Cold Fire Kiss

It was intoxicating.

Cold.

Yet hot.

Burning.

Her eyes fluttered, daring to open. She grabbed the back of his neck, entangling the mass of black curls around her small fingers. She loved his hair. Almost as much as she loved his cold fire kiss.

Dany was warned not to get close to him. He would be her downfall, they said. He would drive her mad, they said. Let him be, they said.

They were right about one thing.

Jon Targaryen did drive her mad, but not in the way the Targaryens were know for.

He set her soul on fire.