Sister's Keeper
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones
A/N: This chapter is rated M for sexual content
Chapter 24: The Bear and the Maiden Fair
The Wise Masters surrendered when I entered the city and met with the head of the Master Family in the golden pyramid of Qaggaz. Although, some Master families escaped during the siege by ship. Some have sent sail to Volantis. One, in particular, was Razdal mo Eraz who fled. Abandoning his father Grazdan mo Eraz speaking of his surrounded along with other. I know I have my work cut out before me in establishing order in a council for Yunkai. The Slaves were free, many will leave with food, clothes, property, and money that they can carry. However, there are others who are unable to leave not sure where to go. So, I will make sure they receive the property that the Masters own.
Actually, Daenerys took that responsibility. Just as she did in Astapor, she establishes hostels and galley for the liberated slaves to attend too until arrangements are made. If we to free the slaves, trust the Masters on their word, and just left, no doubt there be fingers cross and the Masters go back to their practice. Therefore, we must ensure that the Valyrian Freehold standards are back in orders. If there must be a labor of work, then there must be compensation like any trade.
After a long day of meeting the Wise Masters, had stressed me to the point of exhaustion. I have met stubborn people before. But between the Dothraki, Qaathi, and Astapori, the Yunkish are by far the most arrogant and stubbornness people in the world. The Good Masters, they don't hold back on their character, insult you as is and yet can waver like any businessman. The Wise Masters, they were corrupted, they can smile at you and spin an insult that sounded like a compliment.
So, when dinner was over, I went to my temporary chambers to rest. I consider taking a bath, but since it was late, I did not want to disturb the servants here. Apparently, slaves were not worthy in working inside the pyramid, so the servants of lower born maintain the pyramid with pay and accommodation. Although, there was much caution as the Unsullied guarded the area preventing an assassination attempt.
Once in my chambers, I walked over to the window glancing out to the viewer seeing the torches lit. The past view nights, I managed to observe the sunset. Only tonight I missed it. Seeing the sun setting to the west providing day to Westeros. On the other side of the world was home. A continent at risk of an unknown threat far greater than who sits on the Iron Throne. I won't lie, a part of me wants to claim the Iron Throne for it was my birthright. For I have a claimant, as does any Noble House with King's Blood. But it is not because of power. No, there is a sentimental purpose of my ancestors where great kings once sat. Another thing was, it was my duty and obligation to protect the realm.
King Aegon the Fifth, my great grandfather, had work hard to establish the Targaryen Dynasty. He was a benevolent ruler. The people loved him because he spent his youth as a squire for Ser Duncan the Tall. He tried to make reforms, granting of rights and protection for the smallfolk. Yes, his reign was filled with many uprisings, yet he put his efforts for the people. The only mistake Aegon the fifth had was trying to bring dragons back. I want to be a good ruler; I don't want to please the lords of Westeros. I want to please the people. The people who provide the labors of food, animals, and construction. My years in exiled showed me what the world does to the lower class, and I don't want the Westeros to feel that.
Sighing, I removed my jewelry, freeing my hair, and changed into my nightgown and robe. Not feeling tired, I sat on the window ledge with a glass of wine watching the view. A slight celebration could be heard from the free folk. Right now, my campaign will stay here for a month or so to secure the Yunkish politics before leaving for Meereen. From what has been said about Meereen, is that they are more stubborn than a mule.
Along with their turning of succession. Based on the information provided, the Great Masters switch families on ruling the city. No one is a king for long, but the dominant Master. Still, from what I heard there are a million slaves there of different trades most consisted of labor.
I know I never had an actual experience of being a slave. But a part of me I felt like I was when Ser Willem died. Always moved about, never knowing what home was. And when Viserys raped me and forced me to marry him, I felt like a bed slave. Regularly abused and tormented in order to protect Dany. Even Viserys said he will let forty-thousand men and their horses fuck me if it got him an army. Now those changes to that monster are gone. Chains…I want to remove from others as well. However, this was dangerous campaign. One wrong move and the liberation will fall back into slavery.
I sighed, thinking about a poem.
"They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end.
The hills that split asunder and the black that ate the skies;
The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned;
Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned –
The city of a thousand years and all that men had learned;
The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned."
"The Doom of Valyria," a voice said.
I snapped out of my trance to see Ser Jorah standing there. "You startled me."
"Forgive me," Jorah said. "I knocked and heard no response. Daenerys told me I should come in anyway."
