Within a couple of years, Daenerys managed to prove herself worthy of the crown. It was the first time in years the whole North was happy with the one ruling in King's Landing. Some fear remained she might turn out to actually be the Mad king's daughter but that day never came. Her seven knights of the Queensguard protected her from anyone that doubted her. City watch was commanded by Aleyna who passed her seat on Bear Island to Alyssane Mormont, the second daughter of Maege. She wanted to go back, yet the only bear she wanted to be with, was on the Queen's small council.

Jorah's relationship with Aleyna changed throughout the years. It was as he promised. Aleyna, give me time, please. If you want to be a woman and no longer my little sister, you have to let me to change this in my head. It took him a year to make his first attempt to show her he's changed.

It was late when Aleyna heard knocking on her door.

»It's me. May I enter?« A familiar voice.

»Come in, Jorah.« The big door opened with Jorah entering the room, carrying a pot of honey.

»I found it in the kitchen. I thought it might be nice to talk about Bear Island with something to remind us of it.« Aleyna hadn't had honey since she left her island. Dipping her finger deep in the pot of sticky sweet thick liquid, she sighed. When she licked it off her finger, it took her home, to the wooden hall of house Mormont, to the snow and pine trees and...

And Jorah, who was now watching her in delight. His smile never leaving his face, he repeated her actions and closed his eyes. She watched his lips tasting honey, and she wished it was her. Her fingers, her lips, her...

He opened his eyes again, eying her darkened brown ones. Lust was all he could see in them. This time it was also all he could offer her. His lips were nearing hers, she could smell his breath, feel its warmth on her mouth before he claimed them. He was trembling at first almost as if he was about to consume a forbidden fruit. But as soon as he remembered it wasn't forbidden anymore, his tongue licked her lips, making her to open her mouth, letting it in. She put her hands on his shoulders, pressing him closer to her before finally laying down on her bed with Jorah on top of her.

He kept on kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue while cupping her breasts. Gods. They were bigger than Daenerys' but firm and felt heavenly in his rough hands. The fabric of her shirt was still a barrier between her breasts and Jorah's complete delight. That was soon to change. He pulled it over her head, uncovering more of her beautiful body, sculptured with years of riding and sword fight practice on Bear Island.

Jorah pushed his hands under her waist, cupping her arse now, pressing her waist to his arousal. She sighed at the feeling of his manhood, despite those layers of fabric standing in between. He wanted her. They started helping each other with trousers and breeches before eventually laying completely nude in Aleyna's bedroom. He claimed her lips again, with much more gusto now, his hands touching every part of her body they could find. His erection hurt too much to stay unattended. She spread her legs wrapping them around his waist so he could fill her.

Jorah almost came on the spot when he felt the wetness around his cock. Despite years of letting her guards having their way with her, she was still tight. If one counts in the fact that Jorah was very gifted, it's no wonder Aleyna screamed when he entered her. She bit her lip to prevent waking anyone up. He felt so good, thrusting into her, slowly at first, but then his moves became more desperate. He remained a knight as much as he could but after a while he couldn't help himself anymore. His thrusts became harder, they felt more like pounding but since Aleyna was getting closer to her climax, she didn't mind. He grabbed her arse, turning her around so she could ride him the last few minutes he had. She quickly took the lead, moving up and down on his length.

Throwing her head back in pleasure, Aleyna knew Jorah was hitting the right spot deep inside her. Judgind by the faster heartbeat, he was getting closer to spilling his seed. She knew all the tricks so she dismounted him, taking his cock into her mouth. She smiled at the surprised face Jorah made just before he came, spilling all over her mouth, his seed dripping from her face down on him. He wanted to watch it further on, instead him laid his head on the pillow, breathing deeply.

She moved slowly towards his head in an erotic way, brushing her breasts on his own chest on the way. She kissed Jorah lightly, without involving her tongue but she bit his lower lip at the end.

»Ser Jorah Mormont, I already miss you inside of me.«He smiled, watching her laying on top of him, naked as her name day.

»Well, you felt good, Commander of the City watch,« he said and tapped her arse. Not hard but enough to show her she's been naughty tonight. At the feel of his hands hitting her, she moved on his half erected member, forcing him to close his eyes in pleasure.

»You're the Queen's right hand. What else does your right hand do?« she asked, winking.

»It handles big swords, my lady.« Jorah leaned in for a kiss with a playful smile on his face. He's never been happier, even the two weeks with Lynesse weren't that happy. A source of joy was right in front of his face the entire time, his adopted sister who was the only one in the Mormont family who made him laugh. Because she wasn't a Mormont.

Her hands caressed his scratchy beard. He looked manly already with his broad shoulders, big strong hands, but the beard made him even better. It somehow made him a soldier, a warrior...a knight.

The only remaining thing for Daenerys to do was to find a suitable husband who'd rule with her. And the choice she made couldn't be better if it was set up. Since the North was highly represented in the Small Council, with Jon Snow as the Commander of her Queensguard for a start, the only remaining loose end was Dorne. So the last Targaryen married Doran Martell, the prince of Dorne.

Jorah thought he'd be a little bit jealous of his Khaleesi's new consort. But he wasn't. His eyes were searching the Sept to find the ones he fell in love with. Aleyna Mormont stood there as the Commander of The City Watch in her golden cloak on the left side of the Queen but further away of course. Opposite her stood Jon Snow in his white cloak. Jorah was in the front row, standing up as his Queen made vows to her new husband. He found Aleyna's eyes and smiled. She blushed a little bit, remembering their last night, how they finished in an embrace she thought would never end. And when his blue eyes looked at her with all the love of the world, she knew it never did.