"Tohru," said Lucoa, "have you noticed something's up with Jorah recently?"

Tohru looked across the Great Hall as Jorah entered. "He certainly seems happier," said Tohru.

"He's got...what was the word?...swag," said Lucoa.

Tohru laughed. "Yeah, I suppose he does. But Daario though."

"Defeated," said Lucoa. "Mopey, doesn't flirt with anyone anymore. I'm getting worried about him."

Missandei entered, followed by Dany. Dany took the seat at the head of the room. It wasn't a throne, exactly, but it would do for now. Tohru had spent the entire morning getting the room ready for Dany's first day as Queen of Meereen. She had rolled out a red carpet to make a center aisle and hung Targaryen banners along the walls. She even painted a mural of Dany's accomplishments so far. Dany hugged Tohru, "This is beautiful! I can't believe how quickly you can do such things!"

"You deserve it!" Tohru beamed. "Now, would you like some breakfast? What would you like?"

"Ohhh, I don't know," Dany started.

Missandei interrupted. "I'm sorry, Dany, but you have two hundred supplicants waiting for you. Is a lavish breakfast really necessary now?"

"TWO HUNDRED?!" they cried.

Dany sighed. "I suppose not. Tohru, if you could just bring some fruit and bread I can eat while I answer these, that would be great."

"Alright," said Tohru. "Damn!"

The Queensguard stood by as one by one, the supplicants came in and made their requests. Among them was a man who claimed his goats had been roasted by the dragons. Dany looked to Kanna, whose job was to tend to the young dragons. Kanna apologized on behalf of the dragons. They had been hunting on their own for a while now, but now that the group settled in a more populous area, they were still learning the difference between wild and domestic prey. She promised she'd go out with them next time to help them spot the difference.


The women gathered for a hot bath the next night. Tohru opened a bottle of wine and poured Dany a generous cup. "To the Queen!" she toasted.

"To the Queen!" they responded, lifting their cups.

"So," Dany started, "Kanna?"

"Yes?" Kanna responded.

Dany giggled. "Are you sleeping with Ser Jorah?" Tohru wretched. "Oh, Tohru, stop," Dany ordered. "I love it. You guys are perfect for each other."

"Oh, thank you," said Kanna, blushing.

"That's where that swagger came from!" Lucoa said. "It makes sense now. Congrats!"

"Speaking of swagger," said Missandei, "Daario sure has come out of his funk."

Now it was Dany's turn to blush.

"Oh, nooooooo!" Tohru cried. "Dany, why?"

"Well gosh, Tohru, I haven't had any since Khal Drogo. And he's good at what he does. Very good."

"So you're going to marry Daario now?" Tohru asked.

"Oh, goodness, no," said Dany. "It's just a thing."

"Yeah, Daario is definitely not marriage material," agreed Lucoa. "I'd say Jorah is. So, when's the wedding, Kanna?"

Kanna laughed nervously. "I haven't thought that far ahead. Let's just focus on the here and now."

"Hold on," said Dany. "Can you two have kids?"

Kanna looked to Tohru and Lucoa. They shrugged. "I don't know," said Tohru. "The issue has never come up."

"Really?" said Dany. "Huh."

"Oh gods," said Kanna. "I didn't think about it at all. That can't be possible, can it? I mean, I'm a dragon. Dragons lay eggs."

"YOU LAY EGGS?!" Dany cried.

"No, but I would if I get pregnant, right?" Kanna said, looking to Tohru for clarification.

"Yeah," said Tohru. "She'd lay eggs."

"Even if she got pregnant in human form?" Dany clarified.

Tohru threw up her hands. "I don't know! This wasn't an issue before. We didn't do this with dudes before."

Lucoa busted up laughing. "Can you imagine a half-human half-dragon child hatching from an egg?"

"Not possible," said Tohru dismissively. "...Right?"

"Let's find out!" Lucoa said.

"NO!" the girls cried together.

"We take precautions," said Kanna. "I don't think Jorah is interested in having children."

Missandei sighed.

"What's wrong, Missandei?" Dany asked.

"Nothing," said Missandei. "I'd like kids one day, is all."

"Well, from my understanding, it's not hard," said Lucoa.

"Well," Missandei said, taking a giant gulp from her cup, "you see, it's a problem if the person you want to have a child with is Grey Worm."

"Why's that a problem?" Lucoa asked.

"No balls," said Tohru.

"Ohhhh! Right! That is a problem!" Lucoa said.

"Awwwww, Missandei!" Dany squealed. "Do tell more!"

"There's no more to tell," said Missandei. "He's certainly good looking, and very kind. But..."

"But the Unsullied have their desires beat out of them," finished Dany.

Missandei sighed again. "I'm not so sure," she said. "Last night, I was taking a bath by myself, and Grey Worm saw me."

Dany shook her head. "So?"

"He looked...interested," Missandei said with a giggle.

"NO!" Dany gasped. "How?"

"Hold on, I have another question," said Lucoa. "So the Unsullied have no balls. Do they have no dick too?"

Dany and Missandei looked at each other. "We don't know," said Dany.