Lately, I'm starting to notice a habit of Daenerys sending Jorah to my quarters or tent. As much as I enjoy Ser Jorah's company and care for him genuinely, there are times the Mother of Dragons gets involved. If I didn't know any better, I assumed my sister is trying to play matchmaker. Sadly, there won't be a need for that since Jorah and I are aware of our feeling.
"If you want me to leave, I shall," he offered.
"No, you can stay and share a glass of wine with me," I said, standing up and walked over to the table to pour him some wine. "Don't worry, it's our wine."
Ser Jorah nodded, understanding the precaution in drinking wine or other liquids since Vaes Dothrak. Even if Robert Baratheon was dead, what are the chances Joffrey Baratheon or his Small Council is still sending assassins or the offer going? Let alone, I sacked Yunkai and Astapor. If the Wise Masters are petty, what are the chances are they will try to kill me. When Jorah got his wine, we headed to the balcony getting a view of the city.
"Any reports?" I asked.
"A few," Jorah answered. "Several Masters family are not complying the new laws of freeing the slaves and their compensation."
"Well then, we shall pay them a visit tomorrow," I said. "They can either live in the new world, or they can leave Slaver's Bay with the property they can carry."
Jorah nodded taking a sip of the wine, "Your Sister with the help of Missandei has got the hostels arranged. She seems to enjoy charity work."
"She does have a gentle heart once she sees it," I agreed.
"You worry of her?" he asked.
"She is a Khaleesi of a small Khalasar, and I think her experience of power with Drogo has made her forget on occasion of who sits on the Iron Throne," I answered. "Also…the possibility lurking of madness to stir."
"Alysanne, from what I have seen, you and Daenerys show no signs of madness," he assured.
"That's the thing, it may come since birth or later in life," I said, of this repeated discussion. "My father didn't go mad until he was twenty."
Jorah sighed, knowing I had a point there.
"Either way, I have to keep an eye on her. She is my heir unless I have a child in the future," I said.
Jorah took a large sip of wine from that masking his face from the golden goblet. A House needs an heir, I am that heir and Daenerys is a spare. We are the last of the Targaryens in name and blood. Sadly, if I were to have a child without marriage, the bloodline will continue, but the child will be considered a bastard by the other houses. If my child was conceived through marriage, then he or she will inherit their father's name. There have been rare occurrences if the husband renounces their name to keep another house that is near extinction. However, as history recalls kings can legitimize their bastards. Either way, I need to secure a dynasty when we sail back to Westeros. No doubt, once I take the Iron Throne Houses will try to offer marriages. But I will not follow traditions. As traditions are the ones that almost killed me.
Seeing Jorah, a bit uncomfortable of the subject, I changed it, "Any other reports."
"None, Grey Worm and the Unsullied have secured the city. Guards have been doubled in preventing any intruders, and your sister is secured." He said.
"Secured enough to keep Daario away?" I asked.
"I believe so," Jorah muttered.
"He did help up win Yunkai," I sighed taking another sip of wine. "However, I don't like his open infatuation on my sister. It's barely been six months since Drogo's death, and she is still recovering from her post-pregnancy."
I tried to suppress the memory of Rhaego being stuck, and the midwife told me to stick my hand inside Daenerys vagina in order to get him out. There was stitching involved, far severe than the standard delivery. One that will take more than three months to heal from.
"Don't forget, he killed his commanding officers," Jorah added. "What are the chances he will betray us to earn more gold."
"That is why he is not part of my council and will have to earn his way up," I said. "You and Ser Barristan earned your place. Grey Worm is my commander. Missandei is my translator and informer. I still find it strange that a Tyroshi would be out this far east."
"Aye," Jorah agreed.
We continue to drink our wine enjoying each other's company. As time went on, Ser Jorah shared some of the stories from his past. Telling his adventures in Essos, from Volantis and other Free Cities, as he travels far East as Vaes Dothrak. As he talked, hearing his stories, I stared at him, seeing his physical form. A man who was nearly twenty years older than me. Hair fair and fine, as it matched the slight beard that was growing into stubbles, but still strong and fit. He was tall and muscular than most men his age, after many years as a knight and a sellsword. His tunic slightly open showing bits of hair on his chest, along with scars. One scar that stood out the most was the one on his neck. The recent scar from his duel against Qotho. He took the risk to prevent the blood rider from disturbing the blood magic being performed by Mirri Maz Duur. Although he was against witchcraft, the risk of the dark arts unleash upon the khalasar was a dangerous. This past year he has done so much for Daenerys and I. Guiding us, protecting us, and serving us.
