Jonerys appreciation weekday 01: favorite episode // my king, my queen // fluff*click for higher res

Jonerys appreciation week

day 01: favorite episode//my king, my queen//fluff

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Jon heard his soldiers as they passed the courtyard. They spoke quietly, but of enough volume for Jon to hear every word.

,,She truly looks like the Queen of the North”

Those were words of admiration, that he rarely heard from people of the North regarding his wife; their newly crowned Queen. So Jon smiled to himself and greeted the soldiers with a polite nod. They tensed at that, but greeted him with ,,My King” before standing back straight and not daring to say any word more. Jon almost chuckled at that; it was almost disturbing how people reacted to him now.

His attention was brought back to his wife. She was standing beside him in the middle of Winterfell’s courtyard, watching as people buzzed in it. The blacksmiths worked their forges, mostly working on dragon glass and armor. The cooks and bakers stocked the grains and the maids appeared to be taking out the furs for cleaning. Knowing her, she was already making note of everything before her, making sure she knew as much as she could of those that were now her people.

And as Jon watched her he couldn’t help but realize that the soldiers had spoken truly; his wife might have been a southerner, but right then and there she looked like North came alive.

Dany was clad in white. Her fur coat hung tightly around her curves, its bright color would be melting with the snow around them if not for the straps of dark brown in the material. Her hair was braided out of her face, flowing in silver curls down her back. Her skin was pale as always but in the northern cold her cheeks, ears and nose were drowned in a deep blush. She truly looked wonderful, and not for the first time since meeting her Jon wondered if he would ever behold a sight lovelier than her.

She turned around as if sensing his gaze on her. Her violet eyes met his and she smiled at him. For a moment Jon had forgotten himself; looking at her, not truly believing she was his. Dany furred her brows in question, the twinkle not leaving her eyes.

“Something the matter, dear?”

She asked, her voice holding a tint of amusement.

Jon knew he probably looked like a fool, staring at his own wife as if she was a blinding sun. He came to her in a single stride, bringing his cloak around her shoulders, pressing her smaller frame to his chest. Jon then leaned in, only to give her cheek a slightest of kisses. Dany giggled.

“Your nose is cold!”

She hissed under her breath, amusement in her voice growing rapidly. He nuzzled his nose onto her cheek at that. Her giggle grew and she tried to wiggle her way out of his hold, but he only pressed her harder into his embrace. He learned that the sound of her laughter was his favourite. He wanted to hear it as often as he could.

“I love you, my Queen.”

He whispered between the kisses, close to her ear. He kept his voice low; like he knew made her breath catch in her throat. She stopped wiggling at that. Instead, she turned to face him. Their gazes met. He was still amazed by the vibrant violet of her eyes, no matter how many times he had gazed into them. Daenerys smiled.

“And I love you, my King.”