Sister's Keeper
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A/N: As you all know, on April 28, 2019, Season 8 Episode 3: The Long Night. A lot of characters died. May we have a moment of silence for the fallen who gave their lives for humanity. . .
Now, I want to address that in fanfiction the Characters who died in the Long Night may or may not perish in my story. I wanted to point that out. When you read this, please do not leave a review that will spoil others who haven't watch the episode.
Chapter 30: The Betrayal
Alysanne's POV
I shot up awake having a nightmare that felt so real. My throat was tight, body tensed while at the same time trembling. My breathing hyperventilating. Sweat covering my body. Everything felt so cold, even though the air was warm. The sudden motion caused Jorah to wake as he sat up and looked at me confused.
"Alysanne," Jorah cautiously murmured, carefully putting his hands on my shoulder. "Breathe."
I tried to breathe, but I couldn't. It was like my throat was constricted to suppress a scream. The dream…no…nightmare felt so real. I was up in the sky, along with Daenerys on our dragons, including another dragon rider. All around it was dark as night while down below was a fortress surrounded by fire and snow. Inside the fortress was a tall white tree with red leaves. But that wasn't the only thing that was happening, as men of different ethnicities guarded the keep while across the field was a mass of darkness until a blizzard poured over impossible to see. Daenerys swooped down on Drogon, while Viserion and Rhaegal took to the sky. That was when I saw a dragon made of ice. It soon became a dance of the dragon, until Viserion was entangled with the ice dragon when all of a sudden, I was falling. Rhaegal attempted to catch me, as his dragon rider reached out. In all the darkness and snow, the face of Rhaegar cried out my name.
However, I fell to my death and the moment of impact woken me.
It felt so real.
"You're freezing," Jorah said shocked, after touching my shoulder.
Jorah tried talking to me. Yet the shock had a tight hold. Unable to respond to him. Instead of fetching for a healer, Jorah adjusted himself, so he was behind me. He wrapped his arms pressing me to his form while securing my head to his chest hearing his heartbeat.
"Follow my breathing, listen to my heartbeat," he murmured.
He took a deep breath, causing his chest to expand then exhale. His heartbeat even at a steady pace. I listen carefully, attempting to mimic his breathing. After a while, my body calmed down and breathing back to normal. Gazing out through the balcony, it was still night time as the stars cover the dark sky.
"Thank you," I mumbled.
"You want to talk about it?" he offered.
I shook my head, "Just another nightmare."
"From the Undying visions?" he guessed.
"Something like that," I mumbled.
I haven't had a nightmare so realistic that it woke me up like that since arriving at Astapor. I assumed the nights from the House of the Undying Stop because they have happened or I understood what they meant. Otherwise, my dreams were simple, the rare visits from Visenya, or simply nothing. Although, the dream of the House with the Red door pops up. The life in Braavos, only I was an adult watching a little boy trying to climb the tree. He had a fair complexion, vibrant golden-white hair that appears more gold, and indigo eyes. He would shout for me to watch him until spotting someone shouting "Dad!", Jumping down and rushing to the entrance. Before I could see the man's face, I would wake.
"You know you can tell me anything," he reminded.
However, I don't tell him everything. I don't tell him about my dreams that weren't related to the Undying visions. He doesn't know of the Braavos dream. And I will definitely not tell him about Visenya. If I told him that I've been communicating with my ancestral aunt who's preparing me for the Great War, he'd think I've gone mad. But this dream…
I sighed curling into his chest, "I was in somewhere cold, it was a new moon night, and a blizzard consumed a land where a fortress was. Center inside was a white tree with red leaves. The dragons were big enough to ride. Daenerys rode Drogon into the darkness while I was on Viserion flying into the blizzard with Rhaegal and his rider. The rider whose face resembled Rhaegar. We were searching for something until we were fighting against a fourth dragon made of ice. It attacks Viserion…he tried fighting it off…it happened so fast…one minute I was on Viserion and the next I was falling. The third dragon rider tried to catch me…but it was too late."
"It was only a dream," Jorah assured, combing my hair.
"Real enough to freeze my blood," I sighed, then the thought occurred. The man who resembled Rhaegar. I had to ask, "Whatever happen to my brother after the Battle of the Tridents?"
Jorah tensed, securing me in his hold, "He was given a traditional Targaryen funeral. On a pyre surrounded by his loyalist. Once his body turned to ash, Lord Jon Arryn had his remains kept in the Great Sept of Baelor, next to his family."
