I Don't Own Game of Thrones, the Song of Ice and fire or any of their Characters
Getting to Know One Another
Daenerys was beside herself. She was pacing in her She couldn't get over the nerve of that man! He promises that he will not harm her or cross any of her personal boundaries, but he also promises that she will eventually become his lover. Where does he get off on saying these things? It's so confusing! One moment he's outrageously flirting with her, and then he's offering to give her her space. His moods changed so often that she feared that she might actually get whiplash from it all.
Two knocks came from her door and she groaned. Glaring at the door she said, rather loudly. "Come in!"
The door opened and in came Davos. His gaze wary. "You're not going to throw anything at me are you, Ms. Targaryan?"
She sighed. "Not it if you continue to knock before entering my room, I won't."
He chuckled and folded his hands. "I've come to inform you that dinner is ready, Ma'am."
She perked up at the sound of food. "Oh. Thank you, Davos."
He nodded gently. "Will you have it here in your room or will you join Mr. Mormont in the dining room?"
Her head and shoulders dropped with a loud sigh. It would be childish of her if she decided to sulk in her room the entirety of her stay here. She could swallow her pride and gown down there to face her host. It would give him the satisfaction of getting her out of her room, but she would still hold her ground. "Do tell, Mr. Mormont that I will be joining him. I'll be right down."
He bowed. "Very good, Miss. I'll have a plate ready for you."
"Thank you." And he left, leaving her alone once again.
Admitting defeat internally, she proceeds out the door and downstairs to the dining room. She's not surprised to see that Jorah was already seated at the end of the table.
When he sees her, he immediately stands from his seat and pulls out a chair. "Please, have a seat, Daenerys."
She's taken aback by his gentlemanly behavior but takes the seat. He helps her scoot it towards the table before returning to his seat. "What would you like to drink, Daenerys?" He asks as Davos walks in with two wine glasses.
"I prefer red wine." She tells him, placing her napkin on her lap.
Davos comes forward with a bottle and shows it to her. A Chateau Cheval Blanc. Then she notices the date and blanches. "1943? Dear Gods, Jorah, how much did this cost?"
He waved his hand in dismissal as Davos poured the wine. "Nothing too dreadful that you need to worry yourself with."
She raised her brow, unamused and cast a look back at Davos who gave her a knowing glance. "Over £3,000."
Her eyes slipped to the wine-filled glass. Looking at it as if it were about come to life. She could smell it from her seat, and it wasn't unpleasant. There was a chuckle to her left and she narrowed her eyes at the culprit.
Jorah was trying to stifle a laugh behind his hand. His eyes twinkling. "Daenerys, it's just wine. It won't bite you."
"It's not the wine that I'm afraid will bite." She muttered, earning a chuckle from him.
"Only if you ask nicely, darling." He joked.
Ignoring his comment, she casts a doubtful look at the glass, she takes it into her hand. "I've never had such expensive wine before."
"Does that bother you?" He asked.
"Not particularly." She said, swirling the liquid around in the glass. "It's just a little intimidating. The thought of drinking something that's more expensive than my last pay." She'd never spent more than £20 on a bottle of wine. If she was lucky.
He nodded in understanding. "I promise you that you won't regret it." He takes a small sip from his own glass. "Its taste is one not to be matched with."
She looks at the red liquid a little longer before taking a thoughtful sip. The wine is unlike anything she had ever tasted. It was delicious! She savored the taste a little longer before letting it smoothly go down her throat. The silence alerted her to Jorah's expectant gaze. "It's quite good."
He flashes her a knowing smile. "Only 'quite good'?"
She rolls her eyes. "Alright, it's the best wine I've ever tasted."
"That's better." He said.
"I can attest to that." She said, taking another sip. Dinner was relatively quiet. It was salmon with rice and sauteed vegetables. They both ate their meals in silence but Daenerys couldn't help but sigh in bliss as the enticing flavors filled her mouth. "This meal was incredible, Davos! I can't remember the last time I've had someone else's cooking."
"Why thank you, Miss Targaryan." Davos said as he took away their plates. "I'm pleased that it was to your liking."
Jorah wipes his mouth with his towelette as his butler headed back into the kitchen. "Davos is an excellent cook. His mother taught him everything he knows. Didn't you ever cook in the kitchen with your mum? "
Her eyes lowered back to her plate. "I never knew my mother. She died giving birth to me."
"I'm so sorry." She looked up to see him staring at her with a sympathetic expression. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"It's alright." She shrugged. "You didn't know. My family is...well you've already met Viserys so you can guess that it's more than complicated."
His expression is thoughtful as he considers her words. Finally, he says, "I can handle complicated."
She looks wistfully inter her now-empty glass. "I'm going to need more wine for this."
Jorah turns his head towards the kitchen. "Davos, bring the bottle back please?" The butler reappears, wine bottle in hand. "Leave it on the table. Finish what you were doing and then you may turn in for the evening."
