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Why is there never a sexy brooding man waiting out my place of work?! π€π€ππππ
Anyway can you believe the last two Targaryens were separated into polar continents, exiled, bastardized, nearly assasinated, betrayed, and still they found their way to each other and fell in love without even knowing
Omg!!! Fetus Jon! Fetus Kit! Fetus everything! π π π π π Iβm crying. He is so hot, sexy and cute ALL at the same time I canβt contain myself!
A/N: Merry Christmas and happy holidays to my beautiful Jonerys fam!! And, a super special holiday greeting to the wonderful @akurotori, for IT IS I, YOUR SECRET SANTA!Β
I wrote you a fic based on your AU of the Targaryens (as well as Lyanna) surviving and Dany being betrothed to Aegon but in love with Jon. Sorry that itβs kind of angsty, but hopefully itβs enjoyable otherwise! Also, sorry that itβs over 3,000 words. I went on a tangent. I wrote it in the form of trading off between flashbacks and present-time, and also Jon is still Jon because two Aegons is too damned confused. lol. I hope that you enjoy your gift and that everyone enjoys their holiday!!Β
HO HO HO! MERRY JONERYSMAS!!
It was just hidden enough away that perhaps no one would find her. She couldnβt take any more congratulatory words and empty smiles. Her brother, the king, had briefly scolded her for having such a solemn face after publicly announcing her engagement to his eldest son, Aegon. It had only further upset her. He hadnβt scolded Aegon who, sweet as he was, couldnβt be bothered to feign excitement either.
Nor had Rhaegar scolded his younger son, Jonβs, sullen expression.
She reached the far end of the garden where there was a small, grassy area with a swing and a stone bench. It was her place on the palace grounds which had been her refuge since childhood. The floral trees nearly covered the entire view of the sky, adding more of the privacy Dany desired. It has been planned since my birth, Dany reminded herself as she sat on the swing. I am to marry Aegon. I am to be queen. But, no matter how many times she told herself, her feelings didnβt change. As if queued, she heard footsteps approaching and she already knew who they belonged to.
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