"So, there is no chance he is still alive," I sighed. "Foolish of me to think of such silliness."
"We all wish to see our fallen loved ones," Jorah said.
I simply nodded then yawned.
"Rest, Alysanne," he murmured kissing the top of my head. "You have training."
"Already exhausted from you in bed," I jested.
His chest rumbled as a chuckled escape his lips. He may not have the same endurance when he was younger, but his years of experience has made him skillful. Not once have I gone to bed without being satisfied. Leaning up I gave him a kiss. Nothing passionate, but loving and gentle. He kissed me back in the same manner before sleep consumed us. The nightmare vanished, leaving us in peace.
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Missandei's POV
The translator of Naath decided to wash by the river with all the other ladies. She knows she has access to the Apex baths in the pyramid. However, all her life she bathed by running water. It brought small memories of bathing in the stream with her two brothers while her mother tried to corral them both clean. She sighed, knowing her family was dead. When the pirates took her, her mother was sick, her father was killed, and her two brothers turned Unsullied before they were bought to Qohor guards. It was best for her to think they were all dead instead of wondering if they were still alive or not.
She stripped in the women section, as the free woman stripped, washing and bathing. Many who said, it was hard to break a habit. Especially on a lovely sunny day. She smiled, washing her skin in the soothing water. Afterward, grabbing her traveling clothes and began to wash them as well. As she was doing so, she felt eyes on her. She knows it wasn't one of the ladies who were busy in their wash.
Looking up, she saw a head floating at the curve of the stream. Missandei realized it was Grey Worm. His face neutral, yet the way his dark eyes stared at her stirred something inside. When he realized he was caught, he tried looking away but stopped continuing to stare. The translator nervous, stood up allowing him a full view of her body, though kept the cloth over her private. When there was no physical reaction that she could see, she covers her chest. Grey Worm gasped, ducking into the water swimming away.
Missandei found it strange. Back in Astapor the Unsullied showed little interest to women. When in rotation, they acted like any person was not there except for a Master. Many women in different attires did not catch their attention. So, to see Grey Worm appeared…interested…flattered her. Since he stares was not of lust. Although, she knows the Unsullied are bound to the spear and shield.
Once done with her wash, she made her way back to the Pyramid to greet her Queen and Khaleesi. Alysanne was manipulating Daenerys hair into braids. Missandei noticed there were some shadow under her queens' eyes and wonder if she was not sleeping well again. Her thoughts were interrupted when Daenerys insisted on doing her hair. Missandei kindly declined by the princess insisted.
Giving up, Missandei sat on the lounge while Daenerys started manipulating her frizzy hair to form a band.
"Something is on your mind?" Alysanne asked.
"It's nothing, your grace," Missandei assured.
Alysanne leaned over taking her hand, "In private when not in service you are free to be yourself."
Missandei sighed, as she told her ladies what transpired at the river.
"You think he was spying on you?" Daenerys asked.
"No, not spying," she answered.
"The Dothraki think outsiders are ridiculous taking shame in the naked body. They make love under the stars for the whole khalasar to see." Daenerys added.
"Yes, Your Highness," she mumbled.
"But you are not Dothraki," Daenerys concluded.
Missandei looked down, "No."
"Well, I don't see why it matters. Grey Worm isn't interested." Alysanne said. "None of the Unsullied care what's under our clothes."
"He was interested," she mumbled.
Both Dragon sisters paused looking at her. Both saying, "What?"
"I believe he was interested," she repeated.
"When the slavers castrate the boys, do they take all of it?" Daenerys asked.
"All of it?" She asked, not sure what the princess meant.
"The…the pillar and the stones," Daenerys clarified.
Missandei paused trying to remember what Master Kraznys said. On some occasions, he mentions cutting off their balls, but on other times the crude master said they were now women.
"I don't know, Your Highness." She said.
"Well, if I recall correctly, castration is the removal of the testicles. Emasculation is the entire genitals. But over the years…everyone says castration." Alysanne said.
"Haven't you ever wondered?" Daenerys asked.
The Naathi paused, "Yes, your highness."
She was curious in why Grey Worm was interested in her. Over the months from their lessons, he was opened to her about his opinion…in his kind of way. Since the Masters stripped away his personality from the years of abuse. However, she could see so many emotions in his dark eyes.
All day was spent aiding Alysanne. The Great Masters try to make things difficult for the Dragon Queen by writing their letters in Ghriscari or mixed between Ghriscari and Low Valyrian. Missandei was happy to translate. Even helping the Queen write a dictionary, should Alysanne need to read a document and Missandei was not here to help.
