Several days later Missandei came to see him in the healers rooms, where he had been recuperating. She handed him a pile of clothes and his old boots, now cleaned and polished.
"Are you better Ser?" She asked, gently taking his hand in hers and examining the bandages on his wrist.
"A little sore still, but better thank you." He gave her an appreciative smile. Missandei had been his only visitor since his arrival.
"This one is pleased." She returned his smile. "The Khaleesi wishes to see you when you are dressed, in the council room."
"Thank you." Jorah stood to dress and Missandei curtsied and left.
Jorah found Dany waiting alone in the room she used for her council meetings. She was seated at the head of the long wooden table, looking at a map of Westeros.
"Ser Jorah I see you are recovering." Dany said flatly, looking up from the table briefly.
"Yes, thank you, your Grace." Jorah gave a slight bow.
"Tell me Ser, do you recall what I told you the last time we met?" Her tone was cold and threatening.
"Yes, your Grace," Jorah swallowed. "You told me that if I set foot in your city again you would have my head thrown in Slavers Bay."
"And yet here you are."
"I apologise, I did not come of my own accord." He told her. "It was not my intention to upset you." He dropped his gaze to the floor to avoid her eyes.
Jorah did not know that she had asked Varys to bring him to her. He could not know that her dismay at the thought that Varys silencing the voice she had missed so much had turned to anger upon hearing him speak to Missandei four days ago.
Dany had thought she would feel comforted by his presence but seeing him beaten and in chains had awoken her inner dragon and the guilt that she had begun to feel for sending him away had turned to fury. A fury that re-awakened at seeing him this morning and she could not help herself at directing it at him.
"How you came to be here is of little interest to me, only that you have defied me!" She told him as she rounded the table to stand in front of him.
Jorah did not speak and kept his eyes glued to the toes of his boots . He knew Danerys well enough to know that there was no placating her when she was like this, all he could do was ride out the storm of her swirling emotions and her temper.
"Do you have so little respect for me that you will not look me in the eye!" She demanded.
"My Queen it is not proper for so low a subject to look on your face." He answered, hoping to express the humility he felt at being allowed in her presence once again.
"That never bothered you before. Look at me!" She told him firmly.
Jorah dropped to his knees and slowly lifted his head and looked into her lovely purple eyes. Even when she was angry she was still so beautiful that it made his heart beat a little faster.
Dany stared down at him for a moment, before reaching out to touch his bearded cheek. Jorah stiffened momentarily expecting her to hit him, but she gently fingered the black and purple bruise that covered his left eye and cheek. Her expression softened for a moment. She dropped her hand and turned away from him.
"I have decided to accept the assistance of Lord Varys and Tyrion Lannister in my campaign." She told him in that cold monotone voice she used at court. "They have even convinced me that you may still be of use." She spun back to face him.
"My Queen?" Jorah acknowledged.
"I have decided to commute your death sentence. I would have you train my Dothraki how to fight a man in armour."
"Anything you wish my Queen."
"The Captain of the Guard will show you to your quarters and will arrange for whatever provisions you may need to begin the training." She continued. "You will report to the Captain and follow his orders."
"Khaleesi." He acknowledged.
"I no longer trust you Jorah and you will do well to remember that. The only reason you are being offered this chance is because you speak Dothraki. You are lucky Lord Varys did not remove your lying tongue, otherwise I would have no use for you!"
"I understand." He stood up.
"I'm not sure you do. You are here by my choice! You live, by my choice!" She walked to the other end of the and looked down at the maps again. "Now get out!"
"Khaleesi." Jorah bowed deeply and when he straightened up again she was gone.
Jorah wasn't too sure what to think. She had pardoned him, but it was abundantly clear that she was not pleased to see him again. He headed to the barracks to find the Captain of the Guard and to start his assignment. At least teaching the Dothraki how to fight against armoured men would be useful to the cause and he would be re-united with some old friends.
It turned out the Captain of the Guard was foul smelling man of little imagination and no sense of humour. He showed Jorah to his quarters, which turned out to be a small cell with a barred wooden door. The same blacksmith that had removed his shackles earlier in the week, fitted him with a new set that locked with a key. The Captain pocketed the key and explained that when Jorah wasn't training the men, he could consider himself under arrest and would be returned to his cell.