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Jon Snow crushing on Val the Wildling
Jon Snow Appreciation month 2022, day 15, prompt: romantic relationships
When his eyes had adjusted to the smoky red gloom, he saw six people, none of whom paid him any mind. A dark young man and a pretty blonde woman were sharing a horn of mead.
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He turned to the last two. “This beauty is her sister Val. Young Jarl beside her is her latest pet.”
A Storm of Swords, Jon I
It was warm within. A small fire burned beneath the smoke holes, and a brazier smouldered near the pile of furs where Dalla lay, pale and sweating. Her sister was holding her hand. Val, Jon remembered. “I was sorry when Jarl fell,” he told her.
Val looked at him with pale grey eyes. “He always climbed too fast.” She was as fair as he’d remembered, slender, full-breasted, graceful even at rest, with high sharp cheekbones and a thick braid of honey-colored hair that fell to her waist.
A Storm of Swords, Jon X
“Gods,” Val whispered, “gods, why are they doing this?”
“Go inside the tent and stay with Dalla. It’s not safe out here.” It wouldn’t be a great deal safer inside, but she didn’t need to hear that.
“I need to find the midwife,” Val said.
“You’re the midwife. I’ll stay here until Mance comes back.”
A Storm of Swords, Jon X
“Dalla died.” Jon was saddened by that still. “Val is her sister. She and the babe did not require much capturing, Your Grace. You had put the wildlings to flight, and the skinchanger Mance had left to guard his queen went mad when the eagle burned.”
A Storm of Swords, Jon XI
Jon nodded, and turned back to the king. “Your Grace, you spoke of Val. She has asked to see Mance Rayder, to bring his son to him. It would be a… a kindness.”
A Storm of Swords, Jon XI
Jon had no answer for that. “If not for him, for Val. For her sister’s sake, the child’s mother.”
“You are fond of this Val?”
“I scarcely know her.”
“They tell me she is comely.”
“Very,” Jon admitted.
A Storm of Swords, Jon XI
“Your Grace,” he said, “captive or no, if you think you can just give Val to me, I fear you have a deal to learn about wildling women. Whoever weds her had best be prepared to climb in her tower window and carry her off at swordpoint…”
A Storm of Swords, Jon XI
Val was a stranger to him. She was not hard on the eyes, certainly, and she had been sister to Mance Rayder’s queen, but still…
A Storm of Swords, Jon XI
I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister’s son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly’s boy as well. Sam would never need to tell his lie. We’d find a place for Gilly too, and Sam could come visit her once a year or so. Mance’s son and Craster’s would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb.
A Storm of Swords, Jon XI
“Perhaps his lordship would fancy a wildling wife,” said Lady Melisandre. “Is this fat man married, Lord Snow?”
“His lady wife is long dead. Lord Wyman has two grown sons, and grandchildren by the elder. And he is too fat to sit a horse, thirty stone at least. Val would never have him.”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon I
Your men call Val a princess, but to the free folk she is only the sister of their king’s dead wife. If you force her to marry a man she does not want, she is like to slit his throat on their wedding night.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon I
Even Val was at her window, her long golden braid across one shoulder.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon II
Val stood beside him, tall and fair. They had crowned her with a simple circlet of dark bronze, yet she looked more regal in bronze than Stannis did in gold. Her eyes were grey and fearless, unflinching. Beneath an ermine cloak, she wore white and gold. Her honey-blond hair had been done up in a thick braid that hung over her right shoulder to her waist. The chill in the air had put color in her cheeks.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon III
Val stood on the platform as still as if she had been carved of salt. She will not weep nor look away. Jon wondered what Ygritte would have done in her place. The women are the strong ones.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon III
He wondered what Val was feeling as she watched him kneel, forgiven.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon III
The queen’s men took up the cry, beating the butts of their spears against their shields. “One realm, one god, one king! STANNIS! STANNIS! ONE REALM, ONE GOD, ONE KING!” Val did not join the chant, he saw.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon III
Val stood on the tower roof, gazing up at the Wall. Stannis kept her closely penned in rooms above his own, but he did allow her to walk the battlements for exercise. She looks lonely, Jon thought. Lonely, and lovely. Ygritte had been pretty in her own way, with her red hair kissed by fire, but it was her smile that made her face come alive. Val did not need to smile; she would have turned men’s heads in any court in the wide world.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon III
Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon III
Val waited by the gate in the predawn cold, wrapped up in a bearskin cloak so large it might well have fit Sam. Beside her was a garron, saddled and bridled, a shaggy grey with one white eye. Mully and Dolorous Edd stood with her, a pair of unlikely guards. Their breath frosted in the cold black air.
