A/N: Prompt: Soon.
03x03, 'Walk of Punishment'
Tonight, Daenerys is unsettled.
Ser Barristan's hesitation she can understand. He has been with them a few scant days. He knows nothing about her other than her name. He doesn't know the journey she has been on, the strength she has found within herself to overcome all obstacles that have been placed in her way.
But Jorah does.
Today he'd still doubted her.
To say she is cross is an understatement. Even when he disagrees with her, he never does so in front of anyone else, and never with such misgiving in her abilities.
It stings. Which makes her more determined to focus on her anger, for she doesn't want to think about why it should hurt so much.
Usually Jorah joins her for supper in her quarters, but tonight she has snubbed him, choosing Missandei alone. The other woman is intelligent but shy, no doubt still a little uncertain about the whole situation. Daenerys doesn't blame her. Nor does she think she will have made the situation any better. Jorah's uncertainty has left her quiet in her irritation.
Tomorrow is a new day. Her sharpness with them—if you ever question me in front of strangers again you'll be advising someone else—has left them suitably chastened. And she will spread her dragon wings, prove to them all that she is not a silly little girl playing a game.
Soon they will all understand.