It was early morning and the fogs had not yet lifted from the forest. The great pines stood like sentry's, guarding the island from all threat. A few rays of sunlight were battling their way through the heavy clouds.
This place seemed to have a charm all its own. A sort of ancient beauty that through the centuries remained unspoiled by man. The tall pines towered over them, branches heavy laden with freshly fallen snow. She could not get enough of the air, which smelled of pine, snow, and raw earth. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
"Are you happy here, Ser Jorah" Daenerys said looking at her knight.
She had never seen him this happy. Though she was not as yet accustomed to the cold, seeing him, here, at home, brought a certain warmth to her heart. After everything he had been through, everything they had been through, he of all people deserved to be happy. For he had fought for her, came back when she banished him, had remained as devoted a man as any she had ever seen in her life.
"I am, this is my home, where I belong, and you belong here with me, Daenerys" he said as he showed her the sights of Bear Island. He looked at her not how a knight might look at a queen, but how a man might look at a woman. He saw a smile momentarily cross her lips.
He took her by the hand, her gentle, pale skin pleasing to the touch. He led her down a path, through the forest. It was utterly silent but for the sound of their footsteps. His closeness reassured her, warmed her.
"There shall be a great feast tonight, in your honor my queen, it is not often that Bear Island has had the honor of hosting such guests." Jorah said with a sense of pride in his voice.
The truth was she did not want feasts, or honor, or any of the ceremony. She wanted to be here with him. But such was the custom of the north, and she could not deny them that right.
"Not much has changed since I left, though it does seem colder," he said as he wrapped the fur around her.
They came to a waterfall. The water crashed into the pool sending up an icy mist into the air. They stood and listened to the sound of the water that echoed into the surrounding woods that lay enveloped in a dark and dreamy sleep. Everything seemed so far away from here. It seemed a world all its own. A sort of peace settled over them both.
"Now I know why you prayed for home, Ser Jorah" she said as her lips spread into a smile.
He gave her hand an affectionate squeeze that sent shivers of happiness through her.
"We should be heading back now, I look forward to a fire, and a great feast tonight, we have much to talk of, my queen." He said, his voice filled with pride, and joy.
They could see the smoke rising from the chimney of the keep. Its great wooden logs silhouetted against the sky. She listened to him as he recounted stories of his childhood on the island. Of places he had hunted, and places where he would go to pray to the old gods.
After all these years he was finally home. They were finally home.
Ser Jorah Mormont awoke to find himself in his chambers in Meereen. The sun, the humid air and the sounds of the streets below made its way through the windows. A bittersweet smile played across his lips, as he looked out of his window and across the waters.