During our drinking, I asked Jorah to sing me a song from Westeros. He was a bit nervous until he softly sang The Bear and the Maiden Fair:
A bear there was, a bear, a bear!
All black and brown, and covered with hair.
The bear! The bear!
Oh, come they said, oh come to the fair!
The fair? Said he, but I'm a bear!
All black and brown, and covered with hair!
And down the road from here to there.
From here! To there!
Three boys, a goat and a dancing bear!
They danced and spun, all the way to the fair!
The fair! The fair!
Oh, sweet she was, and pure and fair!
The maid with honey in her hair!
Her hair! Her hair!
The maid with honey in her hair!
The bear smelled the scent on the summer air.
The bear! The bear!
All black and brown and covered with hair!
He smelled the scent on the summer air!
He sniffed and roared and smelled it there!
Honey on the summer air!
Even his voice has captivated me. A crisp raspy voice with a northern accent. For some unknown reason, I felt attracted to him. In the beginning, my attraction was towards his behavior, character, and merit since joining us as our companion. Now seeing him without severe survival situations and without his armor…was a significant difference.
Jorah finished the song along with the goblet and sighed, "It's getting late, Alysanne. I shall let you go and rest."
I snapped out of my trance, "Oh, is it that late?"
"It appears so," Jorah replied. "Unless you want me to stay a bit longer."
I tried not to blush. The wine is getting to me. "If you need to rest, you are free to go."
We stood up, as I escorted Ser Jorah to the door. He stopped and turned around facing me. The awkwardness returning, since a few days ago I kissed him. As a token of my affection.
"Well, good night, Alysanne," Jorah said.
"Good night, Jorah," I replied back, leaning up and giving him a kiss. Not a peck but a kiss.
When I pulled back his blue eyes widen once more not expecting it. I chuckled slightly seeing the power I have over him. However, I did not expect him to cradle my cheek and looked me in the eyes filled with much emotion. Not long after, he leaned down and kissed me. The tickle of his beard tempted me to dash my tongue along his lips. Tiny hairs pricked teased at my skin. Warmth suffused my senses as the tender contact thrilled through my system. Shiver bumps coursed my arms.
It happened so fast, as my arms wrapped around his neck while his hands went to my waist. The pressure of his hands finding my hips urged me to make the kiss firmer. I closed my eyes and sank into him. His solid broad chest clashed against my own. One of his hands slid up my back and eased me against his body. His tongue dashed along mine asking permission. I gasped slightly opening my mouth granting access as he slid his tongue.
I felt like I was losing myself in him. Strip away my clothes and inhale his heat into my skin. His kisses were not forceful; the presence I could not deny. Jorah's kisses showed me he takes what he wanted yet to return with equal measure. He was a man. He was not Viserys, not my brother that I did not feel disgusted. Other than wine, there were no tricks in potions or opioids. When we pulled back to breathe, I stared into his blue eyes filled with longing. His right-hand cradles my cheek again, his thumb strokes my jaw as he waited for me to respond.
Are we rushing things? Seriously, I don't know the proper ways of courtship. All I knew of romance was through songs and literature. Seeing it from afar but never in person. Spending five years as a sister-wife and denying myself a romantic connection with Viserys after he struck me. And yet, I was not in Viserys's arms. No, I was in the arms of Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. A man who went through the same struggles as I. Those blue eyes filled with emotion, having feelings for me. I don't know why he would be interested in me. I was a Targaryen, an nth generation of incest. Trapped under the shadows of my father, the Mad King. I committed sins that go against the old and new religions.
"Alysanne," he whispered.
My heart raced, hearing how my name falls off his lips. Warmth consuming my veins and want. The decision has to be made. Do I end the night as a passionate kiss and take our time or be selfish and take this night? Jorah was allowing me to decide if we continue or stop. He was not forcing me or pressuring me. I know the proper way is to stop and take our time to build an emotional connection. At the same time, my campaign could kill us any day. Should I do the right thing or be selfish. I already took the elixir from Lys, let alone conception was difficult for me.
"Stay," I mumbled.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
I nodded, for I was sure. I want to feel alive even if it's just for a moment. To feel a man who was not of blood. The unknown of death is inevitable, and I don't want the Stranger to come and take me while the man I slept with was Viserys. Jorah looked into my indigo eyes seeing the lust and care. He nodded and did something I did not expect, as he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me on the bed and crawled over my body. I pushed his shoulders down, turning him onto his back and climbed over him. I worked on the fasting of his kilt and tossed it aside. Next coming up, untying his shift and glided my fingers over his chest. The short fine hairs were soft and fair, but that didn't disguise the hard muscles that pulsed with his movement. Seeing all covered in scars here and there.
