A/N: Prompt word: Jealous.
01x08, 'The Pointy End'
As soon as Mago collapses to the floor, blood still gushing from where his throat had been, Daenerys breaks free of his delicate hold on her forearm and bolts towards her husband.
Jorah feels the pang instantly. A stabbing feeling right in his gut.
"My sun and stars," he hears her murmur, reaching out to touch Drogo. There are speckles of blood all over his face and blood dribbles from the arakh cut over his pectoral, but Daenerys pays it no mind.
The lamb woman, the healer, comes forward and offers her services. Qotho spits at her feet and then strikes her, but Daenerys has found her voice, her fire, and demands to be listened to.
She wants Drogo's wound tended to. He insists that it's nothing more than the bite of a fly, but she will not be moved on that point. And so he softens, and allows her.
And that strange beast in Jorah's stomach rears its head, unfurls its wings; it's almost dragonesque in its ferocity.
Lynesse never fussed over him that way. She was only ever interested in what he could give her. He sold his honour to give her fine silk dresses, and in the end it had been for naught. She had left him for another man, and he had been left with nothing.
After that, the only thing that mattered was getting home.
Until now. Until Daenerys.
And he doesn't want to speak the name of that bear roaring in his stomach, but denying it does not make it any less real.
He'd been so sure that he would never feel the same way about a woman again like he had Lynesse, but Daenerys Targaryen has proven him to be a liar.
And she makes him feel the same way that Lynesse did, lost in the shadows of other men who are better in so many ways than him.
She isn't cruel with it. Won't even realise, for it's not her duty to do so.
But that doesn't make it hurt any less.