"Huh," said Lucoa. "Well, Dany, you did not only free them, you've given Grey Worm more autonomy than any other Unsullied. Perhaps he's gaining back his humanity."

"That is definitely my goal," said Dany. She smiled at Missandei. "Look at us, finding love in Meereen." Tohru coughed. "Okay, fine, Kanna and Missandei are finding love. I'm finding really good orgasms."

"SO AM I!" Kanna blurted, and the girls fell into an unending giggle fit.


Since Kanna had begun spending nights with Jorah, and Dany with Daario, Tohru and Lucoa were now roommates. One night when Lucoa was out drinking with Shouta, Barristan Selmy knocked on Tohru's door.

"Ser Barristan?" she asked. She was wearing only her white, silk robe.

"Ser Tohru," he said, averting his eyes from her breasts. "If you don't mind, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Sure," she said, changing her clothes with a magical gesture. Tohru now wore a green tunic with brown leather pants and a matching corset. Barristan entered her chamber.

"Tohru," said Barristan, "there is something I know that has been weighing heavily on me. I hope that I am correct in sharing this burden with you. You have been with Dany the longest out of all of us. I believe you will be the best in counseling me in how to proceed."

Tohru sat down on the bed with a mixture of anxiety and pride. In the short time she had known Ser Barristan, she had developed the utmost respect for him, and was honored to know that the feeling was mutual. "Okay," she said. "What is it?"

He sat beside her. "When I first caught up to your group in Astapor, I was surprised to see Ser Jorah with your group."

"Okay?" she said.

"How much do you know about his background in Westeros?" asked Barristan.

"Oh, is this the slave thing? We all know about that. He's been forgiven," said Tohru. "Is that all?"

"No," said Barristan. "I certainly wish that were all. You know, I was a part of the Kingsguard in Westeros. I served under the Baratheons. And throughout the entire time, Ser Jorah was in communication with King's Landing."

"Like...as friends?" Tohru asked. "I'm confused. I thought they exiled him."

"Oh, he was, but that didn't mean they forgot about him, especially when they realized he could be of use to them," said Barristan.

Tohru shook her head. "To the Baratheons? But Jorah is our friend. He's been Dany's most constant companion next to myself."

Barristan sighed. "I know. Which is why the decision to mention this at all to anyone has been tearing me apart inside. I see the respect you all have for Jorah. And I must admit, I can find no fault against him. I have been unsuccessful in catching him in the act of sending communication back to Westeros. But I know it happened. That's how I was able to find you all when I left myself."

"Wait," said Tohru, connecting the dots. "You're telling me that Jorah has been telling Dany's enemies where she is and what she's doing?"

"You've seen for yourself the assassination attempts against her," said Barristan.

"Which...Jorah has on multiple time prevented," said Tohru. "Barristan, I'm confused."

"I am too," said Barristan, "but I can't unknow what I know. And he did this, Tohru."

"Jorah was in love with Dany before he got with Kanna," said Tohru.

"Was he now?" Barristan asked. "If you think that men won't try to get to our Queen through her heart, then you are sadly naive about the nature of men."

Next door, they heard Jorah knock on Kanna's door. The two lovers laughed happily in greeting. The door closed. Tohru hung her head.

"We need to tell Dany," Tohru said. "We have to. She deserves to know, and Jorah deserves a chance to respond to these accusations."

"That's what I was afraid of," said Ser Barristan gravely.


Jorah and Kanna were blissfully asleep in their chamber. Ser Barristan knocked on their door.

"What time is it?" Kanna murmured, rubbing her eyes. The morning sun was pouring into the room from the window.

Jorah opened his eyes and admired the way the sunlight played against Kanna's delicate skin, white hair, and bright blue eyes. Her horns poked out of her disheveled hair, now that she no longer needed to hide them. He remembered the first time he had seen her true form looming over him on the Great Grass Sea. She had been beautiful then, too. Terrifying, but beautiful.

Jorah pulled on some pants and walked to the door. "I'm sorry, Ser Barristan. We were up a bit late last night."

Kanna threw her pillow at him, and the force caused the pillow to burst against his back, and he fell forward into Barristan. The men resteadied themselves. "Ser Jorah, you'll want to get dressed. The Queen needs to see you in the Great Hall."

"Okay," said Jorah.

"Kanna," said Ser Barristan, "you too. Get dressed."

"Barristan, what is it? What's wrong?" asked Kanna.

Ser Barristan, the usually proud knight, stared at the ground. "Tohru will explain everything," he managed to say.

Kanna and Jorah looked at each other in alarm. Ser Barristan closed the door. "Jorah, do you know...?"

"I'm not positive," said Jorah. After fully dressing, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.

"I'll follow you," said Kanna. "If she sends you somewhere. I'll insist we go together."

"I doubt our Queen would be so cruel as to separate us," said Jorah.

She searched his face. "There's something you're not telling me, Jorah."

"I promise you, there will be no secrets between us," he said. He put on his armor. "But first, our Queen is waiting."


Kanna, her eyes red from crying, dressed in black and entered the great hall where Dany was questioning Jorah. The rest of the Queensguard was already there at Dany's side. They all silenced and stared at her when she entered.

"Kanna," Jorah started. "Kanna, help me."

