#jonanddaenerys

She ran from his soft gaze and sweeter words into the cold embrace of duty. It was a lonely existence, that she knew, but one she was closely acquainted with. He was the unknown, which she was terrified of, in how easily he could splinter the fortified walls of her heart. He called to the woman in her, the part of her she thought so easily lost. Should she indulge in this fancy of hers, all her sense of self would be lost. Be the queen, ignore the woman. Her people were freed, yet she was chained to a cold, barbed throne. Breaker of chains, she mused, but who will break my own?

The mother of dragons & the king in the north.