Daenerys I

The road from White Harbor to Winterfell was a long one. The snow was already thick on the ground and the amount of snowfall made it nearly impossible to see the land ahead of them. The conditions they were traveling under made it difficult for them to cover a great distance each day and of course had drawn the journey longer than any of them expected. Daenerys knew that Jon grew a restless with the knowledge of the impending threat, but she on the other hand had a sliver of selfishness at the thought of their arrival at Winterfell taking a bit longer.

She understood too well what was looming over them, but knowing the moment they arrived at Winterfell everything would change ached her heart. Daenerys wanted so fiercely to defeat the Night King, but she wanted just as fiercely to be wrapped up in the arms she had fell in love with. The thought of not being able to do that threatened to tear her in two as they spent every night together since departing Dragonstone. She couldn't fathom being apart from him for any length of time because he awoken something in her that she had never felt with Drogo or Daario, she felt complete.

The winds were too harsh to continue so they stopped to make camp for the night. They wanted to make sure everyone was well rested as they had to push themselves harder on the morrow. At the suggestion of her hand they decided to go over yet again the plans for informing the northern lords of their King's featly to the Dragon Queen. The council, comprised of the Queen, the King, their respective hands Tyrion and Ser Davos, Missandei, Greyworm, Varys and Ser Jorah, had the same conversation they had been having for weeks now. Tyrion suspected that word may have reached northerns already and feared they should plan for the eventuality of an outrage; however, everyone agreed that no amount of planning would soothe their hurt pride and they should deal with it once the time came.

Daenerys wasn't feeling up to having this discussion any further as her stomach had been uneasy for some time now. She dismissed them for the evening when her eyes made contact with Jon. Whilst among their companions they tried to avoid prolonged eye contact whenever possible to avoid unnecessary suspicions over the nature of their alliance.

She faltered a bit still surprised at the power his gaze still had over her. They each took a small step towards one another when she heard a small cough. She turned to see her hand standing by the entrance of the tent enveloped in his thoughts.

"Your Grace, may I have moment of your time before you retire for the evening" Tyrion asked.

She searched his features for any resemblances of his concerns before returning a simple "certainly."

Daenerys watched as Tyrion waited for Jon to close the curtain of the tent before he turned to face her once more. She watched as he appeared to have an internal argument with himself over how to approach the topic that was clearly putting the man on edge.

"Tyrion", she said harshly. "What is it that you wish to speak about?" her tone softened at the look of shock on his face.

"I. Do not wish to upset you, Your Grace." He stated slowly before continuing. ". It's just that there has been something on my mind for quite some time now and I fear it may be delicate subject." Tyrion stopped and gazed at her for a few moments.

Daenerys pinched the bridge of her nose, obviously growing tired of her hand and his constant need to dance around what he wants to say instead of getting straight to the point. She waived her free hand motioning for him to continue with his thoughts.

"A few of us have noticed the fondness shared between you and the King in the North", he started. Not giving her time to react he continued, "I think that it is amazing that you share this bond because it will be beneficial in the long run, but I fear that the northern lords may not be as receptive."

"There is nothing-" The queen started, but was quickly cut off.

"Your Grace, there is no need to deny it. I witnessed him entering your chambers that first night on the boat. I am not here to pass judgment, only concern because I've noticed the way the two of you gravitate towards one another. On more than one occasion it has appeared as if you two are connected by a string. I'm not even sure either of you are conscious that you seem to move this way."

"We are allies in this war and it is natural for us to stand together on occasions, but I won't do you the disservice of denying there is a connection between him and me. Of course it was not our intention to complicate the delicate nature of this alliance. It's just that-"

"You fell in love" Tyrion finished her thought for her. He was very astute and had become a close friend as well as advisor during their time together. Daenerys should have expected he would have picked up on the change between her and Jon no matter how well they thought they were hiding it.

"I cannot speak for his feelings, but I do love him. I don't think anyone has ever loved someone as much as I love him. I accepted that I would never find a love like that, but here he is and I have you to thank for that my lord hand. It was you that convinced that stubborn northern king to come to Dragonstone. So thank you."

Daenerys saw the look on her hand's face and thought it was best to bid him farewell for the evening. As she walked out of the tent towards her own she heard Tyrion say lowly "don't worry, he is definitely in love with you too."

She shook her head to erase the smile that had developed across her face and headed towards the man she knew would be waiting to embrace her as they had so many nights before. Deep down she knew Jon didn't have to speak the words to her for his actions had been enough.