A/N: Prompt: Listen.
03x04, 'And Now His Watch is Ended'
They've made camp miles from Astapor.
Jorah weaves his way through the chaos, making his way towards Daenerys' pavilion at the front of the column. He's been tasked with ensuring that things run smoothly, alongside Ser Barristan, and now they're almost done, he's using it as an opportunity to speak with Daenerys alone.
He has much to say.
When he reaches her pavilion, he finds Missandei there, but Daenerys absent.
"Where is the queen?" he asks her.
She's a little skittish around men, but she seems to have softened to him just slightly. "She's just at the crest of the hill."
"You get some rest, if you'd like. I'll make sure Her Grace makes it back safely."
He leaves her there, turning in the direction of the hill. It's only a gentle incline and soon he's crested it.
There's a breeze, rustling the errant strands of silver hair that have escaped from her braids. Above her, her three dragons circle like birds; she's got her head tipped back to watch them.
He clears his throat to let her know of his presence.
"Khaleesi," he says. "Everything's ready."
She tears her eyes away from the sky. Gods, she is breathtakingly beautiful with the setting sun bleeding into her cheeks. A true Targaryen queen.
"Very good," she says, but lingers on him. "Is there something else?"
"Yes." He takes a tentative step forward, coming to a rest at her side. She doesn't stop him. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. Sorry for doubting you, for not listening to you. I never should have. I promise you, I will never question your judgement again."
Daenerys grins up at him, a brilliant thing that lights up her entire face. "I'm very glad to hear that, ser. Because I didn't want to have to find someone else to advise me. All things considered, you've done a very good job. And I wouldn't be here without you."
"That's not true," he protests.
She gives him a wry grin. "We both know it is. You don't have to be coy, ser."
"Still, I should have known better. How come you never told me you could speak Valyrian?"
"It's never come up." She smirks. "And it was fun to make such an emphatic point."
"You've got a flair for the dramatics," he teases, but sobers. "And a touch of genius."
"Now you're just flattering me."
"Never," he says softly.
She turns towards him.
Drogon chooses that moment to swoop back down to earth, landing with a thud in front of them. He cranes his neck and screeches, the sound echoing, spreading his wings. Showing off, Jorah thinks wryly. Daenerys reaches out her hand and strokes the scaly underside of his jaw. Seeing the attention he's getting, Drogon's brothers are quick to join him, each jostling for position. Daenerys jerks her head and Jorah reaches out a tentative hand of his own, joining her in petting a dragon.
And all is right in their world once more.