“Jon is in pain. I saw it on his face-” Tyrion cautiously says before Dany silences him with a scoff.

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t feel sorry for that man in the least,” the queen hisses quietly, her back straightening.

“Besides, I have decided something important, and I wanted to tell you first,” Dany says with determination. “You may want a second glass of wine.”

Eyebrows raised as Tyrion quickly refills his goblet. He motions for the queen to continue, fearing what she may say when in this state.

“Jon Snow, is a Targaryen. No matter what has happened between me and my nephew in the past, his lineage means a great deal to me. It is fortunate that he has not announced to the north that he bent the knee. As a Targaryen, I want him to be a king,” Dany says calmly until Tyrion spits out his drink.

Coughing violently, “Your Grace! You are just going to hand him-” Tyrion sputters, knowing he will need a lot more wine as he reaches for the large craft.

“Absolutely not. Do you take me for some kind of fool? I will bring down Cersei with my power and the fruits of my efforts. I will be queen because I will fight for it as planned. As so many have told me that they don’t care that my father was Aegon Targaryen…why would it matter that Jon is Rhaegar’s son?” Dany says calmly before continuing. “There is no ‘rightful heir’ to the Iron Throne...I will take it with my strength. Period.”

“I have decided that Jon Snow, or whatever he decides to call himself, will remain King of the North. For the sake of my family name, as a Targaryen I want him to be a king,” Dany says softly, desperately trying to push away her pain.

“So you will give up the north? Are you sure you want to do this?” Tyrion presses, realizing what Daenerys is walking away from.

“Yes, the North can stand alone. Jon will have his life and independence here – which is what he so desperately wants. And our separate kingdoms will be nothing more than neighbors, occasional alliances as needed,” Dany says coldly. “This is my final decision. I would like you to speak with Jon and his counsel. I have no desire to see or speak to King Jon, his family or advisors.”

Tyrion nods in understanding. His queen is fierce and strong, but he knows she is heartbroken under her calm façade.

“I will handle it all your grace, I think you have made a very generous and fair decision,” Tyrion finishes.

“Please leave me, I would like to rest before dinner. There are some things I would like to speak to Missandei and Jorah about at dinner, please make sure my chair is between them,” Dany says as she stares back into the fire, effectively dismissing her hand.

Hearing the door close behind Tyrion, Dany’s shoulders slump. She is finally alone and somewhere truly private. She sits quietly in front of the fireplace, finally able to let go. She buries her face in her hands and releases the sobs that can no longer be kept at bay. Grabbing a pillow from the couch Dany lays her head down on the floor. Her tears flowing bitterly.

Jon, how could he push her aside so easily? As though she was nothing to him.

Because you now disgust him. You probably have made him despise himself because of what we were, what we have done.

Incest is not something the people of the North understand or accept. And Jon Snow is a Northerner.

Dany knows she pushed him, she didn’t give him the time or the opportunity to think, or to understand the meaning.

In her heart, she already knew she loved him and she wanted to believe that when pressured, he would choose their love. She wanted him to choose her.

But Jon didn’t want her, not after knowing.

“You are my aunt, I don’t want to be with you in that way. What we had is now over,” he had said to her in front of everyone.

Allowing her tears to flow, she accepts his words.

She finally allows the darkest thoughts to enter her mind. She accepts his rejection is for the best. She is damaged, she would never be able to give him sons and daughters he deserves.

This is for the best, it kills her, but deep down the duty to her family helps her to accept it.

Jon will be King of the North, and one day he will choose a queen. A queen that will give him many Targaryen children.

Her family has not ended after all.

Just her foolish dreams of love.

++o++ ++o++

Jon walks through the halls of Winterfell, Ghost loyally at his side. The direwolf sensing the pain Jon feels. The discussion with his family, Davos and Sam was difficult for him. He mainly listened, his emotional sisters having quite a few choice words to say to Bran for his insensitivity.

In the end, Jon demanded that no one discuss this revelation. He will always see himself as Ned’s son, as a Stark.

“You are still a Stark, Jon! Lyanna is your mother, she was a Stark through and through!” Arya had reminded him.

When Sansa brought up Daenerys and his relationship, Jon exploded. He shouted for all of them to mind their own business. The rage in his voice was strong, his emotions unhinged. The pain he felt over losing her, was unbearable. How could any of them ever understand? How does something like this even happen?

Seven hells, he didn’t even know her a few months ago. Why couldn’t Bran have seen this before? Jon could have met the beautiful young queen under different circumstances, and met her as what she is meant to be in his life – his family. Daenerys Targaryen is an extraordinary woman. Family means everything to her, she would have welcomed him right away.

