Jorah sat on the front porch of the home the Princess and her staff were staying at in Cape Town, South Africa. They had arrived the night before and all of them had gone straight to bed to be prepared for the grueling schedule that was any Commonwealth Tour.

But Jorah always rose early, as did Jaime, ingrained in them from years of military training, and they sat with their coffee, looking out at the local guards doing patrols around the perimeter. Grey was out there as well, even though the local government insisted they had done everything for the safety and protection of the Princess.

It felt oddly freeing to be travelling with such a small group, just himself, Jaime, Grey, Missy, Gilly, and the Crown's favored photographer, Gendry, to capture the trip for the Royal archives. Baelish had phoned him to check in, letting him know that Viserys was now in a rehab facility as all eyes were on Daenerys. But other than the occasional update, Jorah was running the show.

Love for the Princess, Jorah was quickly learning, was not limited to Britain. When they had arrived in Cape Town, there were thousands who turned out to greet and wave to her, lining the streets as they drove past, waving Union Jacks and wanting to capture a glimpse of her. She did her best to smile and wave to everyone, clearly astounded by the attention.

He checked his watch and Jaime stretched. He hoped Gilly had already gotten the Princess up otherwise they would be late for their first engagement.

Jorah went back inside the spacious house and to the Princess' bedroom. Gilly was slipping out and told him she was ready. When he entered, he saw her dressed simply in a pale blue linen shift, her hair braided, looking out the large window at the landscape – so different from the city they were all used to.

"Princess..." Jorah knocked lightly on the door frame and she turned to look at him. He was thankful that this morning her eyes weren't holding the anger from the previous days.

"It's beautiful here."

"It is." Jorah kept his tone light. He could tell by the way she was shifting from one foot to another that there was something she needed to say.

"Can we talk?"

Jorah gently closed the door behind him and stepped further into her room, his hands clasped in front of him, waiting.

"The last time we spoke..."

"Princess..."

"Daenerys, please," she said, taking a step closer to him and he couldn't help but smile. He had thought their familiarity was shattered after their argument and was happy to know she wanted him to speak her name again, "I've been thinking about our last conversation. And I was much too harsh with you. I am truly sorry."

Jorah was surprised at her apology – if anyone needed to apologize, it was him. "Thank you, Daenerys, but that's not necessary. You could have said much worse and you would have been entitled to it, I promise you. I behaved poorly."

"You are the only person I have out here who knows what I'm supposed to be doing. You've been on these tours with my brother and I need you to guide me. And I can't do that if we are barely speaking," Daenerys blushed. She wanted them to be on better terms. Since they had arrived last night, she felt overwhelmed. Missy nor Gilly had been able to calm her. It shocked her that beyond her growing crush on him, Jorah was the only person who was able to put her at ease in regard to her increasing responsibilities within the Royal Family.

"I have everything planned out, Daenerys. You just need to show up and be yourself. I'll walk you through it all," Jorah promised, "But we need to go..."

With a smile, she fell into step besides him as he led her out to the car and the duties of the tour officially began.

~o0o~

The first day of the Commonwealth Tour went by quickly, and as promised, Jorah was right by Daenerys' side the entire time.

Their first stop was a meeting with South Africa's President, Cyril Ramaphosa. He and the Princess had a formal introduction, followed by an exchange of gifts, a flurry of pictures, a private meeting where she learned more about the current state of the country, and then a luncheon.

Even though Jorah was there to whisper a name or reminder to her when she needed it, he was in awe of how she handled herself. She was always the epitome of grace and kindness in any room, but today she was humble and inquisitive and thoughtful with her questions. It made his heart swell with pride that this was his Princess, Britain's Princess.

Their second stop was to an all girls' primary school where the Princess would be giving a small speech and spending the afternoon. When they arrived, a few of the youngest girls rushed to her with small bouquets of flowers and hugged her legs. She crouched down to greet them, asking their names and letting them hold her hands and lead her to the crowd that had gathered around the front of the school.

Jorah held back, watching her as Gendry followed with his camera, catching perfect picture after picture of her laughing and enjoying her time with the young girls, excited that a Princess had chosen to visit them.

Daenerys met with the teachers and heard their stories, particularly moved when they let her know that the girls, who ranged from four to thirteen, didn't always have access to the things they needed to keep focused on learning. Jorah could see the fire behind her eyes as she promised she would make it her priority to fix it. He knew she was going to find a dozen new projects over the course of the tour – she was drawn to people and they were drawn to her, and she was always eager to help. And he had no doubt she would make good on every promise.

There was a third stop planned but Jorah ended up having to move it as Daenerys insisted on staying at the school to sit in on some of the lessons, read to the younger girls, and talk to some of the older girls about their educations and how important they were.

Jorah felt like a sap for thinking it, but every time he watched her face light up or laugh at something one of the children said, he fell for her a little bit more. She was kind-hearted in the same way her brother was and the world needed more of that.

~o0o~

"To a successful first day of the Princesses' first Commonwealth Tour..." Jaime Lannister raised his glass of champagne in a toast later that evening. The travelling party was standing in the kitchen of the house, glasses raised to their Princess, who was blushing at the attention.

"Cheers," Missy echoed as they all clinked their glasses and took a drink.

"I couldn't have done today without any of you, especially not without Captain Mormont," she raised her glass to her equerry, who smirked, avoiding Jaime's eyes.

"To Jorah," Grey initiated another toast and another round of champagne was quickly and messily poured, emptying the bottle.