By afternoon, she was dismissed to enjoy her leisure time. Missandei made her way to the Audience Hall, knowing it was a quick route to the Apex. The Audience Hall was empty, no guards since it wasn't a supplicant day. Just as she reached the middle platform, she heard footsteps.
"Missandei," Grey Worm called out.
The Naathi turned facing Grey Worm who stood at the bottom of the steps in his usual armor. He looked down ashamed, like a boy who was caught stealing a sweet.
"I have come to apologize," he apologized.
"You don't need to apologize," she assured him.
"I hope I didn't frighten you," he said.
"No," she said.
Grey Worm looked up at her, "The lessons you give I in Common Tongue, these are precious to I."
"To me," Missandei smiled, couldn't help but correct him on his grammar.
"To me," Grey Worm repeated.
"I don't remember teaching you the word 'precious.'" She said impressed.
"Jorah the Andal, he teaches I . . . He teaches me this word."
Missandei nodded, then a thought lingers with the Dragon Sisters. "Do you remember the name you were given at birth?"
Grey Worm shook his head, "I remember nothing. Only Unsullied."
"When they cut you, do you remember that?"
Grey Worm shook his head.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes. "I'm sorry they did that to you."
"Why?" he asked. "Why sorry?"
"It's a terrible thing to do to a boy." She explained.
Grey Worm walked up to the steps till standing on the lower platform, "If the Masters never cut me, I never am Unsullied. I never stand in the Plaza of Pride when Alysanne Targaryen orders us to kill the Masters. I never am chosen to lead the Unsullied. I never meet Missandei from the island of Naath."
He looked into her eyes, seeing the twitch of surprise while her face kept its composure.
"I am sorry . . ." He started then stopped. "For today, I am sorry."
He bobbed his head then turned to leave.
"Torgo Nudho," Missandei called out using his Valyrian name.
Grey Worm stopped looking at her.
"I'm glad you saw me," she said.
"So am I," he replied, a twitched of his lip as if he tried to smile but couldn't. With nothing else to say, he left to go on patrol.
Missandei stood there grasping what she has said. She knows her queen will allow her and her army the choice in how to live their lives. They were no longer slaves nor do they have a contract. If there were something to form between her and Grey Worm, they would almost have everything else a full future of their own flesh and blood. Having her terrible experience in physical intimacy, she would not mind that.
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The Two Knights POV
Ser Barristan was attending the extraction of the guilty party of Great Master's bodies. The Unsullied carefully removed the corpse from the posts onto the carts where the remains will be taken to the Temple of Graces. The older knight would have recommended mercy, so all the men were alive. But he was proud of the method Alysanne went. She answered injustice with justice, by giving the Great Masters a trial, finding evidence and allowing men to petition on the accused behalf. It was not an accurate trial, but Ser Barristan knows his Queen will learn and perform it correctly the next time.
Seeing that the Unsullied had this handle, he started making his way to the Great Pyramid.
"Ser Barristan," a boy called out.
He stopped turning around to see a lower-class boy. At first, he thought the child might have a curious question. Ever since resigning in Meereen, children who were able to learn Common Tongue would come up to ask about knights and his homeland. The Bold doesn't mind sparing a moment to see the awe in a child's eyes.
"Yes?" Ser Barristan replied.
However, he was handed a scroll. Ser Barristan could tell by the shade in color of the scroll it was not from Ghriscari or this far east province. Since Ghriscari paper held a yellow tint to it. It appeared to be from the west.
"Who sent you?" he asked.
The boy turned the scroll around revealing the red wax seal with the sigil of the Hand of the King. Ser Barristan took it then looked at the boy who ran away. Realizing it was one of Varys's little birds. The older knight broke the seal and read it. What he read was a declaration pardon signed by Robert Baratheon on the year before he died. It wasn't addressed to him since Robert Baratheon was dead when the once Lord Commander of the Kingsguard left Westeros. It was addressed to Ser Jorah Mormont.
Ser Barristan the Bold took a deep breath. This was not good. As his Queen was happy in her relationship with Ser Jorah. He could see it every time they were together. It reminded him of his old infatuation with Lady Ashara Dayne. Even though they could never be together since he was a sworn brother of the Kingsguard, relinquish his right of marriage and fathering legitimate children. But that one week during the tourney at Harrenhal was enough. Now the pardon laid suspicions on why Ser Jorah was given it. Knowing the exile knight left Westeros to avoid execution after selling slaves. The Bear knight earned redemption seeing Jorah fighting for their queen. Unfortunately, Barristan is bound to protect the Queen, even it will cause pain.
