Jon gave Daenerys a conspiratorial smile and leaned in just a little closer, something he was finding himself growing more and more inclined to do that day. "Come on, now. You and me, we wouldn't know an easy life if it bit us on the arse." Oh, there were worse ways for a bastard and a deposed princess to grow up, but neither were they pampered and fawned over.
There was a moment then, when it seemed that Daenerys had caught exactly the second meaning in his words that he'd not intended to put into them. The idea did not dismay him. In fact, it had the opposite effect, and that just made him more melancholy about leaving.
"No, it's quite pleasant in the South," he said quietly. "No more fur cloaks and rough wools. It'll be silks for you. Proper, beautiful gowns to suit you. Proper finery. Proper, fancy men, too..." Jon's voice trailed off.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninetydegrees![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
There was a moment then, when it seemed that Daenerys had caught exactly the second meaning in his words that he'd not intended to put into them. The idea did not dismay him. In fact, it had the opposite effect, and that just made him more melancholy about leaving.
"No, it's quite pleasant in the South," he said quietly. "No more fur cloaks and rough wools. It'll be silks for you. Proper, beautiful gowns to suit you. Proper finery. Proper, fancy men, too..." Jon's voice trailed off.