Since I am only on A Clash of Kings, this will be the book characters, with some show continuity, and my own tweaks. Probably not the best way for the story to go, but it's my favorite way for it to go.

Jorah

The rocking of the ship had made Jorah's nights less than pleasant, though peaceful nights seemed a distant memory to him now. He steadied himself on his feet as he dressed, the rolling of the ship making every action that bit more difficult. Jorah had been on many ships in his life, but the Summer sea had a way of creating unease in even the hardiest of sailors, especially this close to the smoky, cursed ruins of Valyria. Jorah had urged his Khaleesi not to journey through the smoking sea, and it was not until the sailors of Yunkai flatly refused that she conceded to sail around old Valyria. "Even a child of Valyria's bosom, even the mother of dragons could not pass through that cursed place" they had told her. Jorah was not apposed to their insolence on this occasion.

The bright light of the sun was almost blinding as he climbed the stairs to the deck. He was on the grandest ship in the fleet. Thhe grandest ship to be found in Yunkai or Astapor. Jorah could not identify it as any known ship. It was larger than any whaler he had ever seen, with the oars of a Galley, the sails of a Summer swan ship. When he looked over the rails of the ship, he imagined such a fall killing a man before he had a chance to drown. Whatever the slavers chose to call such a creation, it was a vessel fit for royalty.

Some of the unsullied worked and trained silently at the bow end of the deck. Jorah admired their prowess greatly, but he could never be comfortable around them. Men who dare not speak to one another can be no man's friend, he thought, though he had to make himself remember, it was not friends his queen needed, but subjects. Loyal, unquestioning vassals, and the Unsullied were just that. He still never warmed to them.

Jorah found Daenerys at the aft of the ship, her dragons rambling around her, sniffing at this plank, or that bag. The ship, called Razhat, after the man who had it built, some forty years ago, had a small upper deck behind the bridge, all silk cushions and carved would and ivory. The cushions were all of different colour, some Jorah had never recalled seeing. The chair she sat in was excessive in it's size and splendor. Daenerys could have easily lay down in it, and barely be seen for it's immensity and decoration. His Khaleesi looked happy, something he wished he saw far more often than he did. She was dressed after the fashion of a Lady of the free cities, not wanting to look like the slavers of Yunkai or Astapor. She wore a splendid silk gown, violet deep and vibrant as her eyes, with a silver necklace, a purple diamond in the center. The gown was thin and hung loose around Daenerys like a robe. Her body was clear beneath to any who cared look. She wore her hair loose with no hint of a braid. It had grown back since the night in the pyre, and hung to her shoulders. Jorah loved to see her smile, and she did today as she watched her dragons scurry around the deck. They, like his queen's hair had grown since that night. No longer were they the beautiful and delicate creatures that suckled at her breast, now they were proud and vibrant, as big as any hound Jorah had seen. They commanded fear now, not curiosity. It wasn't the size of the beasts that shocked Jorah. Every Westerosi knows of the scale of Balerion the Black Dread. Aegon the conquerer's monster had jaws large enough to swallow a snow Mamoth, and wings large enough to blot out the sun. These beautiful beasts were nothing in comparison, jaws barely big enough to swallow a large mackerel. It was not their size that shocked him, but how quickly they had grown. From smaller than a cat to as big as a wolf in only eight moons.

Jorah was away in his thoughts about dragons and conquerors when Daenerys spoke. "I believe I would like to rename the ship. Ser Jorah" she said with a wide smile as she watched Drogon hiss at a fleeing rat as he chased it down the steep steps of the 'royal' fourth deck. "Since it is my ship now, and the jewel of my….. mighty new fleet" she said, looking at him for the first time, her voice thick with sarcasm. She really is in good humour today Jorah thought to himself as her smile made his discomfort at the rocking of the ship fade. "Ser Barristan was telling me names of ships he new of, and I must say he knows of an incredible amount of ships"

"When you get to my age, Your Grace, there are a great many names and places you know of. None of the knowledge comes of very much use to a knight of the Kingsguard very often….."

" It is of use to me, now, Ser Barristan. Ser Jorah, just how many ships are there that are the pride of somewhere or someone? It all seems terribly boring" Her voice was joking. Jorah was sure now that he had never seen her quite this happy. Even at night.

"For every town in this world, there are at least three ships that are the pride of it, Your Grace"

"Indeed, Ser Jorah. I think I way call this ship The Dragon of the Seas. What do you think Sers?"

Barristan spoke first. "A fitting name, your Grace, for such a powerful ship" he said.

" A fitting name, Khaleesi. A name for your family, a ferocious name and a name of beauty. And yet another Dragon you can call your child, Your Grace" Jorah told her.

She laughed

" In truth a better name there could not be, for the ship that carries the Mother of Dragons, and the last Targaryen." Barristan intoned.

Daenerys smiled at his comment as Rhaegal climbed on to the seat with her. She scratched under his chin, and the dragon let out a shudder and a hiss. It's jade scales shimmered in the light like a green sea. She said something in Valyrian that Jorah did not quite hear and the beast leaped off of the chair, taking wing, and flying out over the water, only to return to the ship and resume rambling around the deck.

"Ser Jorah, how did sleep. This incessant rocking kept me awake much of the night. Ser Barristan tells me he slept like a babe"

"I too found it difficult, Your Grace. Ser Barristan is a hardier man than myself, I'm afraid" Jorah said. They all smiled, but he couldn't tell if Barristan knew more than he let on. In jokes don't work as well when everyone is in. How could he not know, he thought to himself. Ser Barristan is no fool, and we had not been careful enough. The thought upset Jorah. If anyone were to find out that the Queen, the mother of dragons spent her nights in the arms of an exile knight three times her age, and if he were to give her a bastard. That he feared above all, But he loved her so. It ached for him to watch her every second of everyday and not be able to touch her. At night he could, but he wanted to hold her under the eyes of all, though that could never be. She was the Queen, he was nothing. At least he could be something at night. All of the love he had for her, he could not express it in words, no matter how many times he tried, and he knew she didn't share his love. She had told him so. "That part of my heart died with my sun and stars, Jorah" she told him. It was in sadness she came to him the first night. She came to him for comfort. All the nights since, she had come for pleasure, sometimes as his Queen requiring service from her subject, more often as Dany, craving to be wanted, to be loved. She even came out of guilt on a few rare instances, guilty that she did not love him as he loved her.

"Ser Barristan, could you get the captain, please. I would like to know our position, and how long more we must sail on open sea" she ordered, waking Jorah from his daydream.

Barristan muttered some formality as he hurried off. Jorah looked at her, awaiting an order, or a question. Dany only smiled at him