Instead of going to Alysanne, he went to search for Ser Jorah. It's the decency he can do for the knight.
Meanwhile, Jorah was at one of the lower terraces examining a map. He was getting a head start on preparation for their return to Westeros. It may be years, but Jorah wants to be prepared on presenting ideas for Alysanne. As she stated many times, it's better to be three steps ahead. Jorah's thought lingers to his lover. Thinking about the nightmare she had. It had him slightly concern in the risk of dragon riding but knew there is nothing that will not stop the Dragon Sisters from riding when the dragons are big enough. Already, Drogon was the size of a horse. Still, the moment Alysanne woke with fright, he felt her skin being ice cold as if she was in snowy weather.
Ever since Qarth, Jorah noticed a change in his Queen. Whatever she saw in the House of the Undying, these visions were devastating that she is taking every precaution. He tried to convince her that they were nothing but illusions conspire by the warlocks…until the news of the Red Wedding arrived.
You may find Westeros a more savage plan than you remember, he thought.
As long as he is by Alysanne side, he will protect her with all his worth. She was the blood of his blood. Making that vow since Vaes Dothrak before Viserys death. The woman who stood against her brother-husband as he pointed a blade at Daenerys pregnant belly, only to be shoved into the fire not having a single burn. And what happened to Daenerys when she walked into Khal Drogo's funeral pyre and be found unharmed the next morning with three baby dragons. Jorah thought of himself as a cynic, but after what he has witnessed in the past couple of years, he believes in everything.
He glanced at the map of Meereen, analyzing the Narrow Seas until stopping at King's Landing. It would be a five-month journey unless the winds were on their side. All they need are enough ships and armies to secure a stronghold to sack King's Landing and the Crownlands. Footsteps could be heard, as he looked up seeing Ser Barristan walking over.
"Ser Barristan," Jorah greeted.
"Ser Jorah," Barristan replied.
"Have I forgotten a council meeting?" Jorah asked.
The two barely socialize, the only time seen together is during Alysanne's training, the Audience Hall, or a council meeting. Since Jorah knew the older knight frown upon his intimate relationship with the Queen. Even though it was Alysanne, who asked Jorah to stay in her chambers.
"No," Barristan answered, handing him the scroll.
Jorah glanced at it, until seeing the red wax seal with the Hand of the King sigil. He felt his heart stopped and a tightness in his stomach. The last time he saw this parchment was in Vaes Dothrak, after burning the content when choosing the Dragon Sisters over his pardon. It can't be the same one. It has to be a trick. Jorah glanced at Barristan who held a solemn face.
"What's this?" Jorah asked.
"A royal pardon signed by Robert Baratheon," Barristan answered.
Jorah picked it up and read the words. It looked exactly like the previous one. Including Robert Baratheon signature. So, unless the Crown was smart to make copies or this document was forged. Jorah tried to keep his composure, though small twitches and hands shaken could be noticed.
"You spied on them," Barristan accused.
Jorah took a deep breath, "Who gave you this?"
"Does it matter?" Barristan replied having a hand out requesting the document back.
Jorah stared at him and his hand, before conceding giving it back. "Have you told her?"
"I wanted to tell you first, man-to-man, rather than go behind your back," Barristan said.
"Let me speak with her in private," Jorah requested.
"You'll never be alone with her again," Barristan promised. Giving a look that if he tried anything, he would kill Ser Jorah without hesitation. As much as he respected the exile knight in protecting the Sisters…this document confirms his belief that Jorah is not worthy of being by Alysanne's side.
The exile knight stood there watching Ser Barristan leave to inform the Queen of this treachery. He felt his world crumbling apart, that he would lose the woman he loved over a selfish decision before he got to know her. There may be some things Alysanne and Daenerys could forgive, but if they ask if he told Varys about the pregnancy…it would be the end. Rhaego was their chance to keep the Targaryen name alive since Drogo had no last name. If Jorah hadn't given this report, the assassins wouldn't have come, the Poisoner wouldn't haven't attempted to kill them in the Western Market. Khal Drogo wouldn't have seen the assassination attempt as an omen for war, and they wouldn't have gone south collecting slaves to trade with the slavers. They wouldn't have raided the shepherd village where they encounter Mirri Maz Duur.