"Do we have anything else to drink?" Daenerys asked as they all sipped on their bubbly, leaning against the kitchen island and cabinets. It was nice, all of them being together, without their usual formalities, almost as if it were a group of friends hanging out one night after work and she didn't want the celebratory mood to end.

"I have a bottle of whiskey and I'll share, as long as we all promise not to overdo it. We are heading to Johannesburg tomorrow with another full itinerary," Jaime warned, but in a tone that clearly conveyed he was very much planning on over-doing it, ducking out of the room for a moment to retrieve the bottle.

"I actually need to go and call my boyfriend," Gilly said shyly, saying goodnight before leaving the room as well as Gendry, who noted that what happened after hours on the royal tour didn't need to be documented.

"Ah...I see we've already lost some," Jaime sighed as he came back into the room, holding a handle of expensive Irish whiskey, "But that's alright. I daresay the Princess has quite a bit of her brother in her – we used to do this all the time with him. So...glasses..."

Missy reached up into the cabinet and brought out five glasses and Jaime poured each of them a few fingers of the amber liquid, "So, what will it be? I think all of us could stand to get to know one another more."

"Jaime," Jorah shot him a look, reminding him that although it may seem like it, Daenerys wasn't Rhaegar and they couldn't get into trouble with him like they used to. She was a lady, a Princess, and although having a few drinks together could be nice, he didn't want to make her feel obligated to do anything else.

"We should play a game," Daenerys suggested as she sipped her whiskey. Now it was Missy's turn to shoot her a look, "Oh...come on. Missy, you are my best friend. Grey, I have known you for years...and you two," she looked between Jorah and Jaime, "Were nothing short of brothers to my brother. There is no reason we shouldn't all feel comfortable around each other and enjoy our time together. What have I always said to you, Grey?"

"That you don't like being treated differently because you are a Princess." He answered and she nodded.

"Fair enough, what game would you like to play?" Jaime probed her and they all moved into the living room and sat down on the large sectional couch.

"Never have I ever..." Daenerys smiled a wicked smile, one that Jorah had never seen before and he immediately wanted to bow out as Gilly and Gendry had to take an early night and not chance what embarrassment this would lead to.

"Dany..." Missy groaned.

"We are all adults here. I'll start," she said, looking around the room. She was already almost finished with her first glass of whiskey, "Never have I ever ditched class."

Everyone besides the Princess raised their glasses to their lips. Grey couldn't argue with her...even when Missy ditched the occasional class at Uni, Daenerys was always punctual.

"Never have I ever finished an entire bottle of whiskey," Grey said, keeping it light. Only Jorah and Jaime exchanged a knowing smile and drank.

"Never have I ever worked for the Royal Family," Missy smiled and all of the men in the room drank.

"Never have I ever had a Lannister as a boss," Jorah looked directly at Missy and she drank.

"Touché," she conceded.

Jaime rubbed his hands together with a smile on his face, "Never have I ever kissed Missy."

Grey took a drink and Missy blushed. It wasn't a secret, their blossoming relationship, and Daenerys giggled. They made sense together and she was glad for it. It felt wonderful to see her friends happy.

"Hmm...never have I ever gone skinny-dipping," Daenerys asked and looked around the room. No one had taken a drink, "Really? None of you?"

Jorah found he couldn't look at her as the others made their cases for why they hadn't done it, otherwise he was going to start picturing her naked.

"Never have I ever kissed a man," Grey smirked. The girls had been getting off too easy and both Missy and Daenerys drank.

"Fine, never have I ever kissed a woman," Missy continued, and all three men quickly drank. Another round was poured.

"Never have I ever had a one-night stand," Jorah said, upping the intensity of the questions a bit as they quickly got more drunk. Jaime sighed and took a long gulp, as did Missy, a little embarrassed that she had, and Grey hadn't. Daenerys ventured a look across the room at him, impressed and intrigued that he seemed to prefer a bit more commitment.

"Ah, see this is where the fun begins," Jaime laughed, "Never have I ever had sex in public."

"I'm surprised, mate," Jorah said, taking a drink. Missy, Grey, and Daenerys did as well, and Jorah raised an eyebrow at her and she tried not to blush. The last thing she wanted to do was be forced to tell that story.

"Never have I ever shot a gun," she quickly asked to move things along. The usual suspects drank another gulp down.

"Never have I ever slept naked," Grey shrugged and everyone else laughed and took a drink. "I get cold easily!"

"Never have I ever played strip poker...much to Jaime's disappointment, I am sure," Jorah laughed, and Jaime was the only one to take a drink, pointing around the room and calling them all out on their lack of adventure. Daenerys had already pressed her luck by suggesting they play this game – she couldn't imagine being in a situation where Captain Mormont taking off his clothes was involved.

They were all tipsy, if not borderline drunk. The handle of whiskey was almost gone, and everyone was rosy-cheeked, relaxed, and giggling and it hadn't taken very long to get them that way. Missy and Grey had inched closer to each other on their end of the couch, Jorah had taken off his jacket and loosened his tie, and Daenerys had taken her hair out of her braids and it was messily wavy and falling over her shoulders.

"Let's see," Jaime pretended to consider his question for a moment. Even less than sober, he knew damn well what he was doing, "Never have I ever thought someone in this very room was attractive. No offense."

Missy and Grey looked at each other and took drinks and only Jaime noticed that both Jorah and the Princess had raised their glasses to their lips.