Hello, everyone! This is just a quick idea I had in my head, though I didn't want to waste too many chapters on all the events that took place between then and now, I just thought I'd cut to the chase and start it, I hope you enjoy it! And don't forget to leave me a review!
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Chapter 1
He lie in bed staring out the arched window of his chambers, remembering that night he stood on some ship, whose name he could not remember, leaving Daenerys Targaryen's company. After countless days by her side after believing she was the rightful Queen of the Iron Throne, he came to realize how closer he was becoming to her, and with each moment they spent, it killed him inside, knowing that she was taken by another man. He laid awake numerous nights cursing the Gods for giving her beauty, such beautiful hair and eyes that constantly reminded him of Lynesse, one of his even bigger mistakes in life.
He tossed and turned in bed, rubbing at his eyes, hoping that by getting all of these thoughts out, it would make him tired and sleep would soon take him, he was wrong. Though he did manage to sleep, he was plagued with nightmares of Lynesse leaving him and the night he left Dany.
That whole day he had pulled out the letter every chance he got, from the King, Robert Baratheon. He was pardoned, for his crimes and was welcomed back to his homeland for the service he had provided the King, word on Daenerys' actions and plans. He thought long and hard over his decision but finally made his choice, lifting the flap into her tent, confronting her, the Khal, and Viserys.
He spoke quickly of the letter, hiding the true meaning of receiving it as he spoke confidently, his eyes wavering between Dany and Drogo, not once settling upon Viserys. With his hands clasped in front of him, he explained how this was his way of proving his father wrong and coping with what he had done, by returning home to take his seat once more on Bear Island. Though Dany was distraught over his leave, she allowed it and gave him gifts for his voyage.
Upon his return, he stayed a few nights in the capital, spending many in different inns, hearing talk of Ned Stark's new position as Hand of the King, but the night the King died, he quickly fled the city, knowing he'd be safer up North, with his own people. By the time he had returned to Bear Island, Ned Stark had been beheaded for accusations of treason and the War of the Five Kings had begun.
On the way he had visited Robb Stark and sworn his allegiance, gaining him the seat of Bear Island back. But when he finished the journey to Bear Island, most of his army had already left to serve Robb Stark. Which then caused him to join his men on the battleground, fighting for his liege lord.
After years had passed and many battles won and lost, Robb had wed and soon his uncle, Edmure Tully, followed in his footsteps, which then led to the infamous wedding known as the Red Wedding, upon hearing the news of Robb Stark's demise, Jorah had taken his men and returned home, where he now resided, as Lord of Bear Island, as the War of the Five Kings was now short a King.
He awoke that morn, drenched in his own sweat, sitting up swiftly he swung his legs over the side of the wooden frame, and stood on his firm legs, walking over to the window to gaze out at the fishermen already at work.
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