05x08, 'Hardhome'
For weeks, this is all he's dreamed about. An audience with Daenerys, a chance to make amends.
But it's nothing like he's imagined.
Daenerys sits high above him, queenly, flanked only by Missandei. He wonders where the others are.
She offers no explanations. Speaks directly to Tyrion Lannister.
The dwarf has a smart tongue. He's seen that already on their travels together.
He uses it to devastating effect now.
He cannot be by your side when you do.
There's a sheen in Daenerys' eyes. A ripple of emotion that belies her almost impassive face.
She's still hurt. Still raw.
But she lets none of it show.
Listens to Tyrion's wise counsel.
Gives her verdict.
Remove Ser Jorah from the city.
The Unsullied move to carry out her command without hesitation.
Does she expect him to fight back, to beg for forgiveness? Her hands are clasped so tight in her lap that het knuckles pop white.
His heart screams at him to do so.
But his brain has frozen. He feels numb all over, as if he has been dumped into the frigid snows of the North.
He lets them lead him out into the harsh sunlight. When he's alone, he pulls back his sleeve to check that little patch, growing ever larger like a gluttonous dragon devouring everything in its wake.
He doesn't have much time. He can never return to her services, but his only wish before he dies now it to gain her forgiveness. He will do whatever it takes.
Right now, he can only think of one destination. It might not have a happy ending, but he's beyond caring.
There's no chance of a happy ending for him anymore, after all.