I Don't Own Game of Thrones, the Song of Ice and Fire or any of their Characters

Daenerys' Predicament

Daenerys takes each step with extreme care. She feared that if she were to make any sideways move, she'd lose whatever composure she had left. Not that she didn't have the right to scream her heart out. Her world's been turned upside down due to the fact that her stupid older brother had gotten himself into another financial crisis.

But his crisis quickly turned her crisis. £10,000 the fool had borrowed without even considering the possibilities of what would happen if he couldn't pay it back. He'd concluded that the only way to pay it off would be to barter her off in exchange. Which was a complete and utter betrayal that she could barely fathom.

Which was what brought her here. Because of a promise she had made from her childhood, she agreed to go and live with a complete stranger for an entire month. Which could mean anything. The man's name was Jorah Mormont. A stranger who was apparently wealthy enough to loan that kind of money about. He was also handsome. But still a stranger to her nonetheless.

A shine caught her eye and she then noticed his car. It was its familiarity that made her pause. It was an electric silver Ford C-Max Hybrid "I've seen this car before." She narrowed her eyes at the man when he popped open the trunk in silence. "This morning in fact." He remained silent as he placed her bag inside. "Outside of the cafe." Still nothing. Finally she'd had enough. "If I'm going to be staying with you for an entire month to do only heaven knows what, the least you can do is answer my questions!"

He shut the trunk and looked at her over his shoulder. "There's more than one?"

She crossed her arms. "I'm serious."

"Very well." He closed the trunk and walked to the left side of the car, opening the passenger door. "If you please."

Uncrossing her arms, she begrudgingly makes her way over. Muttering, "'Don't get in car with a stranger.' They said. Look at me now." She swore she heard him chuckle after he'd shut the door. Her glare never left her face as she buckled herself in and waited for him.

He shut the door and turned the key in the ignition. When he noticed her raised brow he turned to her. "Yes?"

She tilted her head towards the buckle. "Put your bloody seatbelt on."

His gaze swung down and he laughed. "Ah, concerned for me are you?"

She scoffed. "Hardly. I intend to come back in one piece and if you drive without your seatbelt, those chances slim down."

"Right." The playful tone had left his voice. He started the car and backed out of the driveway. Once they were on the road, he said, "You mentioned that you had questions."

She cleared her throat. "Yes. First, was it you that was parked outside the cafe this morning?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yes."

"How long were you there for?"

He thought for a moment. "A half an hour at the most."

She tightened her jaw. "So you were waiting for me then?"

"Yes."

Her hands curled into fists. "Have you been following me? If so, then how long?"

"I am not a stalker." He bit out. "So no, I haven't been following you."

That had to be a lie. "Then am I supposed to believe that it was a coincidence that you just happen to show up at both of my places of employment?"

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "You're right on it not being a coincidence. However, I felt it was necessary to know your routine."

"Why?" This was starting to really get on her nerves.

His grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly. "During your stay, I will be driving you to and from work."

Her jaw dropped in astonishment. "I beg your pardon, Sir, but I'm a grown woman!"

That brought a smirk to his lips as he cast a glance at her with appraisal. "So you are. And a beautiful one at that." He chuckled. "I may be old, but I'm not blind."

She immediately brought her arms up to cover herself, nevermind the turtleneck. "Anyway, I am perfectly capable of getting myself to work without trouble."

"I'm sure you can." He said, looking back at the road. "Be that as it may, while you are with me, I will be taking you to work. If I am for some reason unable to do so, I will send for someone to get you."

She cleared her throat. "Is there any point in arguing with you?"

He chuckled. "No, because I usually win."

"You won't win too many with me." She promised quietly.

"I've been looking to meet my match."

"How did you know where I worked?"

"Your brother."

She grunted. "Of course. What do you do?"

"Do?"

"For work." She clarified. "What do you do for work?"

He sighed. "I'm a civilian consultant for Scotland Yard."

"Oh?" This was in fact rather interesting. "What field exactly?"

"Homicide."

"Ah. Murders, fantastic." She mused.

"I prefer that over sex crimes." He shuddered. "Too much of that will ruin someone."

"And this helps you afford a £10,000 loan to someone? I should see if they're accepting applicants."

He could sense her sarcasm and let a ghost of a smile touch his lips. "It pays well, but not that well. My father was a CEO of a major business company in France. That in turn had many other sister companies as well. Still are successful to this day. He sold a few after he retired. They still make plenty of money to this day."

"Mormont is your last name, yes?" At his nod, she continued. "You wouldn't be related to Jeor Mormont, would you?"

"He was my father."

"You…" She pointed at him. "You're Jeor Mormont's son?"

"I am."

She shook her head to clear it. "Small world."

"I suppose it is."

"Now here is the most important question."

"Go on." He encouraged her.

"When did you and my brother agree to use me in exchange for the money?"

His gaze hardened. "A little over a week ago was when he made the offer. When the payment was due. I'd only accepted it just recently."

She kept silent for several seconds before she found her voice. "And he just gave me up like that?"

He snorted. "Not before groveling on his knees, begging for more time."

"You weren't going to hurt him, were you?" She enquired. He may be a traitorous coward, but he was still her brother.

"No." He assured her. "I was just going to turn him in to Scotland Yard."

"What did he do with the money?"

He let out a regrettable sigh. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"He offered me to pay off a debt in exchange so he wouldn't go to prison." She said through gritted teeth. "Yes, I want to know."