“You gave her a blind horse?” Jon said, incredulous.
“He’s only half-blind, m'lord,” offered Mully. “Elsewise he’s sound enough.” He patted the garron on the neck.
“The horse may be half-blind, but I am not,” said Val. “I know where I must go.”
“My lady, you do not have to do this. The risk—”
“—is mine, Lord Snow. And I am no southron lady but a woman of the free folk. I know the forest better than all your black-cloaked rangers. It holds no ghosts for me.”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon VIII
The light of the half-moon turned Val’s honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. “The air tastes sweet.” “My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold.” “Cold?” Val laughed lightly. “No. When it is cold it will hurt to breathe. When the Others come…” The thought was a disquieting one. Six of the rangers Jon had sent out were still missing. It is too soon. They may yet be back. But another part of him insisted, They are dead, every man of them. You sent them out to die, and you are doing the same to Val.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon VIII
“He may not heed your words, but he will hear them.” Val kissed him lightly on the cheek. “You have my thanks, Lord Snow. For the half-blind horse, the salt cod, the free air. For hope.”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon VIII
“Craster’s son?” Val shrugged. “He is no kin to me.” “I have heard you singing to him.”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon VIII
“The first night of the full moon, then.” Jon watched her ride away wondering if he would ever see her face again. I am no southron lady, he could hear her say, but a woman of the free folk.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon VIII
Ser Axell shrugged. “Whatever she may be, at Eastwatch men claimed the wench was fair. I’d like to see with mine own eyes. Some of these wildling women, well, a man would need to turn them over to do his duty as a husband. If it please the lord commander, bring her out, let us have a look.” “She is not a horse to be paraded for inspection, ser.”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon IX
“Forgive me, ser, but Val will not be joining us.”
“I’ll go to her. Where do you keep the wench?”
Away from you. “Somewhere safe. Enough, ser.”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon IX
“A girl?” Jon sat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hands. “Val? Has Val returned?”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon IX
“Did you follow me as well?” Jon reached to shoo the bird away but ended up stroking its feathers. The raven cocked its eye at him. “Snow,” it muttered, bobbing its head knowingly. Then Ghost emerged from between two trees, with Val beside him. They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon XI
“Have you been trying to steal my wolf?” he asked her. “Why not? If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter. Even crows.” “Har!” laughed Tormund Giantsbane. “Don’t bandy words with this one, Lord Snow, she’s too clever for the likes o’ you and me. Best steal her quick, before Toregg wakes up and takes her first.” What had that oaf Axell Florent said of Val? “A nubile girl, not hard to look upon. Good hips, good breasts, well made for whelping children.” All true enough, but the wildling woman was so much more. She had proved that by finding Tormund where seasoned rangers of the Watch had failed. She may not be a princess, but she would make a worthy wife for any lord.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon XI
As she turned it toward the Wall, she asked, “How fares the little monster?” “Twice as big as when you left us, and thrice as loud. When he wants the teat, you can hear him wail in Eastwatch.” Jon mounted his own horse. Val fell in beside him. “So… I brought you Tormund, as I said I would. What now? Am I to be returned to my old cell?” “Your old cell is occupied. Queen Selyse has claimed the King’s Tower, for her own. Do you remember Hardin’s Tower?” “The one that looks about to collapse?” <…> “Freedom of the castle you shall have, but I regret to say you must remain a captive. I can promise that you will not be troubled by unwanted visitors, however. My own men guard Hardin’s Tower, not the queen’s. And Wun Wun sleeps in the entry hall.” “A giant as protector? Even Dalla could not boast of that.”
A Dance with Dragons, Jon XI
Jon considered. “No. Ask them to join me atop the Wall at sunset.” He turned to Val. “My lady. With me, if you please.” “The crow commands, the captive must obey.” Her tone was playful.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon XI
“You are even lovelier than I was told, princess,” he declared. “The queen has told me much and more of your beauty.” “How odd, when she has never seen me.” Val patted Ser Patrek on the head. “Up with you now, ser kneeler. Up, up.” She sounded as if she were talking to a dog. It was all that Jon could do not to laugh.
