A/N: Prompt: Fragment.
03x08, 'Second Sons'
Jorah is roughly shaken from sleep.
He's disorientated and caught unaware, fumbling in the dark for the dagger he keeps under his pillow.
"Jorah the Andal, Khaleesi wants to see you."
He recognises the guttural Dothraki language. Struggling into a sitting position, he lights a candle. The dim light flares across his tent, lighting the man's grim features.
"Is there something wrong?" Jorah asks him, stretching across for his sword. Terrible scenarios run free in his mind—Daenerys has been hurt, he wasn't there to protect her…
"She didn't say," is the reply. "She wants the old man and the eunuch too."
It will take some time for Grey Worm and Ser Barristan to gain the hardy Dothraki's respect. Jorah nods and thanks the other man, keeping his fist tight around the pommel of his sword as he traverses the camp to Daenerys' quarters.
He stops short when he sees its occupant. Draws that sword with his blood humming with apprehension.
"What are you doing here?" he growls, his eyes darting for Daenerys' whereabouts.
That cocky little shit—Daario Naharis?—merely smirks at him, plucking a grape from its bunch. "Easy, friend."
"I'm not your friend," Jorah snarls.
"Pity. I was hoping we could be good friends now that I'm joining you."
"I won't ask you again: what are you doing here and where is the queen?"
Before the Tyroshi can answer, Daenerys appears from the back of her quarters with Missandei.
Jorah snaps to attention at once, waiting for the command to throw this foe out.
But his sense of stability fractures and fragments as she says, "It's true. This is Daario Naharis and he's joining our cause."