I leaned down and kissed his chest. Jorah propped on his elbows and kicked off his boots. Not long after, pulled me up to a kiss. His tongue dashed across my lips, and I followed, pressing my mouth to his and our tongues dancing. He only tasted of wine. Lost to his lips, as his fingers ran over my arms and shoulders, where he clutched my hair beside my jaw and held me against his deep and lingering kiss. The command of him deepened my desires and melted my defenses. I straddle his hips, pulling back to breathe, Jorah unfastened the robe revealing the slip I wore. Next, his hand went to the hem of the gown.
"May I?" He asked.
I felt warmth in my cheeks from blushing and nodded. Lifting the skirt up, until over my chest and off. I straddle him naked. Only to feel uncomfortable wondering what he would think. I wasn't curvaceous, basically thin as the area of bones stick out from the long travels and rations. Jorah didn't seem to see it that way, as his eyes linger on my body.
"I know it is not much," I mumbled. "Probably had better women…"
"None as beautiful as you," he murmured, as he finished taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. Revealing more scars on his arms. He took my hands, and together we removed his pants, exposing the landscape of his lower abdomen and a thick tuft of coarse hair. Unable to resist, I gazed at his member seeing his size and blush deepen. It was big. Bigger than Viserys. There was a saying a Northman was endowed than the south. I questioned if that was going to fit.
Suddenly, with his arm around my waist, he turned us around, so he was on top. I chuckled slightly, not expecting as I laid there wondering what he will do. Bowing his head, he kissed the top of the scar and then glanced up at me when I gasped. Nervous I was, to be with another man in premarital sex. Afraid I would not satisfy him. Jorah seemed to disagree, as he leaned back down and started kissing my breast while a hand gently cupped the other. The knight kisses my breasts with licks and gentle nibbles and when he took a nipple in a suckling squeeze, I moaned, digging my fingers into the sheets. His other hand clasped the finger pinching it. He sucked the nipple and pinched gently then none-to-gently causing to me gasp and arched up. When he pulled back, I open my eyes thinking he was going to go to the next step, except he switched giving the same treatment. The tickles of his scruffs intensified every touch, coursing shivers through my spine. As he did this, I felt something hard pressed against my thighs.
And when he slid his hand down my stomach, over the hairless mons, his finger slicked across my swollen clit causing me to jerk. Until he slid his finger inside me. I gasped, since his finger was big, along with realizing I was aroused and wet. Jorah soon pulled back from my breast, kissing his way down my stomach as his hand felt my body. Lower he went as he moved one of my legs.
"What are y- "I couldn't finished, shock by the sensation as he parted my folds with his tongue. Skating his tongue upward, he circled it around my swollen clit. A moan escaped, falling back to the pillow closing my eyes of this act. He sucked the tender bud while his fingers moved inside me. Not able to control my hips as they rocked against him and fingers clenching the sheets. So new to this causing me to squirm. Not long after he added another finger, increasing the pace, yet gentle stroke. Pumping his fingers as if it were his member and licked my clit. My thigh squeezed his head, and heels slid and gripped the bed toes curling. With a twist of his finger, something snapped sending me over the edge in euphoric bliss.
Body tensed slowly recovering, as I panted covered in sweat from his lips and tongue on my core. Jorah pulled back, as he leaned up and cradle my cheek. I open my eyes staring into his blue orbs. To climax like that…by his finger and tongue was different. I can't remember the last time I came like that or even if I did. And yet, he did that after the first try.
"Do I have your consent?" He asked.
I smiled softly appreciating that he was asking for consent. Viserys wouldn't ask, he would take and not have care except for his release. Still, out of breath, I nodded giving him my consent. Jorah gave a small smile, as he got into position, between my legs. Taking hold of his member, he nudged it against my entrance and guided himself inside me very slowly. A gasp escaped my lips while he groaned, bowing his head. My walls adjusted to his size, feeling the tension, after a year of no intrusion. After a moment, he thrust slowly, testing the waters. I moaned wrapping my arms around him bringing him close, feeling all of him inside and out. Jorah pushed deeply, slowly, gliding in and out of me. Causing me to dig my nails into his back and moaned.
