A/N: I'm going to be away for work this week, so I'll be slowly working on chapter seven, when I find time available and will most likely update sometime after this coming Sunday! Thank you for being so patient with each update! So, I added a bit of Tyrion in this chapter and I tried to do my best take on his character I could, he's still quite new to me to write about his character, so I hope I did him some justice.
Chapter 6: Moon as Our Witness
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The great doors parted before Arya and Dany and they began their way inside. Every hall was swarmed with conversation and laughter. Circular shafts of iron in the high ceiling held rows of flickering candles, lighting up the room with a welcomed dim glow. Torches marked the hall paths towards the banquet hall, but the room was so vast that Dany began to feel eyes were watching her from the darkness, looking up, it was then she saw her, the queen, immersed in golden attention, eyeing her. Maybe it was only the anticipation of the night that teased her nerves into knots, but the faint voice that told her she should not have come was plenty unsettling. Still, she was determined not to let Arya see that she was second guessing herself. The young Stark's excitement was contagious.
Tugging her by the hand, Arya guided her to two empty seats among the many rows of tables. "Come sit with me, Dany." Daenerys could only smile as the young girl patted the empty spot beside her. "I'm famished!"
Dany pressed a hand against her hair in tender affection, "You have been running around quite a bit." She teased as Arya stuck her tongue out playfully, as the young Targaryen laughed. Time passed, soon Robert's drunken mirth filled the room as he ogled and mingled among the maids. She looked around the room, there was no sign of him; the one person she wished so dearly to see. "Where's Jon?"
Arya shrugged casually, "I haven't seen him." Her voice was low, Dany looked at her, eyes widening in shock as the young Stark flung a piece of porridge, Sansa's shriek echoed through their table as Theon and Robb burst into laughter.
"Arya!" Sansa hissed angrily, glaring angrily at the young girl. Everything seemed to happen quickly as Robb shuffled by, scooping up his young sister and escorting her towards the hall, Dany had seen Lady Stark's horrified gaze at her daughter's actions.
It was then she felt a hand press gingerly against her shoulder, and she looked up in surprise, there stood Eddard, offering her a small smile. "May we speak in private?" He managed to whisper among the hollering voices. Dany only nodded as she stood and followed him into the hall and to a quiet room.
"Is everything alright?" Dany ventured carefully.
Eddard sighed, "It depends on how you look at it. In a few days, I will be leaving to King's Landing, King Robert has requested for me to be the Hand of the King." He watched as her brows drew together, he could see her mind working through her eyes, swirling through his words, slowly he continued. "I will be taking Arya and Sansa with me, King Robert has requested your presence as well, Daenerys."
Her blue eyes immediately widened, her voice hovering on a whisper, "Is this because I'm a Targaryen."
"I wish I could say otherwise," Eddard spoke sympathetically. "When your brother kidnapped my sister, Lyanna, Robert has never forgiven your family for that. But, you will be under my protection. He is unwilling to allow you out of his sight now that he knows of your existence here in Westeros."
"I understand," Daenerys murmured, she gave a small nod and smiled. "You've already done so much for me, allowed me into your home, offered me your protection, you've given me more then I deserve. I am forever grateful for your kindness, Lord Stark."
Eddard could only smile sadly, patting her shoulder, "You have a good heart, Daenerys Stormborn. I hope it will not suffer more than it already has." Dany looked at him, startled by his words, as he nodded and turned to leave. She stood inertly in the silent hall, hands clasped together at her waist, staring into the darkness as it consumed Eddard's figure. Her lips twisted into a small frown, pale with uncertainty.
"Such touching words," A new voice spoke from behind her. "Eddard Stark has a way with words, don't you think so?"
Turning sharply, she saw a dwarf man guzzling down wine. Her blue eyes narrowed accusingly, "It's not polite to pry on another's discussions."
He chuckled, "My dear lady is it prying if I so happened to stumble upon this exact hall as you were speaking with Lord Stark? I am nothing but an innocent man in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Dany looked at him unsure, his words rung true with honesty, yet there was artificial humor in his eyes. Her voice softened suspiciously, she couldn't bring herself to trust this man, and she questioned, "Who are you?"