Jorah took a deep breath knowing he needs to come up with an excuse. He loved Alysanne with all his heart. Far more than his first wife or Lyneese. A gentle heart with a warrior spirit.
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Alysanne's POV
I was in the terrace gardens with Daenerys as we were going over her lessons about Westeros. We accumulated books from a merchant. Once they were tested not be laced with poison, we went over its subject. As usual, Daenerys hated learning. She knows how to read and write; however, Westeros is not what Viserys or I remember. It has changed. It's best to know the Seven Kingdoms instead of going there with an empty mind. We were going over the history of the Reach when Ser Barristan came over.
"Ser Barristan, your house sigil is three stalks of wheat on a brownfield, does that make your House a Reachmen?" Daenerys asked.
"Stormlander, Your Highness," Ser Barristan corrected. "A common misconception of House sigils that are plant-based. Harvest Hall is in the Dornish Marches by the border."
"Oh," Daenerys said, fluster in her mistake.
I chuckled since it was a common misconception any coat of arms that have plants are from the Reach. Then I noticed Ser Barristan did not laugh. At first, I thought he was sparing Daenerys from her embarrassment. However, he had a serious look. One about difficult news.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
Ser Barristan handed me the scroll. I took hold of it and noticed the wax seal with the pressed mark of the Hand of the King. For a second, I thought it was an offer from Westeros, by the current Hand of the King by Tywin Lannister. Except that is not what I read. No, it was a pardon for Ser Jorah Mormont. Signed around the time we were in the Dothraki Sea. It does not give the contents in gratitude for the pardon. Only that it was signed by Robert Baratheon. I felt like somebody punched me in the chest.
"Is this real?" I whispered.
"In my years as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Lord Jon Arryn made it a habit to make three copies. Robert Baratheon did the same. This is one of three." Ser Barristan explained.
"It's signed the year we met," I managed to say. "During your time in Kings Landing was there any mention of Ser Jorah? Or any of the Mormonts."
"No, your grace, not from my position," Barristan confirmed.
"It could be a ruse by the Lannisters," I tried to believe.
"It might be, but we won't know unless he is confronted," Barristan advised.
I took a deep breath knowing that is the case. Doubt it would be wise to confront him privately; otherwise, the emotions I'm feeling now will summon Viserion in and kill the man. Reading the pardon one more time, I stood up.
"Summon Ser Jorah and the council into the Audience Hall," I ordered.
"As you command," Ser Barristan said, with a bow.
Daenerys stood up staring at my concern, "Alys…what's going on?"
"Ser Jorah might have betrayed us," I whispered.
I felt my heart tightening hoping this was all a lie. A trick by the Lannisters to get rid of my most loyal general. I pray to the Seven; it was that. However, unless he confirms this document isn't forged, I can't think of him as my lover. Still, my thoughts linger that I could have been sleeping with the enemy. Ever since Vaes Dothrak, I confided to him with things I could not say to Daenerys and Missandei. Let my emotions open and heart to him. I was in love with him, but have not said the words feeling like it was too soon.
And now…it would be a lie.
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In the Audience Hall, I sat on the ebony bench. Daenerys and Missandei stood behind me while Ser Barristan and Grey Worm on the middle platform. Guards were in position, as a precaution if things get out of hand. It wasn't long as Ser Jorah entered the room. Instead of taking the lower platform where the supplicants stood, he partook the steps in between. He stood there, hands behind his back nervous.
"Why did the usurper pardon you?" I asked.
Jorah hesitated before saying, "If we could speak alone."
"No, speak to me here," I said. "Explain it to me."
"Who do you think sent this to Meereen? Who profits? This is the work of Tywin Lannister. He wants to divide us." Jorah explained. "If we're fighting each other, we're not fighting him."
"The pardon was signed the year we met." I reminded. "Why were your pardoned? Unless you're saying, this document was forged."
He paused staring at me yet his blue eyes showed fear, "It is not forged."
I clenched my hands, "Why?"
"I sent letters to Varys, the spymaster of King's Landing."
"What was the content of these letters?"
"Information."
"What information?"
"When you, Daenerys, and Viserys arrived in Pentos. His plan to marry Daenerys to Khal Drogo. When they were married. When your brother died." He listed.
"You told him I was carrying Drogo's child?" Daenerys asked, joining the conversation.
"I…" he started.
"Yes or no?" Daenerys demanded sternly.
"Khaleesi," he tried using her Dothraki title.
