On my father's wings

by Adara's Rose

She is Visenya Targaryen, second of her name, and she never knew her father. But she knows this; he died smiling at her weeping mother, she has inherited his eyes, and his name was Jorah Mormont.

4. Wish

It was the hardest at night, Daenerys thought as she gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed where her daughter slept. With her eyes closed, it was a little easier to look at her. When she was awake, Visenya looked at her with Jorah's eyes, wild and laughing and serious and unending. Some days, it made it impossible to meet her gaze without feeling the tears ache in her throat.

Jorah. Her Jorah. Brave, loyal, hers until his last breath. Jorah, who gave every strand of life he had left in his body to get back to her. Jorah, who had looked into her eyes and died with her name on his lips. He had never known about their baby. She had never been able to tell him that she was his, that all he had to do was ask and she'd marry him on the spot. The family she'd dreamt of in the darkest of nights, when she waited for him to return, was never going to be. When she allowed herself to not be khaleesi, not be strong and wise and ruthless.

She had prayed, on those nights, to get to look into his eyes again. You really ought to be careful what you wish for, Daenerys thought wistfully as she brushed an errant wisp of hair from her daughter's sleeping face.

For now she was going to spend the rest of her life looking into Jorah's eyes.