"Are you much like your twin brother?" Daenerys asked as you sat hand in hand overlooking the crashing waves from atop the cliff.

"Some say yes, some say no. All I know is that my brother was a fine brother and an even finer man." She turned to look at you and when you looked back you saw a deep sadness fill her eyes and her fingers wrapped tighter around your hand.

"Was?" She asked, you nodded in silence, but it was enough to answer her question. "I'm sorry y/n, death is a part of life, a necessary evil, but... that never makes it any easier." She brought her free hand up and caressed your face, her warm hands melded with the warm sea air as she ran her tender fingers down your cheek.

"It's fine, it was hard to come to terms with, but Starks are built strong, we have seen it before, and we will see it again." She dropped her hand but brought her lips up and landed them upon your cheek. "Enough sad talk anyway, this is supposed to be a joyous occasion, is it not?" You rose from the sandy soil and brushed the debris from your cloth before helping hoist Daenerys from the ground. "We are supposed to be celebrating so... let us celebrate." Again, she took your hand and snugly encapsulated hers inside as she led you away from the cliffs edge and towards the path that led down to the golden beach below. As a Stark who had not ventured far from Winterfell this whole land seemed foreign, the shell speckled beach, the harsh sun, and since your arrival your visible confusion had brought laughter and joy to Daenerys.

"Stop smirking!" You shouted down to Daenerys, who at the sight of you being confused by stepping on something foreign in the sand, had a smile on her face from ear to ear. She coaxed you over and into the safety of her arms. "How long have we been out here?" You asked, turning her around and wrapping your arms around here so that you could watch the ombre sunset embraced in each other.

"Do you get this in you precious Winterfell?" She asked, pushing her head into your chest unable to pull her eyes away from the purples and pinks that had bled into the azure sky.

"We don't, it's beautiful though isn't it?"

"Pretty sunsets are good for pretty confessions, don't you think?" She spun around so that her legs wrapped around your centre and her hands crested the back of your head.

"Depends on the confession..." Daenerys laughed at your panic.

"I love you." She spoke those words to you for the first time and suddenly this alien land felt like home.

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