"I am Tyrion, son of Tywin of Clan Lannister." He gave a mocking bow, her blue eyes widened for a moment.
"I'm sorry," Dany quickly apologized. "I didn't know you were the queen's brother."
Tyrion chuckled, gulping down another swig of wine, "There's no need to apologize. Not many would choose to regard a dwarf as the queen's brother if given their own choice; many choose endearingly to refer to me as 'the imp' or 'the halfman'."
Compassion lingered in the young Targaryen's gaze, as she joked kindly, "I wouldn't say you are a dwarf, merely space efficient."
The dwarf laughed, "You are a clever girl, offering someone such as me such humility. In return I will offer you a bit of advice. I couldn't help but overhearing your predicament, I can only assume there is someone very dear to you here, and you are overwhelmed with sadness to be leaving them behind. Am I correct in this assumption?" Her lips parted, but no words came, her expression was withstanding of revealing little emotion. Tyrion simply nodded, "I'll take that as a yes. I advise you make the most of your time with them, once you reach King's Landing, there is no telling of what misfortunate that could overcome one in the absence of their loved ones." The eeriness of his words struck a chord within her heart. "Now if you'll excuse me, my belly is informing me of its ravenous hunger. I bid you goodnight my sweet girl." Dany watched him disappear down the hall, an unsettling feeling overcoming her. She turned hurrying out the doors. There was a single thought in her mind, a single image burning with vigorous light in her head. As she emerged in the courtyard, she could make out Jon swinging his sword against a sac tied to a post, as she went to approach him, a horse galloped in.
"Is he dead yet?" An amused voice called out to Jon.
Jon immediately dropped the sword, a smile gracing his handsome face, "Uncle Benjen." He greeted as the two embrace, the love between them was clear a bluebird day.
"You've gotten bigger," He chuckled warmly. "I rode all day; I didn't want to leave you with the Lannisters'. Why aren't you at the feast?"
Jon's smile faded, a grimness entering his expression, his voice was low, she had to strain to hear, "Lady Stark thought it might insult the royal family to see the bastard in their midst."
"Well, you're always welcomed on The Wall; no bastard was ever refused to be seen there."
"So take me with you when you go back." Jon countered resiliently.
"Jon," Benjen murmured unsurely.
"Father will let me if you ask him, I know he will." She could vaguely hear his uncle's reply as Jon answered. "I'm ready to swear your oath." Daenerys heard Benjen explain to his nephew the difficulties of life on The Wall. Jon's next words struck her deeply and painfully. "I don't care about that."
"You might, if you knew what it meant." Benjen had caught sight of the golden-haired beauty; he glanced at Jon with a gentle smile. "I better get inside and rescue your father from his guests. We'll talk later." He assured him, he knew what his nephew wished to speak of. As he patted him on the shoulder, he made his way to the gates, pausing to offer the Targaryen princess a smile as he swept past her.
Suddenly feeling the Targaryen fire spark to life in her, she stormed towards him. "Were you ever going to tell me?" She spoke quietly, coldly. Jon turned in surprise to look at the furious glare in her blue eyes.
"Dany," He murmured her name so gently, the dim glow of fire in her eyes had long since faded to sadness and the sound of her dress brushing against the earth were like faint whispers.
"Why?" She whispered almost helplessly, it instantly broke his heart. "Do I mean nothing to you?" The moonlight swept into the room in the most precarious of ways. The shadows across their faces, across courtyard, left an ominous and depressing weight atop of their skins. All was silent but for the wind that slipped past them.
Jon's gaze darkened, "It doesn't matter what I feel for you, Dany. I'm nothing but Eddard Stark's bastard son, what could I possibly have to offer you?" He turned away, picking up his discarded sword; he began to leave the courtyard. "Besides, Robb, he has feelings for you as well. He has more to offer you, a true home; a real name to pass onto your children."
Her eyes blazed, and with every ounce of strength she could muster she grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing him to face her. "Is that what it's about? Robb's feelings for me? I don't care about a castle, a highborn name, none of it!"