"Don't call me that," Daenerys snipped. "Did you tell him I was carrying Drogo's child?"
Jorah looked down, "Yes."
I stood up walking down the steps until was near his level but still stared down on him. "That wine merchant tried to poison us because of your information."
"I stopped you from drinking his wine," he defended.
"Because you knew it was poisoned," I countered, glaring into his eyes.
"I suspected," he said, lips trembled and eyes water.
"You betrayed us from the first," I managed to say feeling the anger stirring inside me.
"Forgive me," Jorah begged, bowing before me. "I never meant…please, Alysanne, forgive me."
"You sold our secrets to the men who killed my father and brother, and stolen my family's throne…and you want me to give you?"
"I have protected you… fought for you, kill for you," Jorah pleaded the same time I spoke.
I glared at him feeling the tears running down my cheek. He saw the tears and looked down ashamed.
"I have loved you," he whispered.
"Love?" I gasped. "Love? How can you say that to me?"
Knowing that Ser Jorah was a traitor and a risk for my campaign in returning to Westeros. The worse was that he did not tell me this before. If he had confessed to this misdeed in the beginning, I would have forgiven him. Demote him from the position, and allow him to earn his way back to the chain of command. Was that night in Astapor his attempt to tell me the truth? Either way, it has been many years and the damage being done.
"If you were someone else, I would've had you executed. But you, I don't want you in my city dead or alive," I declared. "Go back to Kings Landing. Collect your pardon, if you can. Enjoy your new position as Lord of Bear Island."
Jorah stood up, reaching over, "Alysanne, please."
I smacked his hand away, the sound of impact echoing across the stone chamber. Jorah was shocked by this.
"Don't ever presume to touch me again or speak my name," I warned. "You have until dusk to collect your things and leave this city. If you're found in Meereen past break of day, I'll have your head thrown into Slaver's Bay."
Jorah was bewildered, slightly nodded.
"Get out," I seethed. "Now."
Unable to resolve this, Jorah stepped down and left to fetch his things. I ordered Grey Worm to follow him to be he doesn't do anything that might be suspicious or an act of revenge. Daenerys came over to give a hug, but I shoved her away walking up the steps to the council room wanting to be alone. My heart shattering that the man I love was a spy. Once inside in solitude, I fell on my knees and sobbed.
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Jorah's POV
Jorah was escorted to the royal chambers as Grey Worm, and three other Unsullied stood by and watch. Not having much time before dusk, he put on his armor and took his pack filling it with his personal items. He felt numb inside, knowing he caused pain to Alysanne. The look on her face, the tears were enough to show the damage was done. Tywin Lannister won a battle, even though it was set years ago back in Robert's Baratheon reign. Before he fell in love with the Dragoness.
Grabbing his sword, he stopped, seeing it as the blade that will always protect her. So, he left it on the bed. Jorah would have left a letter; however, Grey Worm informed him dusk was approaching. Sighing in defeat, he left his sword and left the royal chamber with his things. The Unsullied escorted him to the base of the pyramid where his horse was ready, with supplies. With dusk fast approaching he mounted his horse and left Meereen.
Exile from his home for the second time.
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Alysanne's POV
I stood at the balcony watching Ser Jorah leave the city. Not once did he look back. When he was out of sight, I stood there watching the scenery as the tears continue to fall. Memories of our years together, from the travels through the Dothraki Sea to now. The moments where our relationship started. When I thought I could find happiness, it was taken away from me again. I guess a Queen can never have true love.
By night, footsteps could be heard, knowing they were soft I assume it was Missandei or Daenerys.
"Your Grace," Missandei announced herself.
I did not respond.
Missandei came closer, "Can I bring you something to help you sleep?"
I did not respond.
"Forgive me for disturbing you," she whispered.
"Never betray me," I said.
Missandei looked at me, "Never."
Afterward, I went inside to my chambers. There I saw the sword on the bed. The sword he had since going into exile. The sword that fought for the Golden Company, fought for the Dothraki, fought for Daenerys and me. It killed the blood rider Qotho, it killed many soldiers during my campaign. The sword that was the extension of his arm. I walked over and picked it up. The tears and sobs returning.
A sound of crackling could be heard from the roof. Not long after Viserion climbed in through the balcony. He sensed my distress through the bond. Setting the sword down, I ran over to him hugging desperately. Viserion nudges me down, wrapping his wing around me in protection.
At least I can trust Viserion.
We all had been dreading this. The day when Alysanne learns the truth of Jorah's betrayal.
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