"Could it be your eyes, didn't know that I've, been waiting and waiting for you. When you're by my side everything's alright. I'm crazy, I'm crazy for you."
Over the next two weeks, Jorah learned many things that his infection had kept him from. Sansa Stark and Yara Greyjoy were given the ability to rule themselves as independent nations. Yara ultimately declined, and Sansa accepted. Sansa Stark was cool and collected in ways that disarmed Jorah, but the Stark woman had sworn an unending alliance to the Six Kingdoms should it ever be needed. They would also trade freely and function as siblings.
He also learned that Brienne of Tarth had, in fact, reached Jaime Lannister in time to dissuade him from returning to Cersei. It turned out that Jaime had intended to try to get close to Cersei, believing he could be the only one that could, to convince her to surrender, or to kill her if it came to that. She remained locked in a cell while Daenerys debated what exactly to do with her. Jorah's intended had not expected to find Cersei to be with child, and she had no intention of murdering an unborn child.
Brienne offered to raise the child with Jaime, much to his surprise, as her own. It would not be so far fetched to the outside world who would know nothing of the child's true parentage. They were both tall, and blonde, though Daenerys worried privately when conversing with Jorah that the child might turn out like Joffrey, or Cersei.
"Cersei Lannister is many things, but she is not the same kind of person as Joffrey. Jaime and Cersei also birthed two other children, who were kind and gentle and good. You know well yourself that children are not their parents."
"Jaime has not pleaded for her life, and nor has Tyrion."
"This troubles you?" Jorah asked her while they ate lunch in her rooms.
"Jaime was utterly devoted to her, and Tyrion has only one sister, and has proven to have strong loyalty to his family - despite their shortcomings."
"I do not entirely trust Jaime Lannister, nor will I ever, but I trust Brienne of Tarth, and I saw how they fought together, how they fought for each other at Winterfell. Tyrion is a good man, even if he talks too much."
"Jaime killed my father."
Jorah nodded. "He did."
"He told me what happened. His side, of course, and I... I believe him. Is that terrible of me? Is it a betrayal of my family?"
"No. You are too hard on yourself. You have just admitted that Jaime and Tyrion both love Cersei, though they fully acknowledge her wrongdoings and shortcomings and accept her fate, yet you will not afford yourself the same grace."
"Brienne trusts him with her life."
"She does." Jorah could not deny this.
"There must be honor in him yet, then."
"Perhaps," Jorah said.
Daenerys changed the subject. "Lyanna Mormont has requested you visit Bear Island."
Jorah choked on his wine slightly, and then apologized. Looking at his plate, he sighed. "I am sure she wants to discuss who will rule Bear Island now that you have restored my titles."
"What do you think of that?"
"She is the Lady of Bear Island. I may have regained the right to wear the sigil, to have claims in the goings-on of the House, but she is their Lady. I have no intention to try and take that from her. She deserves it far more than I ever could. I have never even wanted to rule."
"Yet you are marrying the Queen of the Six Kingdoms, and Bear Island has declared allegiance to the Starks. Sansa is their Queen."
"I am not marrying you for titles. Besides, we cannot help who we love. And a King Consort does not rule. Bear Island declared for the North, but the North declared an unwavering and unending alliance to you, to the Six Kingdoms."
She smirked at him. "I am only teasing. I know it will be good to see Bear Island, to see where you are from."
"You will come with me?"
"Of course! I need to visit Queen Sansa as well." There was a knock at her door, and she called, "Enter!"
Grey Worm stood at her door. "I apologize, my Queen. Daario Naharis is here to see you. He is waiting in the Throne Room."
Daenerys looked from Grey Worm to Jorah. Jorah's face had hardened and his jaw muscle was twitching. "Very well. We will come and see him." Jorah's blue eyes snapped to hers and, within them, they held a barely contained jealousy. "Come now. Jealousy does not become you."
"He's annoying," Jorah growled.
He followed her and Grey Worm to the Throne Room and saw Daario standing and nonchalantly flipping that bloody knife of his.
"My Queen!" He outstretched his arms and kneeled.
"Daario. How are things in Meereen?"
"Lovely," He said and smiled at her. "And things are lovely here as well I hear."
"Indeed they are," Daenerys said. "What is it that you need?"
"Am I to continue overseeing things in Meereen for you, Your Grace?"
"Yes."
Daario looked reflective for a moment. "I wished a private audience, if I might," Daario looked arrogantly at Jorah, who visibly stiffened.
"Jorah is my betrothed. Anything you wish to say to me you can say in front of him," Dany said and her voice was chilly.
"So, it's true then?" Daario stepped forward. "You finally won, old man?"
Jorah stepped toward Daario angrily, but Daenerys held up a hand. "Mind your tongue."
"Truthfully, I am happy for you, Mormont. If not me, then I had hoped it would be you."
He approached Daenerys and took her hand a bit too casually. "Are you certain about him, Dany? Sure, he acts honorable and the general opinion of him is that he is honorable, but he has already betrayed you once, and he was exiled for betraying his House and the laws of Westeros."
Dany swiped her hand away, and Jorah stepped in front of her. "You are speaking to your Queen. I will not remind you of that again. If you touch her again, I will lose all semblance of honor, and you will pay dearly. This, I swear to you."
"Apologies, Your Grace." There was a singsong tone in his words that caused Jorah to grind his molars together.
"Return to Meereen, Daario. I will be in contact soon."
"Looking forward to it, Your Grace," Daario said and winked at Jorah. The man turned on his heel and walked from the castle while flipping his knife the entire way out of sight.
"I did not mean to step upon your toes," Jorah said apologetically.
"Do you remember what I said earlier about you and jealousy?" She asked and cocked an eyebrow.
Jorah's head dropped. "You said that it was unbecoming."
"I've changed my mind..." She said seductively.
His eyes widened and his mouth dropped over again. While they had made love several times in the last couple of weeks, he still found himself in utter awe over the fact that she would share a bed with him. "Have you, now?" He asked playfully.
"Come and see how changed it is," She teased and beckoned him out of the Throne Room.