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Daenerys Targaryen was what the media had dubbed a Pop Princess. She didn’t go anywhere without being recognized. Her tell-tale silver hair and diminutive stature were well known. She was surrounded by people to protect her. That she was now at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, there to put in a surprise appearance with one of the others performing gave him his first opportunity to see her in person.
He’d heard the rumors, seen her name and private life splashed all over the papers. He didn’t know how she could stand it. Every move she made was scrutinized. Every breath she took criticized. She almost seemed impervious to it, at this point. She was both beloved and hated. He was a small time indie artist, people rarely paid attention to him unless they proclaimed they were more about the music and less about the flash. Daenerys was all flash. Her music was decent, but he would never admit it out loud. In fact, he was pretty sure that his fans would turn on him immediately if they even knew he was mildly interested in her. But his interest didn’t wane at music. In fact, that only sparked it. He’d heard one of her tracks when she’d been younger before the moguls had taken her and shaped her into what they wanted. Her voice had a raspy quality that she didn’t show enough.
As he watched her now, surrounded by two bodyguards and another woman, obviously talking to her about her performance that was about to take place, he could see the distant look in her eyes. He wondered if she wanted more out of her career, not that she could want much more. She was one of the biggest pop stars in the entire world. She sold out arenas. He wondered if she even liked what she did. Dressed in a red and black (her signature colors) sequined jumpsuit that was cut almost indecently low in the back, she was stunning. He didn’t know how she was going to walk in the nearly six-inch red stilettos that she had on her feet. Her silver hair was tied up in tight braids and drifted over her left shoulder. The high neck of the jumpsuit did little to dissuade someone from thinking it sexy. The high legs that cut to mid hip, sheer black stockings with seams along the back, and the way the entire thing seemed to stick to her body made him a bit dizzy. He’d always thought she was beautiful, but seeing her in person was a bit breathtaking.
He was pulled from his perusal of her when Sam clapped a hand on his back. “One of the roadies for the Foo Fighters told me there is Absinthe floating around. Want me to see if I can find it?” Jon chuckled at his friend. His good nature lent to a good friend, but sometimes a horrible bodyguard. He’d had to punch someone who got too friendly with his sister, Sansa. They had labeled him a hot head, after that. He had only been defending his sister after someone had grabbed her ass blatantly. Sansa had begged him not to fight, but Jon would not allow someone to touch one of his sisters like that in front of him ever. The prick had filed charges, he’d been arrested and nearly released from his label, until Sansa had gone to the papers and told them how he had defended her. It seemed to him that the people liked him for his actions even if the press wanted to demonize him. He’d only had that one brush with them, really. He couldn’t imagine how Daenerys dealt with it on a daily basis.
He knew not to take what the press said at face value. They had a story to tell, papers and TV programs to sell. They were out to make money off her name and didn’t care if she was hurt in the process. It was easy to make someone out to be a monster if you didn’t take any time to get to know them.
“Nah. I’m good.”
“You ready to go?”
“In a minute,” he yelled over the crowd screaming on the other side of the curtain. They apparently loved the band that was currently on stage. Daenerys was getting the signal and she took two steps up to the stage and he watched as she was hit with a spotlight and the crowd screamed as she sang her part on the song. She was actually the background vocals for the rapper that currently graced the stage. She was a natural, flirting with him, kicking her heels up higher than needed and playing to the crowd. He smirked a bit and felt Sam nudge him, a knowing smile on his face.
It was all too soon and the song had finished and she bid adieu to the crowd, waving as she made her way off stage. The first thing she did was remove her heels and hand them to the woman at her side as she was handed a pair of trainers by one of her bodyguards. He lifted his guitar and started down the stairs when he was suddenly shoved to the side and nearly fell the rest of the way down as one of Daenerys’s bodyguards sought to move him.
“Fuck,” he screamed and turned to the older man with dark hair and dark eyes.
“Daario,” she called and he turned to her and backed away from Jon. She was glaring at her bodyguard as she took the next two steps and stood on the same one as Jon. “I’m sorry.”
He glared down at Daario then turned back to Daenerys who was staring at him. It caught him a bit off-guard to be caught in her gaze. Her eyes truly were violet, which he had thought were just contacts. Sam had now moved to his side, and he knew that he was hoping he wouldn’t have to fight Daario or the blonde man behind her.
“It’s fine,” he said sharply, cutting his eyes at Daario again.
“I know you,” she said softly. “How do I know you?”
“Jon Snow,” he said and held out his hand to her.
She nodded and smiled. “The guitar player for the Night’s Watch,” she said and he felt a bit breathless that she knew who he was.
“Aye,” he said as he stared at her. “No question as to who you are,” he said nodding at her.
She rolled her eyes. “Performance is my art,” she said softly. “I really like your band. I specifically liked your take on ‘The Wall’.”
He smirked. “Now I know you're trying to make me feel better. No one liked it.”
She chuckled. “Missandei, would you please hand me my phone?”
Missandei smiled and reached into her pocket and handed Daenerys the latest iPhone. She opened her iTunes and showed him that she had the song on her playlist, as well as their entire album. “So, you’re our one fan,” he said with a slight laugh.
“Must be,” she looked down at her phone. “Give me your number so we could get together sometime. I’m separating from my label because I want to do different music and they don’t want me to. I’d like to see what you could give me,” she said and he would almost swear she was flirting with him, but he wouldn’t get his hopes up. He gave her his phone number and she put it in.
“Daenerys, we have to go,” the older man behind her ushered and she nodded at him.
“It was nice to meet you, Jon Snow. And sorry about Daario nearly tossing you down the stairs.”
He nodded. “Alls forgiven,” he said with a smile. He stood against the railing and let them go down the stairs.
Sam nudged him and smiled brightly. “I knew those pretty boy looks couldn’t be for nothin’.”
Jon rolled his eyes and shoved his friend. “Shut up,” he said as they finished going down the stairs. He put his guitar into the back of Davos’s SUV and climbed in, Sam regaling them with the tale of Jon Snow meeting Daenerys Targaryen. Grenn immediately began taking the piss while Ed was quiet, like normal. Davos drove them to the hotel, Jon staying silent, and thought about the gorgeous woman with lilac eyes.