"Cocaine." he muttered.

The tenseness left her instantly. "What?"

He clicked his tongue. "Your brother used the money to buy a brick of cocaine. He intended to break it, sell it off for several hundred pounds per ounce."

"Are you serious?"

"It worked for a while, then he got careless." He rolled his eyes. "He tried showing off to his mates by giving them some "samples". They in turn told their friends and so on and so forth. Next thing you know, he was out of produce, and he spent the money he'd already made on lottery tickets."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "So, am I hearing this right? Viserys borrowed money from you, used it to buy cocaine, game some away for free, ran out, and then spent the rest of the money on lottery tickets?"

"That is exactly correct." He confirmed.

She bit at her nails. "That bloody idiot! No wonder he got scared when you threatened to report him. Drug possession with purpose to distribute is a serious crime." She laughed. "And he rather see me staying with some man to save his own ass."

He tensed again, "Daenerys⎯"

She held up her hand. "Please, I don't want to hear any more. Can you just drive?"

He nodded. "Of course."

They were both silent for the rest of the trip. Which took about twenty minutes before something caught her eye. It was a large mansion. "Good God, is this your house?" It was Victorian Manor that sat on at least two acres of land.

Jorah chuckled as he pulled the car into a gavel road. "Everyone's get's the same reaction when they first see it."

"Are you surprised?" She asked him.

He put the car in park. "Less and less every time. Shall we?" She nodded and he got out of the car. Then came around to her side and opened the door. "Come then." She grabbed her purse, hopped out and watched as he took out her suitcase from the trunk.

"Is it bad that I was half expecting to see a line of staff waiting at the door?"

"I gave them the week off, they'll be back on Tuesday." She blinked at him and he started laughing. "I only have a gardener, maid and grocery shopper. The gardener comes everyday while the maid and shopper come once a week. That's the only staff I have. I'm not particularly fond of crowded places and I like the quiet."

She smiled gently. "I agree. That's one thing I liked about our house. It was small, but it was at the top of the hill, no visitors. And Viserys was rarely around so I usually got the place to myself." She stopped when she noticed him staring at her thoughtfully. Reminding her of why she was really here. "Right, so let's get this going then."

He too shook his head as if to clear it, and led her to the front door. His keys jingled as he put it in the lock and pushed it open. "Please, come in." She did as he asked and tried not to let her eyes bulge at the enormity. It was immaculate! Not a piece of furniture out of place. Everything seemed to go together while it also remained eclectic.

"This way. You will be staying in one of the guest bedrooms." He said, showing her to the stairs. She followed him up to the second floor. He leads her down the hall and takes her to a mahogany door. "This will be your room." The door opens and she peaks inside.

It's well put together. The walls are painted a very light spring green, white curtains hung from the windows, queen-sized bed had beige blankets with matching green pillows, small couch in the corner of the room.

"This room over here," He showed her the door on the other side of the room. "will be your lavatory. Everything you should need is accounted for."

She looks around the room in both awe and fear. This is to be her home, but also her prison. Turning to look at him, she asks, "What exactly are your plans with me, Mr. Mormont?"

"Jorah, please." He insisted.

"Fine, Jorah," She tried. "Well, what are your intentions towards me?"

His hands went into his pockets. "For you to live here with me as my guest."

Her brow rose. "That's all?"

"Yes."

He was being much too vague and she wasn't having it. "To do what exactly?"

"Anything you'd like." He said. "I simply would like the pleasure of your company."

"So all you're looking for is a companion?" She inquired.

He shrugged. "More or less."

She rubbed her forehead. "You couldn't have just met someone at the local pub then?"

Daenerys wasn't paying attention because just a second later, Jorah had taken a few steps in her direction. "No, I wanted you."

Was he getting closer? She felt herself backing away. "Meaning what exactly?"

Somehow, he'd managed to back her against a wall and cage her in his arms. "I don't want just anyone's company." He leaned in closer, his breath on her lips. "The moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to get to know you."

She was blushing so hard that blood was pounding in her ears. But she kept her voice firm. "Well these days, Jorah, when you're attracted to someone, you ask them out for coffee or lunch. You don't make them stay under the same roof with you for a month."

"Your brother owes me a debt." He reminded her. "And answer me truthfully. Is the idea of staying with me really so bad, that you'd rather it be some other bloke who would take his debt from your body?"

The idea made her ill. But it also made her pause. "Wait...so you don't...want to sleep with me?"

The pupils in his eyes dilated as they gazed down at her lips. His voice dropping down to a sultry purr, "Oh, make no mistake, Daenerys, I do." He leaned into her ear. "But I want you to be a willing participant. I'm a patient man, I can wait and you would be worth it."

Her voice shook. "And if I don't want to."

His head pulled away, his eyes becoming lustful. "Then I won't make you. But…" He leaned in close again. "You will." He pulled away again, taking several steps back. "Make yourself at home. Please, call me if you need anything at all." He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Daenerys stood there against the wall, her legs shaking. Finally, they gave away. She landed on the floor in a heated mess. Her heart was pounding. Breathing irregular. All from a man that she didn't even know! Her captor! What was she thinking? Why was her body reacting the way it was?

"Oh bugger!" Her hand curled into a fist. "Viserys you are going to pay for this!" But until then she had another problem. Try and not to get attached to her captor.

And she was already failing!