Date/Time: 2013-11-07 01:30 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] ungentle
ungentle: (let's take a chance now)
She'd been fortunate enough to escape most of it, but not all; she'd catch stray whispers or -- well, unseemly glances from them, she'd even been approached once or twice (small miracle that there was always a distraction of some sort). She wasn't so naive as to not know what a prize she'd be to a bragging, conquering man; it was one of the reasons she felt such a sense of dread about the prospect of King's Landing, where she could only imagine she'd be less-respected and more-coveted.

All the more reason to enjoy this little whatever-it-was with Jon now, to have something to hold onto, to have a bit of agency over this part of her. She didn't quite know how to say it so directly, but perhaps she'd find the words in time. Perhaps not, and it would just be something they shared now and could remember later.

His thoughtful face may have earned him teases in the past, but really, Daenerys thought it charming, and his suggestion seemed sound. "All right," she agreed. It was a good thing he liked her laugh, though, because she couldn't help but start again at her own bluntness. "I mean, all right, that sounds -- well, perhaps not to everyone's standards, but I think it'll suit our purposes quite nicely."
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