"The fire, I would walk through for all the pain I caused you. Oh, I would pay the cost to be in your arms again - to be in your arms again - to be in your arms again."

Leaning forward heavily on his horse, exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him. The trip had allowed his wounds to heal a bit more, but the exhaustion was preventing him from feeling any more well than he had when he'd first left Winterfell. Staring up at Dragonstone as he slid off his equally tired horse, he watched as two Unsullied, Jon Snow, and Tyrion Lannister approached him hurriedly. Collapsing to his hands and knees, he heard their footsteps surround him.

"Mormont!" Tyrion said as he knelt in front of the knight.

"Khaleesi?" He looked up at Tyrion. There were bruise-like bags under his blue eyes.

Tyrion looked grave, and the seriousness on Jon's face, and the two Unsullied soldiers struck fear into Jorah's heart. Tyrion shook his head once. "She will see no one but Grey Worm consistently. She saw Jon once, and me twice. She is not eating."

Jorah collapsed after trying to stand. Jon and one of the Unsullied picked him up. Careful of his left arm, Jon Snow held him up by his waist while the soldier hung Jorah's right arm around his shoulders.

"Take me to her," Jorah breathed heavily.

As the soldier and Jon practically carried Jorah up into the castle, Tyrion talked as he always did. "I worry for her, Mormont. I worry she is slipping into madness, that her grief is too much, that she is lost. You must help her, Jorah. I believe you are the only one who might stand a chance at pulling her out of the darkness."

Jorah looked at Tyrion. It was rare to see true and unabashed worry and fear on Tyrion's face, but it was plain as day now. Jorah swallowed hard as they arrived at the Drawing Room in Dragonstone where Daenerys had held herself up for days now.

"Leave me," He said in a harsh whisper.

Jon looked him over quickly, and then met his eyes. Nodding once to Jorah, Jon left and was followed by the Unsullied soldiers.

"Sansa told me about Jon's true heritage. I told Varys, and he betrayed her. I trusted him, and he was killed for it." Tyrion whispered, "Please, Jorah. Save our Queen." His heels clicked as the smaller man disappeared down the stone hall.

Knocking once on the door, Jorah pushed it open weakly. Her back was to him as she stood staring out of the stone balcony. Her hair was undone and hung limply down her back. She looked thinner even at the distance of the long room. She did not move or even seem to realize someone had entered the room.

"Khaleesi..." He said, and she turned quickly to see him. Her eyes widened and filled with tears. Daenerys practically ran to him and slammed her thin body into his. He grunted in pain at the force of the contact, but wrapped both his injured and non-injured arm around her tightly. Clutching her to his chest, he buried his nose in her silvery-blonde hair. She was weeping into his leather armor.

"I am sorry about Missandei," He whispered against her hair. Taking her proximity for granted, he stroked his right hand down her hair and back repeatedly. His heart beat wildly agains this breastbone.

After a few minutes, her tears slowed and she pulled back to look at him. "You came for me..."

"Of course," He said gruffly. His voice was choked with emotion.

"You disobeyed my orders to stay and heal," She said and raised an eyebrow.

He smiled slightly, and leaned his forehead against hers bravely. "I followed my heart."

She leaned back against the stone table. Pushing herself up, she said firmly with him standing at a respectable distance with her forehead against his. "Jorah..."

"I love you more than any man could ever love a woman, but that love comes second to my love for you as a Commander for his Queen."

She looked at him with an intense confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean? Surely, you didn't come all this way to deny our love again?"

He moved his hands to her face and kissed her forehead. "No, I did not."

Her eyes filled with tears. "Jorah..."

"I must ask you where your head is..." He whispered and searched her violet eyes.

Looking away from him, she clenched her jaw. "Are you here to manipulate me?"

Turning her face back to his roughly, he crashed his mouth against hers fully. The kiss was hard and firm, conveying how much he loved her and supported her, and then it softened as they both relaxed into the realization. He kissed her several times before willing himself with all of his remaining strength to pull back and look at her.

Her eyes were closed. "I want vengeance."

"And so you will have it," He assured her. "You will exact your vengeance how you have always done so."

"And how is that, Jorah?" She started at him. Her eyes were cold, but she was listening.

"Righteously, and in the defense of the innocent." His voice was calm and even though he was nervous to confront her.

She looked down at her lap and picked at her fingers for a moment. When she looked back at him, she was crying. "If I had lost you too, I would have lost myself. Missandei alone is almost too much. If you hadn't come..."

"I will always find you, my Queen - Daenerys Targaryen - in any darkness, through any storm, for the rest of my life."

"You are my strength," She confessed.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "And you are theirs," He said and nodded in the direction of her army and of King's Landing. "And you are mine," He said softly.

"Grey Worm?" She called and the captain appeared instantly in the doorway. Jorah stepped back awkwardly from Daenerys, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him back. Jorah's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught in such an intimate moment. "Bring me my Hand, and Jon Snow."

Grey Worm nodded and disappeared again. Jorah looked at Dany and his eyes were swimming with emotion. "I love you," He whispered so softly she almost didn't hear him.

"And I, you, Jorah."

She slid off the table and walked around it. Pulling a chair out near her, she gestured for Jorah to sit. He limped around the long table, never taking his eyes off of her and sat heavily and painfully in the chair. Her hand rubbed his back over the leather armor, and then she folded her hands behind her back as Jon and Tyrion and Grey Worm appeared.

"We seize control of King's Landing tomorrow," Dany announced.

Jon and Tyrion looked nervously toward Jorah, who nodded once. Tyrion said, "If you hear the bells, Cersei has surrounded. If the bells ring... Call off the attack." Jon nodded.

"You will know when the time to attack has come," Daenerys said and looked at Grey Worm, who nodded once firmly.

Tyrion looked uneasily between Dany and Jorah. Glancing at Jorah, Dany put her hand on his shoulder gently. Jorah's eyes widened as she smiled at him. She was not particularly affectionate, and he blushed again. The Targaryen flames burned in her eyes, and Grey Worm, Tyrion, and Jon knew they would avenge Missandei, and they would not lose their Queen in the process. The tension in the room lessened.

"Jorah rides with me," She said and all eyes snapped to the knight, who looked stunned.