#valyrianflame

given the current precarious situation in the scottish highlands, going out alone for a walk was likely not the best way lewis could have spent an afternoon, but he was in desperate need of a bit of solitude and fresh air. in truth, he rather regretted accepting dr. morrison’s offer to travel northward for a visit to aberdeen — the man, as usual, was driving him mad. he’d told himself that as long as he stayed on high alert, a walk to the standing stones was safe enough. he was expecting, therefore, that he might come upon someone at some point, but he had expected to find a soldier, not a disoriented and stumbling woman dressed in the strangest attire he had ever seen in his life. 

( @valyrianflame​ wrote ||: “ i wish i could hate you. ” )

“I’m very happy to know that you don’t.” After everything, it seemed redundant to go from being allies of circumstance to enemies once more. He’d helped fight the dead off, he’d helped her win her throne from Cersei and he had begged her not to kill his sister if she promised to never return and actually mean it or she would be killed on sight if she stepped foot back in Westeros. If she had made such a promise or not he didn’t know and he had chosen not to ask anyone what had become of his former love, alive or not.

It had been a sight to behold, everyone marching into Winterfell. Even more of a sight to see the dragons flying overhead. He was intrigued to say the least, but... well, very wary. Still, he had heard tales of where the beasts were staying, a spot some way away from Winterfell, where they would get peace to come and go as they pleased. He had no intention of approaching them whatsoever, but... he knew these lands. Knew of spots to sneak and hide. He just wanted to watch them some, more than fleeting moments of them flying overhead. 

He had dared to go there that afternoon, a long distance away still but close enough to be able to watch. He barely dared make a sound and only when the creatures flew off did he finally feel able to leave once more. Wandering back to Winter Town at his leisure, Mychael did not expect to meet anyone on the path. Let alone a queen. 

He had always had a habit of attracting trouble, and he was sure there would be questions about where he had been. Shit, he had thought to himself.

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          count was on seven, thus far --- seven sneezes in the past half hour. to be sure, they were adorable sounds... for the queen was small in stature, no matter how grand in everything else. yet tokens of discomfort no less, and Jon wasn’t the least bit surprised. Dany was ever used to the hot climates of Essos, first, and then Dragonstone — even during winter, it could not compare to the true cold and snows and ice of Winterfell. small wonder her body had reacted to such a change so drastically, and that it’d taken so little time for a chill to settle in her lungs. and about the rest... how troublesome it seemed to be for her, to keep her balance around the grounds outside and how many bruises she’d been collecting on that account ever since arriving --- yes, that much he wouldn’t even comment on. 

          with this, it wasn’t to say that the now warden would idly watch as she forced herself to endure through the day whilst so clearly UNWELL; cheeks and nose tinged with a permanent flush, and he’d not failed to notice how she was struggling to breathe --- even her voice was affected, sounding hoarse and nasal among frequent coughing. no, certainly no way he’d allow her to be this careless and worsen her health out of stubbornness. as one of the servants came bringing them another pile of parchments and then exited the solar, therefore, Jon reached over to leave his burned hand on the mother of dragon’s ---his unofficial lover’s--- warmer than usual forehead.