Jorah took this as a good sign as he thrust deep. Pumping faster as the bear took hold as an animal in heat. Not long after, he took my leg wrapping around his waist changing the angle that causes him to strike something that sent a wave of pleasure through me. His name leaving my lips. I was so astonished, feelings things I haven't felt before. Opening my eyes seeing Jorah eyes filled with determination, jaws clenched, while groans and grunts slip his lips. I pulled him down for a kiss consuming his breath.
Time seemed to vanish until his fingers slid between us and took my clit tweaking it. I cried out, which he silences with his lips as my body tensed coming again. My walls clamp around his member, while I arched into his form, breast pressed against his chest. Lost in the sensation, hearing Jorah groaned as his thrust became erratic, pounding his way. His member grew in twitched when suddenly he pulled out and came. Jorah collapsed on top of me, panting as he fell limp.
I panted, recovering from my orgasm while keeping him close as a shield. I was overwhelmed, never feeling like this. Feeling satisfied and not falling into the sunken place. Not denying myself pleasure. Finally, able to enjoy the act of sex and not feeling disgusted by it. Jorah adjusted himself, rolling off me and panted. I turned facing him, seeing sweat coating his skin. Then again, we were both soaking wet from the climate and the act itself.
"Jorah," I breathed.
He stared at me a bit cautious not sure what I was going to say.
I smiled softly scooting closer and pecked him on the lip, "Thank you."
A smile lifted his lips, "My Queen."
"My bear," I replied back.
We both chuckled slightly then sighed exhaustively in what we did. I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest.
Jorah did the same as sleep took hold of us.
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Jorah's POV
Jorah is woken up when the sun touched his eyes. Giving a slight yawned, he opens them turning some to see he was not in his chamber but lying next to his queen. Alysanne was asleep, her back turned to him as he got a view of her long hair. Jorah traced the strand seeing the natural curls not being confined in braids. Noting, the shade was not the usual Targaryen silver-gold, but more of a gold and white. Another thing he noticed along her neck he saw a scar. A sliver of white on her fair skin.
The exile knight thought about the discussion on where she got it. Where an assassin in during her youth attempted to slit her throat from ear to ear. A frown formed, wondering how many times Alysanne suffered in King Roberts fury. But he remembers that his queen is strong. No matter how much she endured, she would get back up and stand her ground.
It surprised him that Alysanne let him in her bed last night. He was aware Alysanne cared about him deeply. When she kissed him in his tent before the sacking and their interactions in conversation. But never in his life, he would think that this young queen would hold interest in him. He was older than her, roughly twenty years older, but that didn't seem to bother her. Seeing she is one about character than appearance. So, he put his experience in pleasing her. Growing up on the philosophy that a woman should come twice before his own. Although, he must confess she had endurance. At first, Alysanne was nervous, which Jorah assumed she expects him to take her there. Yet the exiled knight made sure to remind her he was not Viserys. Showing pleasure from his encounters over the years in pleasing a woman.
All Jorah could do was be thankful to lay here with Alysanne in his arms. Deep down he knows he is not a perfect suitor for her. He was not from a Great House, he committed a crime, and killed many people as a sellsword. He currently has no lands or riches, since declining his pardon.
Will you betray her again, Jorah the Andal? Will you betray her again? Quaithe voice whispered in his head from a memory.
Never, Jorah thought.
Even though he has betrayed the Targaryen siblings since arriving in Pentos. Spying on them, reporting it to Varys's little birds in the hope any news can bring him home. His act of betrayal was telling Varys spy in Qohor about Daenerys Pregnancy. He prays his past doesn't come back and bite him for it. Alysanne was worth everything. A leader with a gentle heart, filled with determination and honor. Unlike Viserys who talked about the Iron Throne, Alysanne took her campaign for freeing the people, thinking what is best in the sake of humanity. When she took the whip from Kraznys and command the Unsullied to attack the Masters at the same time showed mercy…shows a true ruler.
If he were to die, he would die for her.
Alysanne stirred as she stretched waking from her slumber. She sat up, causing her mane to cover her body while stretching causing a slight crack. Not long after she turned facing him, surprised then smile.
"You stayed," She said.
"Aye, I did," he murmured.
A small smile lifted her lips as she leaned down and kissed him. Jorah savors the kiss. Taking as much as he can before they leave this room. When they leave, they will be Queen and General. As Jorah knew his lover wasn't very open in the public view. He loved her, and he knew she cares for him. Hoping those feelings will grow.
So in this version Jorah is in his forties not fifties. Jorah is more TV series than Book version. So yeah, just wanted to pointed it out.
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