"Yes, Sir." When he left Jorah refilled both of their glasses. "So, tell me about your family."
She took a sip. "I don't know where to begin."
"Usually the beginning is best." He offered with a grin.
She sighs. "I don't know too much about my parents. As I said, my mother died giving birth to me. I had an older brother named Rhaegar six years older. He died at only sixteen years old during an armed robbery at the local market when I was five and Viserys was ten. Wrong place wrong time."
"Were you close with him?"
She smiled slightly. "From what I can remember. He always had a bright smile on his face. You could say that he took on the role as father since ours turned to drink. He'd dress us, bathe us, walk us to school. I still have the stuffed dragon he gave me when I was three."
"It sounds like he took good care of you all." He said.
"He did." She admitted. "When he was murdered, my father sobered up a little. Only enough to take care of Viserys."
He furrowed his brows. "What about you?"
She shook her head. "He blamed me for Mother dying. Even when he was heavy with alcohol, he managed to turn Viserys against me. And after Rheagar was gone it only got worse from then on. They both had no problem reminding me that I was the black sheep of the family." She gulped down the rest of her wine.
"That's rough." He pours more wine into her glass.
She gulped down the rest of her wine. "You don't know that half of it."
He re-filled his own glass. "The bottle's not empty yet. Tell me more."
Taking another sip, she fiddles with her hair. "Things were pretty bad from there on out. It wasn't long before my father started to get into some shady business. He made money by selling stolen items. One day he got into some business with really bad people. He owed them money and didn't have any." She took a larger gulp. "In exchange, he offered me. I was sixteen and a virgin. They accepted. I begged him not to go through with it. But he managed to twist it into making it like I owed him. For killing Mother. " She looked up to read his expression. It appeared as if a shadow had been cast over his face. "He took me their house. I don't remember too much after it was over. There was a fire and I got out somehow. My father wasn't so lucky."
"He died in the house?" He inquired.
She nodded. "He got trapped in the kitchen. I later found out that that was where it started. A gas leak in the oven. But you know what the sad part is?" He waited patiently a she sipped her wine. "I wasn't sad. My father died a painful and agonizing death and I didn't care. I was angry that he could just trade me off like that. I was...glad. I thought this meant things would be easier now that he was gone."
"But they weren't." He poured her another glass.
"No," She confirmed, taking it. "Viserys wasn't too far behind in following his footsteps. I had to pay off his first debt when I turned eighteen. Happy Birthday, Dany. I've been paying off his debts ever since." She drinks more. Everything was starting to get fuzzy. A lone tear escaped her eye. "I never got the chance to live a normal life. I wanted to be a nature photographer. Reptiles were my favorite. The classes were great, but I couldn't pay for them with the possible risk of losing our house. I couldn't even afford my own camera." She drinks the last of her wine and pouts. "More please?"
He smiles softly and shakes the bottle. "All gone, I'm afraid."
She pouts. "It was delicious." A hiccup escapes her throat and she giggles. "Very del...delicous."
He chuckles, clearly amused. "I do believe you are drunk, darling."
"I am not drunk, Sir!" She narrows her eyes at the two of him. "Stop dancing."
He stands and comes closer. "Can you stand?"
She leans to the left of her chair and stares at the ground. "S'long way down there."
"Come," He says, and then next thing she knew, she was in the air.
With a yelp she grabs hold of his neck. "I'm going to fall!"
"No, you won't." His voice is close. Right in her ear. "I've got you."
They reach the stairs and she clings to him. "Please, don't drop me."
"I'll never drop you." He promises. "No harm will come to you by my hand."
She leans into him, just in case. Her nose brushing under his chin. Before she can stop herself, she breaths in his scent. "You smell really nice." She tells him. "Like sandalwood."
His chuckle tickles her ear. "Thank you, Daenerys."
She leans back a little to get a better look at him. His strong jaw, lightly shaded by his beard. His perfectly straight nose. His lovely blue eyes. She couldn't remember ever seeing him in such a way. "You know, Jorah," the words escaped her lips before she could stop them. "You're very handsome."
Those eyes of his shot to hers. He blinked, with surprise.
"I'm sorry," She said, ashamed. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
His gaze became soft. "On the contrary. I'm very flattered. I just don't want you to regret saying these things because you are inebriated." He nudges a door open with his foot. "Let's get you into bed."
She looks around and is stunned to see that they've reached her bedroom. "Oh, when did we get here?"
"Just now." He walks a few more steps and places her down on a soft surface. "Here," lefts the blanket from under her and then drapes it over her. "There we are. Sleep now."
She rolls over, away from him and reaches for Drogon. "G'night, Jorah."
"Goodnight, Daenerys." She doesn't hear him leave nor the door close. For she is already in the land of dreams.