NOTE - This is just a very short one, more of an update than a major chapter. Hopefully will be another tomorrow. Enjoy.

PS - I am thinking of starting another fic for those occasions when I get stuck on this one. I've thought about a Robert's Rebellion or Pre-Targaryen Conquest, or maybe Aegon's Conquest itself. Whatever it focuses on, there will be probably be heavy emphasis on lesser houses. Any preferences, requests or recommendations, PM me.

Jorah

He looked out over Slaver's Bay, he wondered. How long now before they went home? He longed for it, had done for many years, all through his exile. Not King's Landing or Dragonstone, he yearned for Bear Island. The home he had know, ruled, and failed. He had tried to blame Lynesse, but deep down he knew that it was his fault. He hadn't been able to face his father's shame and had left Longclaw behind. Would his aunt Maege have it? He had heard she ruled there now. Or did it make it's way to his father at the Wall? He didn't know if the Old Bear was even still alive. All he had wanted was to please his father. He had never been so happy as when he'd seen the proud look on his father's face after the Siege of Pyke as Jorah rose a knight. God he'd needed a piss so badly. But he failed his father, he failed his people, he had run. Never again. He would go home. They would all go home. How could they not? Astapor was freed from the masters, and they now marched west with the Unsullied at their back.

He turned to look at her, his silver queen. He knew he would follow her wherever she went. He knew what he longed for was impossible. He served her, nothing more, never would be. She was so beautiful. Stupid, stubborn bear. Give up on women, you should have learnt by now.

He had advised her to sail to Westeros long ago, in Qarth, after he had refused Varys' pay and turned his back on his pardon. Now he saw that the time to return was now, with an army, and a large portion of the gold of Astapor. He and Ser Barristan had been hard pressed to get her to agree to take it. She had wanted to leave it for the freed slaves who called her Mother, but they had persuaded her to take some. He and the old knight had had many late-night discussions on returning home, and had decided that despite the might of 8,000 Unsullied and two companies of her Freedmen, the Queen needed more men. The question was where to find them. The rumour that the Golden Company was once again unemployed had caught their attention. Selmy had been reluctant at first, as they were founded by Blackfyres not Targaryens, but had eventually come around. But the Golden Company never remained unemployed for long, and never broke a contract once made. They would have to act fast.

He still wasn't quite sure what to make of Ser Barristan Selmy. The man was undoubtedly a great knight, but had served on Robert's Small Council and in his Kingsguard. The two had met in private to discuss their flaws. Selmy knew about Jorah's work for Varys, and Jorah knew he knew. They had agreed never to mention it, and in exchange Selmy would be Lord Commander and Jorah would never mention his part in the Usurper's reign. So the uneasy stalemate between them had begun.

The only thing the two of them agreed on was that the sooner they returned to Westeros the better, but the Queen did not seem to have the drive. They marched slowly, and she planned on liberating Yunkai and Meereen also. They had advised her against it, but she had shown her teeth and dug in her heels. He glanced at Selmy, who nodded.

"My Queen."

"Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan."

"We wondered if you might consent to discuss an alternate plan?" Selmy was always so cautious and correct.

Her exasperation was clear. "Very well, but I warn you, my mind is not easily changed."

"Your Grace, you know you need more soldiers."

"Yes, Ser Barristan, and I shall find them in Yunkai and Meereen. I have two companies from Astapor alone, Yunkai and Meereen are larger cities, this will give me more men."

"Khaleesi, you need real soldiers. Your freedmen are loyal enough, but they have no training."

"So we must train them, Jorah." Gods she was stubborn.

"That will take too long. You need them now. The time is ripe, the Lannisters and Baratheons squabble over the realm like dogs with a bone. If you return now, people will look to you in the chaos, you will fight a realm divided. If you leave it too late, you will fight a realm united. You must go home."

Selmy joined in again, "Your Grace, you need more men. The Golden Company have just finished a contract, we must hire them before they are gone again."

"Hire sellswords? I would feel a lot safer if my half my army followed me for a reason other than gold."

"The Golden Company are different Khaleesi. They were founded by the Blackfyres and are mostly exile Westerosi. I served with them for a time, they will know me. They have never broken a contract so we must act fast."

"Let me think on it." That meant no.

He shared a look with Barristan. They both knew that she would need to leave Slaver's Bay, and soon, or it would be too late.