As much as Dany tried to not think about Jorah Mormont, since her chat with Tyrion several days earlier, she couldn't stop herself. So tried to keep her mind occupied with other matters, there was so much to organise for their campaign, but in reality there was little input she could have. What did she know about invading and conquering a kingdom? Ser Barristan, Varys and Tyrion could talk for hours about weapons, supplies, allies etc etc. It all sounded so impossible at times.
She would go and see her dragons. When she spent time with them and saw how wild Drogon had become, she couldn't help think back to when Jorah told her that dragons were not meant to be tamed. Dany knew he was right. She didn't want to tame them, she just wanted them to help her take back her throne and then she would see them free to live as they pleased.
As she lay in between the silk sheets on her vast bed, she thought of how much her life had changed in only a few short years. How Viserys had sold her for an army, of his death, of Drogos, of Rhaegos. How much sadness she had seen, and how much joy. The birth of her dragons, the freedom of the Unsullied and the slaves in Astapor and Yunkai. She remembered fondly sweet dear Irri and the lusty Doreah. She had new handmaidens now, including the very sweet Missandei. She thought of the night of passion she had shared with the dashing Daario Naharis, who was all syrupy words and treachery rolled into one.
Apart from her servants and the members of her council, Dany realised that she was all alone. Missandei now spent her free time in the evenings with Grey Worm and the Unsullied captains, teaching them the common tongue. Her other handmaidens were too shy to hold a conversation with and Dany could hardly call Ser Barristan or Tyrion to her room for a chat, and she wasn't entirely sure that she could trust Varys. She needed someone to talk to. Someone who would listen to her fears, someone who could soothe her troubled mind. And so before she had truly thought that matter through, she got up and pulled on her robe. She slid into the pair of slippers set beside her bed and headed for the door.
The guards outside her bedchamber looked a little startled to see their Queen appear before them in the middle of the night in her night clothes.
"I wish to speak with Ser Jorah." She told to them.
"Now your Grace?" One of them asked.
"Yes now. Fetch him here right away." As she turned walked back into her bedchamber, she could her the clattering of one of the guards running down the hallway.
It was quite some time before two guards came in dragging Jorah with them. They let go of him and he dropped to his hands and knees in front of her. Dany froze for a moment before ordering them out.
"Khaleesi." Jorah wheezed, pushing back up off the floor to sit back on his knees.
Dany just stared at him in shock. One of his eyes was swollen shut and he was so dirty that she would not have known his skin was fair underneath the filth. His hair and beard where long and matted and his clothes, possibly the same ones he was wearing months ago when she last saw him were like rags, filthy and torn. The smell was almost as bad, he stank worse than the sewers of Yunkai, it made her gag. If it wasn't for his familiar voice she would have thought the guards had brought her a beggar instead of her former Knight.
"What has happened to you Jorah?" She was appalled at the appearance of him.
He twisted to the side so he could place one of his shackled hands on the ground as if to steady himself and ran his tongue over his swollen bottom lip.
"A small disagreement with the Captain. Nothing to worry yourself about my Queen." His voice was gravelly and hoarse. He coughed loudly and clutched at his chest, swaying a little as he peered up at her.
"What sort of disagreement would leave you in this state?" She demanded.
"Just a difference of opinion over whether I..." A hacking cough interrupted his answer. After a while he stopped and caught his breath before continuing. "On whether I.." He started coughing again, then stopped and looked about, as if trying to gather his thoughts.
"Jorah?" Dany asked, alarmed at how he was acting. She took a step closer to him as he toppled over onto his side, unconscious.
"Guards!" She screamed in horror, and ran to him.
The door burst open and her guards rushed in. She looked up at them in panic.
"Get help!" She cried and they ran off down the hall.
Dany sank to the floor next to Jorah and stroked his battered face.
"Don't leave me Jorah. Please! Don't leave me alone." She sobbed.