Not so long ago, you had met a man. Jon. Snow. Originally, he came to DragonStone to talk about alliances. And you didn’t like him at first. And he clearly didn’t like you.

But you two started to get a bit closer. Exchanging smiles, holding his hand unconsciously when you were scared. You saved his life, even. And he was grateful for that.

You two could feel the tension growing days after days. Everyone could sense it. And you knew you were slowly falling in love with him. Maybe a bit too much.

One night, you hear a knock at your door. You were still dressed, and walked to the door to open it. And there was Jon. His eyes. They met yours. And you two understood eachother immediately without saying anything

You swallowed and stepped away so he could come in. His gaze locked with yours, not leaving your face, he slowly walked in, in front of you, and closed the door behind.