She didn't mean to fall in love with you. Oh, she truly didn't mean to. She just wanted to comfort you, your husband was a bastard after all.

You didn't mean to fall in love with her either. But he was a sick man and Daenerys was beautiful and kind. She treated you better than anyone had before, and it was oh so grand.

The two of you met after her husband joined her in the war, and stood by her side. You didn't quite care about the war, it seemed too big for you to even comprehend. You seemed to care more about her beautiful eyes and her striking hair than your husband risking his life.

The two of you quickly became close after that; practically inseparable. Whether it was laying in the clover fields or staring at the crescent moon, you two were together.

It was one of those nights where the two of you were watching the stars in silence. You could feel her gaze upon you, and you turned to look at her. Her freezing hand gripped yours and you sighed. You knew it was coming. The long, dreaded conversation.

"I love you. I know you know that. And I know you have your husband, but.. gods. You take up my dreamland, it's like you're ivy covering up my home. Please. We.. We can run. We can run and never look back."

As much as you desperately wanted to, this was still a time of war. And it would only get worse if anyone knew that two women were together, and even worse if your husband found out. This felt like a goddamn blaze in the dark, and yet– you started it.

"Please." She mutters, putting her forehead on yours. "It's like I'm covered in you, I can't get you out of my head.."