As requested by @soiaf17! Super short, but fluffy.
The ship docked in White Harbor, sliding into its moorings with barely a bump. Immediately a few of the crew members scrambled out to secure it to the dock, but Jon stayed belowdecks, waiting impatiently for Dany to pull on another layer of furs.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “I’ve already seen snow before.”
“Yes, but that was in a life or death situation. It’s not always as bad as all that. In fact, sometimes it can be very beautiful.”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on. We can debate the particulars later.”
She grinned, securing the cloak with a direwolf pin. He could barely see her white dress under all of her furs, looking like she was wreathed in ice. Bride of Fire, Queen of Ice. “All right. Show me the snow.”
“Close your eyes.”
She raised an eyebrow. “And how do I know I won’t walk into a bulkhead or fall off the ship?”
He slipped his hand into hers, getting the same shock of feeling he always got whenever he touched her-even though he wasn’t exactly new to it. “Do you trust me?”
She didn’t answer, but she closed her eyes.
He let her up the stairs carefully, gently-and they both braced themselves when he got the door to the upper decks opened and a wave of cold air hit them. He supposed he should have been used to it by now-after all, he’d only spent a couple of months in the south-but it still chilled him to the bone and he could feel his teeth chatter. “Almost there.”
He maneuvered her into position and finally said “We’re here.”
She blinked her eyes open, looking confused for a moment-and then squinted against the harsh light off the snow. White Harbor was covered in it; the buildings were bent double under the weight of it, drowning out the soft light coming out from the windows of pubs, inns, and closed shops. The streets were deserted and the open fields stretched out for miles into the distance, blanketed in snow. It looked almost quaint, like something out of a painting, and he heard her breath catch in amazement. “It’s…beautiful.”
“That it is. Beautiful but lethal.” Like you.
It had begun to snow again, a light dusting falling down from the sky to tangle in her light hair and land light as air on her eyelashes. It made her entire form sparkle as they stood there, blinking in the dim light. Beautiful but deadly, until the spring comes.
He shook himself out of it. If they weren’t careful, spring would never come. “Come on. I’ve secured us rooms.”
He rolled his eyes. “A room.”
“Lovely.” He took her hand and together they walked down the gangplank, while the snow fell softly around them.
It feels so nice to be able to write fluff again after all of this angst I’ve been writing recently. I love angst as much as the next person, but it wears a bit after a while. I just have like 19 more prompts and then I’ll be caught up! (see this is why my parents think I haven’t done anything all summer…)
Send me prompts, send me headcanons, send me asks-anything to feed my trash obsession!