"Take your damp dress off." He spoke softly.
Her mind went blank by his proximity and distinct scent that appealed to her deeply. His hand gently felt her fingers loosen under his touch as he clutched the silencer pistol away and stashed it in his topcoat. Not for him at least but for your father's legacy." Jon inched closer and Dany stood unmoving and speechless. "You can kill him now." Daenerys backed up, taking caution on his sudden movement. "But I am no one and if you do something that displeases me, maybe we can plan your brother's proper funeral after." He put his glass of scotch on the table and stood up from his seat broodingly handsome. "No." She stepped closer feeling her knees weak and he opened his eyes - a gut aversion to oblivion. It's simply because you are mine now." He closed his lids completely relaxed and unthreatened by her presence. "It's not limited to a matter of want, love. "Why? What do you want from me?" Dany attempted to get an answer from him this time. "But I'm taking you home to the Land of Always Winter." He glanced back at Dany as he continued to answer her queries. "Due to our unanticipated stop, we're in the Frozen Shore." His left hand moved in the air as he pertained to her who caused the delay and right hand holding his glass of scotch. Sitting back, he stared at the blank white ceiling while his legs propped on the coffee table. "Where are we? And where are you taking me?"
Her confident but now belittled stance almost lost its coordination when the engine started again. "Trust me, if I desire to kill you now, it wouldn't be through poison." Her fierceness did not fit her angelic and enchanting face. The way she looked just then was adorable to Jon. "So you can poison me?" She returned by glowering at him and it humored Jon Snow. "May I offer you a drink first?" He comfortably sat on the white leather couch with his ankle on his knee and warm dark eyes focused only on her.
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