Good First Impression
Just a little drabble inspired by Dany’s new updo, and the thought of Jon trying to explain Northern hairstyles to her so she can impress her new family.
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“Are we very far now, do you think?”
Her sleep-roughened voice was muffled, her face obscured by the layers of fur blankets she’d piled on top of them in the middle of the night. Still, she shivered against him, goose flesh rising on her legs entwined with his. Jon couldn’t help his amused smile. I am the blood of the dragon, she’d assured him when he’d warned her about the merciless cold as they’d set out for Winterfell.
But, as it turned out, not even dragon’s blood could withstand the long, brutal nights of true winter.
Under the covers, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, drawing her into his chest as if he could warm her with his body. It worked well enough, they’d soon discovered in their march from White Harbor to Winterfell. After the second day on the road, Ser Davos had finally wised up and stopped ordering the assembly of Jon’s tent when they’d stop to rest at night. He never slept in it, anyway.
“Not too much farther,” Jon assured her. Beyond the canvas walls of the queen’s tent, he could hear the soft nickers of the horses, the muted mutters of the Dothraki crowded around camp fires. Probably complaining about the inhospitable terrain and climate of the North. The Unsullied guards standing sentinel outside the queen’s tent were silent as ever.
Daenerys lifted her head then, emerging from the fur to peer at him. In the low light of the nearby brazier, her eyes shone a deep violet, her normally moonlight-limned hair a honeygold now. “What’s ‘too much farther’?” she prompted. “A day? Two?”
Jon chuckled. “Why so eager to reach Winterfell? Is my company that unbearable?”
She rolled her eyes, though her mouth twitched with the ghost of an affectionate smile. “It’s not about you, Jon. I didn’t realize your ego was so big.” He opened his mouth, but her hand closed over it, her eyes narrowing in warning. “Don’t say it.” He smiled against her palm, and she pulled her hand away, sitting up on the makeshift bed. Unfortunately, she took the furs with her, bundling them around her shoulders.
“I ask because I need to plan my arrival.”
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