Thoughts of Jorah

Chapter 2

She moved around on the bed restlessly, she rolled over and watched her dragons that were sleeping in the corner of her cabin. She let her mind wander back to Qarth.

Jorah stuck to her side every time she went walking in the market, he was always looking around as if scanning for danger.

He would stay by her side until Irri or Doreah pointed out a stall that they thought would interest the Khalessi, he would then wait a few paces behind them until they moved on.

She remembered how she had asked his opinion on a fabric for a dress and how he blushed and looked away saying "The color suits you Khalessi."

She bought the fabric right away without another thought.

He would always walk her back to her room, often coming in and having a drink or a meal with her. She was alone in her room with him frequently; it would be more odd for her to be without him. Being alone with him so often allowed her to look him over.

All this time she thought him an ugly man, but she was wrong. He was beautiful because of who he was, he was a brave and kind man. He was older but his body was still strong, she felt it when he would help her off her horse with ease.

She thought he saw her as a child and that he could not have feelings for her but one day in her room he told her with a look of hope in his eyes "Sometimes I look at you and I still can't believe your real."

Her heart beat faster and she gasped turning away from him. She saw the hurt and shock of his own words on his face but she was scared. She never thought he could feel the same way about her, in her shock she didn't give him a response.

She couldn't move, the last thing she was aware of was him bowing deeply before her and leaving. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought if the look on his face. 'One day I will tell him how I feel.'

She pulled her legs up to her chest and rocked herself on the bed, she didn't cry for long as another memory assaulted her senses.

Her Dragons were gone; she felt the emptiness of their cages in her chest. What she had forgotten that night was that she had sent Ser Jorah away.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to drop to her knees and give up the quest for the throne. It was too hard and long of a journey. 'A dragon is strong, they do not give up…but I have lost my children.'

She heard someone rapidly climbing the stairs, thinking it was the assailant come back to finish off whoever was left. She turned to face the attacker but was faced with just the person she wanted to see. 'My Bear' she thought, when did he become mine?

She took a step toward him with her hand out, she wanted to touch him to make sure he was real but she held back. He was always here when she truly needed him, she wanted to embrace him, to take comfort in him but she knew she couldn't. There were more pressing matters at hand.

She sighed and sat up, sleep was not coming…