Jon slowly withdrew her hand from his shoulder, his gaze solemn and unwavering of feeling. His eyes were hard, lips pressed into a thin line, body stiffened, and hands clenched at his side. She couldn't feel the pain right away, but she knew that soon it would come with his next few words, the boundless, burning, wretched pain. "I know that it's hard to understand now, but one day you will want that. And you'll regret your decision of choosing me." At first he could only stare at the damage he'd done to her, the light in her eyes dimmed as he turned away for a second time and disappeared into the darkness, unable to control his own overwhelming emotions as he returned to his room hastily.
Her breath began to hitch in her throat, a lump rose and it became difficult to swallow as she hurried to his room, pushing past the half-closed door, it slammed closed behind her from her forceful shove. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, eyes liquid-like while teardrops clung to her eyelashes and trickled down her face, reflecting the transcendent light from the torches illuminating the doorway. "No, you don't get to make that decision for me. If you choose to walk away now, it's for you, because I know what I want. It's always been you, Jon." Jon stood frozen, his hands tightening at his sides, he turned slowly to face her, and the confliction of feelings in his gaze tormented her heart. She closed the distance between them, reaching out a hand to press against his cheek. "No one else will ever replace my feelings for you."
"Dany," His voice was raspy and low, both their breathing uneven. There was an indescribable softness, a radiating warmth to his words.
Dany pressed her fingers against his lips, her voice just wavering on a whisper as she hushed him sweetly, "Don't speak."
She leaned up slowly, their lips barely touching, just the subtlest of grazes of hesitation. Daenerys could feel his warm breath brushing against her cheek and neck. Slowly her mouth had hotly descended upon his. She gasped in sensuality; he wasted no time to brush his tongue against the flesh of her lips and slide it past her them. The carnal warmth and gentleness of his lips moving of her soft ones left her breathless. Her eyes half-lidded fluttered shut, her fingers skimmed up the length of his arms to interlace into the curls of his hair, while her other arm wrapped around his neck, urging him closer. His strong arm locked around her waist, his hand gliding up to cup her cheek, each part of her chilled skin his fingers touched flared with a seething heat. A new sensation stirred, awakening in her. The single kiss was both, chaste and sinful, sweet and powerful, inexperienced and domineering, all at once. The contrast ignited a greater fire inside her. Her delicate body instinctively arched to mold to his hard one. The feeling was almost foreign, one she hadn't felt before, a feeling of completion.
Jon stepped back on shaky legs until they hit the edge of the bed, he knees buckling beneath him as he sat on the bed, kiss unbroken, and Dany was straddling his lap. All sense evaporated, giving in to instinct as he explored every curve of the hot cavern of her mouth. His warm fingers brushed against the milky skin of her thigh, creating a trail of fire in their wake.
Breathlessly, both drew apart. Their chests rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. "I'm sorry, I never meant for it to go that far." The guilt-ridden look on his face, his brown eyes narrowed, almost in self anger.
"Do you regret it?" Dany whispered, her blue gaze brimming with unspoken emotion.
Jon looked at her incredulously, "Of course not."
Leaning forward and pressing her forehead against his, she pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, "Then there is nothing to apologize for, now is there?" The once lively spark in her eyes began to fade, giving way to an uneasy seriousness. "Jon, when the king will return to King's Landing, I must accompany your father and sisters."
"What?" Jon whispered, eyes widening with disbelief.
Shaking her head, Dany looked at him sadly, "Your father told me, King Robert wants me kept under watch now that he has found me here in Westeros."
"Is this some bloody joke?" Jon disregarded her words, overcome by his own anger.
Pressing a hand against his cheek, Dany tried to forge a smile, "He's within his right, and I can understand his mistrust of me. The wounds of our families' histories continue to run deeply."
"Dany," Jon murmured, as she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
"I know no one must find out about us yet," Daenerys whispered, pressing her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as if it were her own personal lullaby. She closed her eyes, committing it to memory, "So until I can return to you, I'll keep this memory embedded in my heart to help me through those nights without you."
The tiniest traces of a smile managed to grace the dark-eyed man's eyes, "There is another who will know of us." He glanced out the window for a moment, the clearest of nights he'd seen in many months. His voice was tender to her ears, "The moon will be our witness."
