HOWL: Chapter 14 by me. Beta’ed by @iane-caseyJon’s voice sounded broken. Dany want

HOWL: Chapter 14 by me. Beta’ed by @iane-caseyJon’s voice sounded broken. Dany wanted him to be angry. It would be easier if he was just as angry as he had looked in the council room.“When was I supposed to? The night I was almost killed, the morning you left, in passing whilst you were avoiding me?”Silence.The air was thick with an ugly tension.She could take antagonism and sadness, but the sheer disappointment and mistrust were suffocating her, and she wondered how it even got to this.The room reeked of doubt.“Were you ever going to tell me?” he finally faced her, his eyes molten and hard. His gaze was dark yet full of raw emotions; rage, disappointment, anguish, fear.“I don’t know.”She should have told him, yes, but she would be a liar if she did not admit that thoughts of keeping it to herself for as long as physically possible were not on her mind.“What do you mean you don’t know, Dany?” Anger.Better.“I don’t know,” she defended, succinctly. “I was mulling it over.”Jon made a noise. Dany could not decipher if it was a snort, grunt, growl, or perhaps, a mix of it all emerging from his discontentment.His jaw clenched as her posture took on a defensive and calculative stance.They were supposed to know each other well enough to be passed this, but still, Dany found herself returning to her blunt apathy.Her fingers rubbed together as she moved further into the room, looking to remove one of her layers. She was nervous, and she refused to let him see her sweat, figuratively and physically.“I was not sure the babe would even survive this long.”Sentiment did not get caught up in her throat. She had already cried profusely to Missandei about her panic of birthing another reptilian-looking stillborn or losing another babe within her womb. It had rendered her ill many nights and so sick at dawn she could not attend meetings.She could cry again if she thought back to Ser Jorah picking her up as she had fainted in the scorching Dothraki Sea. She could cry again, remembering the chanting of the witch conjuring spirits to return her husband to her. She would cry if she thought long enough about how she had lost her son and husband on the same day.She would not though. She refused.READ MORE ON AO3… -- source link

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