A Dance with Dragons, Jon XI
DAENERYS TARGARYEN APPRECIATION MONTH 2022 || Day 2 - Underrated relationships and dynamics: Daenerys Targaryen & Daario Naharis — Book scenes that show Daario genuinely caring about Dany:
He gives Dany flowers:
Oh, and flowers for my hair. When first they met, the captain brought her flowers every day, all the way from Yunkai to Meereen. (ADWD, Daenerys IV)
He tries to prevent Dany from seeing the crucified children:
He tried to spare me the sight of the dead children too. He should not have done that, but he meant it kindly. (ASOS, Daenerys V)
He remains faithful to Dany (even at a point when betraying her and joining Yunkai - which is what Brown Ben and the Second Sons chose to do - would have been advantageous to him and the Stormcrows):
“I thought you would be the one to betray me. Once for blood and once for gold and once for love, the warlocks said. I thought … I never thought Brown Ben. Even my dragons seemed to trust him.” She clutched her captain by the shoulders. “Promise me that you will never turn against me. I could not bear that. Promise me.”
“Never, my love.” (ADWD, Daenerys VI)
He asks Dany to marry him:
“I do not want this night to end. […] This night and the next, and we must end this.”
“Marry me, and we can have all the nights forever.” (ADWD, Daenerys VII)
He advises Dany to hold court and to remember her people (and displays an unexpected level of selflessness):
“Will you hold court today?”
“No. On the morrow I will be a woman wed, and Hizdahr will be king. Let him hold court. These are his people.”
“Some are his, some are yours. The ones you freed.”
“Are you chiding me?”
“The ones you call your children. They want their mother.”
“You are. You are chiding me.”
“Only a little, bright heart. […] You should hold court.” (ADWD, Daenerys VII)
He feels jealous of Dany’s suitors and visibly resents the fact that he’s too lowborn to marry her (so much so that he turns Dany down for sex):
“I am your queen, and I command you to fuck me.”
She had meant it playfully, but Daario’s eyes hardened at her words. “Fucking queens is king’s work. Your noble Hizdahr can attend to that, once you’re wed. And if he proves to be too highborn for such sweaty work, he has servants who will be pleased to do that for him as well. Or perhaps you can call the Dornish boy into your bed, and his pretty friend as well, why not?” (ADWD, Daenerys VII)
He leaves his blades with Dany as a token of his love for her:
She wondered if her captain’s blades still hung upon the wall beside her bed, waiting for Daario to return and claim them. “I will leave my girls with you,” he had said. “Keep them safe for me, beloved.” (ADWD, Daenerys X)
Elle Fanning as book!Daenerys Targaryen & Ranveer Singh as book!Daario Naharis
2x08 "Su-zakana"
(deleted monologue)
ASOIAF!Daenerys scenes that should’ve been included in the show (6/?) + Queen Daenerys being told the reason why Stalwart Shield went to a brothel, trying to hold back her tears of sympathy for him and giving her slain soldier a proper burial
“No,” Jon Snow said, horrified. “I wouldn’t …”
“No? Never?” Tyrion raised an eyebrow. “Well, no doubt the Starks have been terribly good to you. I’m certain Lady Stark treats you as if you were one of her own. And your brother Robb, he’s always been kind, and why not? He gets Winterfell and you get the Wall. And your father … he must have good reasons for packing you off to the Night’s Watch …”
Tyrion was the last to retire, as always. As he stepped into the shelter his men had built for him, he paused and looked back at Jon Snow. The boy stood near the fire, his face still and hard, looking deep into the flames.
Tyrion Lannister smiled sadly and went to bed.
TYRION APPRECIATION MONTH
Day 2: Favorite Chapters || A Game of Thrones, Tyrion II
A CLASH OF KINGS, CHAPTER TWELVE — DAENERYS I
Daenerys Targaryen decides to follow the red comet deep into the red waste to protect her newborn dragons. Many of her khalasar die before they find shelter in a ruined city. There, Ser Jorah Mormont tells her about his second wife, Lynesse Hightower. While her people rest, Daenerys sends her three bloodriders to scout, and Jhogo returns with three strangers from the great city of Qarth.
Stackednatural- 137/327
The Things We Left Behind (10x09) December 9th, 2014