STORMBORN

14 | ATTEMPTS Part One

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From the comfort she felt between her soft cashmere blanket and oversized velvet bed, she awoke completely startled by it. In years of being away from home, she'd gotten used to a four-walled bedroom smaller than a service elevator and utterly forgot how luxury felt like. Where she lay felt too comfortable that it wasn't natural for her anymore.

Her senses came rushing back to what happened yesterday and the day before that and she shut her eyes tighter wishing it was all a dream —that none of it was real.

In her dismay, the sunlight forced her eyes to open so she hid under the fluffy blanket only to hate how fluffy it was. Okay, now I'm awake.

As she pulled the blanket out of her face, the clock on her bedside table showed the time: 10:34 AM. I slept that long? Commander would kill me if he finds out how slack I was. I should've snooped at dawn for intel.

Daenerys had to begin her sleuthing. The earlier she starts, the earlier she gets to go home. She jumped off her bed and removed her clothing as fast as she was able so she could go on with a quick shower. But on her way to the elaborate bathroom, her toes stumbled on something hard. Dark Sister.

"For the chaos that follows," she repeated what he had reasoned. Contemplating, she had not fully understood what it meant. He spoke about it earlier as an aftermath of freedom but she couldn't make any sense of it all. It's as if her energy evaporates into thin air when her mind wanders to Jon Snow.

She bathed in the tub instead, taking the sword in its new scabbard with her and making mental notes of its measurement. Staring at it, she still felt perplexed how he affected her so deeply and easily. The root cause of being drawn to him was entirely a mystery.

It surely isn't his comeliness and physicality. Well, maybe a little. And his touch, she reminisced. His cologne, his husky voice and the way he embraced me that his chest tightened against mine. Giggling, she palmed her forehead in her idiocy. But he's too...cryptic and dangerous. May I remind you how you loathed yourself  for two years after you failed your 54th mission? He beat you down to death — the reasons why you shouldn't trust him—and now you're acting like a giddy teenage girl? Quit moping, Daenerys. You have a pending mission to accomplish.

She rose from the water and covered herself with a bathrobe too posh for drying a human body. In fact, Jon Snow is too extravagant for her taste. Her lips curved to learn a thing that repulsed her about him and hungered to find out for more.

The stringy and lacy underwear was surprisingly snug that she gradually appreciated its functionality rather than revolted by its obscenity.

Unfortunately, annoyance made its way back to her senses when she couldn't find anything that wasn't a skirt or a dress. Who does he think I am? Cersei Lannister?

Be as it may, she chose the only black clothing on the rack giving a reluctant sigh. It was a sweetheart neckline dress with spaghetti straps that fit like a glove which ends below her knees. This is a joke. How can I move freely and undetected with this? Out towards the door, she caught her reflection. Yep, definitely obtrusive, when the roundness of her bosom was accentuated delicately so she let her long silver hair purposely flow over it.

Turning the knob as soundless as she could, her head jutted out to take a peek. As expected, no one was there in the long modern hallway but surveillance cameras must be hidden from her line of sight. Nevertheless, she risked it. Time to dig into Jon Snow's room, violet eyes darting through the hall where she saw him enter last night.