But then I wouldn’t know what it is really like to love her.

Stop! Just fucking stop. It is over. I know it, she knows it. And everyone that was in that damned room knows it.

Jon needs to speak with her, privately this time. He needs to apologize for speaking to her that way, he never should have had that conversation in front of people. Gods, he was so blunt.

Yeah, she pushed him for a response…but that is no excuse for him to have acted that way. He was cruel, and he hates himself for it.

As Jon takes his seat for dinner he glances at the empty seat next to him, per etiquette the seat at his right is saved for Queen Daenerys. The Northerners are anxious to see the dragon queen again. Her armies and two dragons have given his people hope for their battle against the dead.

Jon had searched her out a few times after the small council meeting, but she had never left her room. Her hallway had been carefully guarded with her soldiers, the looks on their faces alone made it clear he was not a welcome guest. Nor did he want to push the issue, he dreaded being told she didn’t want to see him.

“Hello, your grace,” Tyrion says as he sits in Dany’s seat and smiles at Jon pleasantly.

With a neutral expression Jon turns towards Tyrion, “Is she not attending dinner? I need to see her, I need to talk to her.”

“The queen will be sitting with her advisors, she has asked me to handle an important decision that impacts you,” Tyrion explains cautiously. “Thus why I am sitting here.”

Jon watches as Queen Daenerys gracefully enters the dining hall, a lovely smile on her face as she is stopped periodically by Northern lords as she works her way to her seat between Jorah and Missandei.

“What is it you need to discuss?” Jon demands from Tyrion.

“The queen has decided that she will take the Iron Throne, but she will not consider the North as part of her kingdom. You will remain an ally, but independent,” Tyrion explains.

“What does that mean?” Jon hisses under his breath, not wanting to call attention to their conversation.

“You are and will remain King of the North, when the queen takes over the Iron Throne your kingdom will remain independent,” Tyrion explains slowly. “I suggest you call a meeting with your advisors after dinner, I can further explain what this-”

“Will Daenerys be at this meeting?” Jon asks quietly as he begins eating his dinner.

“No, she will not,” Tyrion says before diving into the planning. Jon is not surprised to hear it.

Dinner passes without incident. Both Dany and Jon smile pleasantly throughout the meal, as many Northern lords jest for the dining hall.

As the meal winds down, Dany stands to excuse herself. Missandei stands to walk out with her. Jon slips out in order to catch her in the hallway.

“Your grace, a word please,” Jon says stepping in front of Dany, he needs to speak to her.

Dany nods her head, quietly asking Missandei to wait for her at the end of the hall before she turns her attention back to Jon.

The moment they are alone, Jon reaches out to grab Dany’s hand with his.

Daenerys steps away before coldly asking, “What is it you want to talk about?”

“I want to first apologize, I hate how things ended between us. Daenerys, I am so sorry-” Jon begins until he is cut off.

“Apology accepted. Is there anything else?” Dany says coldly. Her face is blank, she is desperate to get away from him. Not that she wants him to know that.

“Dany, I feel terrible about all of this. You have to know how much you mean to me,” Jon begins painfully.

“It’s not my job to make you feel better about yourself. I am a queen, I do not need your pity, Jon Snow. Unless related to the upcoming battle, I prefer we not speak,” Dany says coldly. “I take it Tyrion explained my decision regarding the North.”

“Aye, he did,” Jon mumbles. “I bent the knee, why are you doing this?”

“I will never forget what I saw, the Night King must be stopped. I am here to help, but I no longer wish to be your queen. You will have your kingdom, and I will have mine. Once this war is over, we will have minimal contact.” Dany says coldly.

Jon frowns, hating the sick feeling he has in the pit of his stomach. This must be what she felt like when he ended things. Her rejection stings.

“Are we done here?” Dany asks him, a frown on her face.

“So that’s it? We are nothing to each other now?” Jon asks. “Is that what you want, to go back to being strangers?”

“I see how easy this is for you, I can see that tossing me aside hasn’t affected you at all. I accept it, but I need more time. Please just give me space,” Dany says as she glides past Jon, not looking back as she joins Missandei at the end of the hall.

Jon watches her walk away, feeling worse than he did before he approached her to apologize.

++o++ Chapter End ++o++

AN: This chapter is a little more angst for you, this all takes place the same day as chapter 2. So all involved are still pretty raw and dealing with their "gut reactions". This is actually half of what I had originally planned to be "Ch 3" - but the chapter got long, so I cut it in half.

Enjoy!