Smiling at his words, Dany asked, "Can I stay here tonight?"
"Dany," There was hesitation in his voice.
"Everyone will be tired from the celebration to notice," The young Targaryen assured with a sweet smile. "You shouldn't worry so much," She teased with a laugh.
Jon rolled his eyes, a mischievous gleam entering his eyes as he turned them over onto the bed as Dany gasped in surprise, and soon she was pinned beneath him, his body hovering over her. "One of us needs to." Jon countered playfully as withdrew himself, moving to lay down beside her, Dany turned onto her side to look at him; all traces of humor began to disperse from her gaze, as she looked at him solemnly.
"Will you be here when I return?" She asked gently, the worry flickering in her eyes.
"I will," Jon assured her, reaching out a hand to tuck a loose strand of silvery hair behind her hair.
The quietness of the early morning was broken, when a shrill cry ricocheted in the courtyard, "Bran!" The heartbreaking, mournful wail was enough to awaken both Jon and Dany in bed, exchanging quick glances of concern, both rushed out of bed and down the halls reaching the courtyard. The sight before them left both speechless.
Bran's mangled body lay beside Lady Stark, she leaned over her son's lifeless body with pale, wide eyes, lips agape in a grief-stricken cry. Sansa stood by her handmaiden, her body trembling. Jon immediately rushed to his brother's side. Eddard, Robb, and the guard came rushing out in a swarm, watching in stunned silence as the healers hurried to the young Stark's side.
"What's going on?" A confused voice asked from behind the Targaryen heir, she turned to see Arya and Rickon looking on in worry, unable to see past the mass of people.
As Arya and Rickon pushed passed the few bodies in front of them to her side, Dany turned away from the scene, eyes brimming with unshed tears as she gathered Arya and Rickon to her, holding them close to her body, "Don't look." She whispered with forced, aching calmness.
Dany walked aimlessly through the halls towards Jon's room, her heart grief-stricken, her face pale; she swiped a hand against her cheek when stray tears spilled. As she passed Sansa's room, she heard the softness of weeping. She glanced through the half-closed door, her heart breaking to see the older Stark girl lying on her bed, her small body shaking with each muffled sob.
"Sansa," Dany called to her gently, the red-haired girl lifted her tear-stricken faced.
"Is he going to die?" She demanded through her tears.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Dany sat down beside her, running a hand through her rosy locks. "I don't know." She answered her gaze full of remorse.
"I-I can't stop crying!" Sansa wept angrily, brushing away furiously at her tears in all her exhaustion. "Why can't I stop crying?"
Dany took her hand, drawing Sansa to rest her head on her lap, she stroked her hair soothingly. "It's alright to cry, Sansa." She assured the hysterical girl. "Try and get some sleep."
"I'm too scared to sleep, what if something happens to Bran!"
Dany whispered comfortingly, "I'll stay with you until you awaken, I promise." Too tired to fight her consciousness, the young Stark eventually succumbed to her weariness, her hand clutching a bunched up fold of Daenerys's dress, as if she feared the loss of her if she let go. The young Targaryen sat in the sudden silence, watching sympathetically as Sansa slept, and gingerly brushing her hair from her face. "It's going to be alright."
She wished so desperately for her words to be true.
End of Chapter!
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A/N: So I decided to hold off on the 'lemon' until later on, so I decided to just offer a little tease. I didn't use the words, "I love you" I don't feel their feelings for each other are strong enough for it to be said with meaning. When I had thought of writing this story originally, I had planned for a somewhat rated M moment in this scene, but I agree with my fellow readers, it seemed too early after reading what I had written. Also, for those messaging me, asking for a scene between Dany and Sansa, I hope this was to your liking! Also, I hope you don't feel the kiss was a bit too much, because it's all the tension from being together for literally 6 weeks, and having these building feelings and not being able to act upon them until they were taken to the extreme with Dany finding out about Jon's intentions to join the Night's Watch. So, I hope it was well worth the wait and expressed more feeling then just action in the kiss. A MAJOR thank you to all those who reviewed and offered their honest feedback, I can't tell you enough how much I appreciate this!