"Is this what you were going to tell me?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "I'm so sorry you had to hear this way. All of you. I should have been honest from the beginning."

Kanna nodded, then looked to Dany. "What did you decide?"

"I'm so sorry, Kanna," she answered. "I know what he means to you. But I can't."

Kanna nodded again. "I understand."

"Kanna," Jorah started.

"Don't," she whispered. "Go, Ser Jorah." He reached for her hand, and she jerked it back. "I WISH I'D NEVER MET YOU!" she snapped, and tears started spilling out of her. "You've done nothing but cause pain and problems for me since I met you. And for our Queen! Just leave, please!" He stared at her, numb. "You heard the Queen. GET OUT OF HERE!"

He hung his head. "Okay," he said weakly, "but I'll never regret that I came here and met you, beautiful and terrifying Kanna. And that for a brief time, I served the amazing Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, and Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea."


Jorah exited the gates of Meereen. He took one last look back at the great pyramid in the center, with the Targaryen banner swaying gracefully in the breeze.

"Ser Jorah Mormont?" a female voice asked timidly. Jorah spun around. It took him a while to notice her, a woman with brown hair and draped in seaweed. She ate what looked like chunks of raw fish with two sticks out of a box.

"Umm...yes?" he said cautiously. She didn't look threatening, but she didn't look normal either.

She beamed. "Impressive! I am shocked at how smoothly things are going on this side of the sea, even with four foreign entities in the mix. So Kanna didn't fight for you?"

Jorah winced at the mention of Kanna. "Who are you?" he snarled.

"Oh, sorry," said the woman. "Never fear, Ser Jorah. You are right where you need to be." She put down the box of fish and picked up a very thick book. She'd placed a piece of dried seaweed in the pages. "Hm. Yes, right on schedule. Oh, excuse me. My name is Elma."

"Elma...ELMA!" he cried. "Kanna brought you here."

"Oh, and good thing she did! Four, no, five foreign characters in a fragile world? They have no sense, no sense at all! But I have the master plan. I am going to make sure everything goes right on track."

"Master plan? On track? What are you, the Drowned God?"

Elma laughed. "No, Ser Jorah, I am no god. I merely believe, unlike the others, that we oughtn't meddle where we don't belong. I am shocked, I really am, at how normal things are here! Now, Westeros on the other hand...oof! I need to intervene immediately. Would you like to help me?"

"Help you? Help you do what, exactly?"

"Keep the world in line," said Elma. She flipped through the book. "It looks like you are free for quite a while to do something off the books. I need a favor in Westeros."

Jorah sighed. "What, exactly, do you want me to do?"

"Remove Shireen Baratheon."

"Remove...WHAT?! NO!"

"But she's not supposed to be alive!" Elma whined. "Maybe you don't have to kill her. Just get her out of where she is. I know it seems like a silly thing, but that tiny detail could throw the whole story off track! Jorah, the fate of your world depends on this!"

"An innocent girl? I think not," said Jorah.

"Nobody will even notice," said Elma. "They don't realize...ugh! I can't explain it to you, but this could be the most important thing you ever do."

Jorah drew his sword. "No. Go back to your world. Just what is that book, anyways?" He grabbed at it, but Elma ripped it back out of his hands. He only saw the first three words of the title: A Song Of.

"Spoilers," she said. "Sorry."

"How can a book tell you the fate of a world?" Jorah asked.

"It's told me everything so far," said Elma. "You meet Dany at her wedding. You're spying on her, but then you fall in love with her, so you decide to help her instead. Accurate, yes?"

He gulped. "Yes."re

"Now Kanna, she might have actually improved your story." She flipped ahead many pages. "Hm, this is the weird part where it changes from prose to television script. Yes, this is interesting. I can't wait to see if that still happens in the same way." Elma closed the book in a huff.

Jorah shook his head. "You're crazy. You should go."

"I can't," sighed Elma. "I'm not allowed to travel between worlds. But that's just as well. My father is proud of what I'm doing here."

"Goodbye, Elma," said Jorah. "I can make my own way from here."

"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be in the ocean. Just holler," said Elma.

He nodded and turned to leave, but one question nagged at him. "Elma? Can you just tell me one thing?"

"Yes?" she answered cautiously.

"Dany. Does she make it to Westeros?" Jorah asked.

Elma hesitated. "If you tell someone their destiny, they will spend their whole life in one of two ways: trying very hard to make it come true, if it is positive, or, if it is negative, they will spend their whole life trying to avoid it. Either way, the prophecy becomes true. It does no good now to tell you Dany's fate. I just need you to do whatever it is in your little heart that you feel is right. It will lead you in the right direction."

"You're sure about that?" Jorah asked.

"With you, yes," said Elma. "Let me deal with the outliers. You're sure you won't help me in Westeros?"

"Kill...or remove Stannis's daughter? No, I will not," said Jorah.

"Fine," said Elma. "You're probably right. That has potential consequences for you that are quite unbecoming of your character." She opened the book again and balanced it on her knee, with the box of fish on the other. "So long, Ser Jorah."

"Goodbye," said Jorah. He walked away feeling strangely empowered.