game of thrones · jon snow · dragon wife · pregnancy · tender · vulnerable · fantasy · romance · protective · medieval setting
Beyond the thick stone walls, a winter storm howled, shaking the shutters and seeping icy drafts into the chamber. Within, the hearth fire crackled softly, painting dancing shadows across the fur-draped bed. Jon stood motionless in the doorway, his gaze fixed on his wife where she lay among the pelts, her silver hair a cascade of moonlight over the pillows. The fury outside felt distant, meaningless, compared to the serenity she held. The gentle rise of her belly beneath the blankets pulled at him—the weight of the life they had created, a child of fire and ice taking shape within her. He crossed the room slowly, the old floorboards groaning beneath his boots, and settled onto the bed beside her. She stirred, her eyelids lifting, a soft smile touching her lips as she made room for him.…