Jaime leaned back on the couch, watching the immediate flash of embarrassment pass over both the Princesses' and Jorah's faces that turned into a momentary spark of undeniable chemistry. It was plain as day as they looked at one another taking a drink and then looked away.

He wondered who was going to chicken out first. His money was on Jorah, but one never knew. He hoped, for his friends' sake, that the alcohol would make him bolder.

There was a lull in the game as Grey and Missy had stopped to kiss after their drinks and now Daenerys awkwardly cleared her throat, causing them to separate. "Shall we continue?" she asked; it was her turn.

"Actually, I think we've all had enough. We can't be completely off our game tomorrow," Jorah interjected, and Jaime sighed. Of course, it would be him.

There was an awkward moment as Jorah and Jaime rose from the couch to head to their rooms and Grey moved to make a pot of coffee to try and sober himself up to do a few perimeter patrols. Jaime followed behind Jorah closely, not wanting to let him slip into his room and disappear without talking to him.

His friend tried to do just that, and Jaime stuck his hand out to stop the door from closing, wedging himself inside of Jorah's room. Mormont glared at him, although the tips of his ears were still red from the drink and the moment that had just transpired between him and Daenerys.

Jaime closed the door and started to speak in what could only be classified as a whisper scream, "Go back out there and tell her how you feel you absolute wanker."

"Piss off, Lannister," Jorah sighed. They were both feeling the alcohol, having taken gulps of the amber liquid instead of the small sips Missy and Daenerys had taken during each round.

"I saw the look between the two of you..."

"You set me up, you know that."

"You didn't have to drink!"

"I forgot...I forgot where I was and I forgot my place." Jorah sighed. He sat down on the bed and looked up at his meddling friend.

"And so did she. That was proof, right there - that she feels the same way about you."

"It isn't."

"You think she has the hots for me?" Jaime laughed. If it was another woman, maybe, but the look on the Princess' face was that of a woman who, if she had her way, would have ended her night alone in a dark room with Jorah. Of that, he was sure.

"I don't see who else it could be," Jorah said stubbornly.

"It's you. You are bloody daft. This is your moment. Things are done with Sansa. There is minimal supervision out here...Grey and I sure as hell aren't going to tell."

"Jaime," Jorah sighed, "This isn't some romance movie where I can walk out there and be her knight in shining armor and think that telling her my feelings is going to cause us to live happily ever after. I'm not sober and she's drunk. Oh, and I work for her."

"Details...details..." Jaime waved him off. "She wanted to play that game. She knew what could have come up, and she didn't shy away from it. She's not the one who bolted out of the room."

"Even if she feels anything for me, and that is a strong if." Jorah stated, looking at Jaime who rolled his eyes, "She's not thinking clearly. Her and I could never be together. She is all but betrothed to Robb Stark, her father would most likely make me leave Britain altogether, and it would only look bad on her. It would be seen as a scandal."

"Excuses..."

"I'm too old for her..."

"Age means nothing anymore..." Jaime shook his head.

"I don't have the right family name."

"Who the fuck cares?" Jaime nearly growled in frustration. "I know chemistry when I see it. And the way she looked at you told me that you would be a fool if you didn't take a chance on this."

"I am supposed to be there for her. To guide her. To protect her and advise her and I can't let my heart get in the way of that." Jorah finished his argument with a stubborn finality and all Jaime could do was shrug.

"It's what Rhaegar would have wanted. For you to be a real brother to him." Jaime knew it was a low blow to bring up the Prince in such a way, but he needed to make Jorah see sense.

"Rhaegar wrote me a letter in the blinding heat of the desert whilst afraid for his life. A man could think anything under those conditions," Jorah was sick of arguing with Jaime. He just wanted to go to bed and forget the entire night had ever happened.

"I'm not leaving until you go out there and talk to her."

Annoyed, Jorah took one of the pillows off of his bed and threw it at his friend, "Then you are welcome to sleep on the floor."

~o0o~

"Missy...we need to talk..." Daenerys said, looking from her best friend and then back towards the kitchen where Grey was making coffee.

"What's wrong?" her friend asked, leaning back on the couch cushions, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. It was instantly evident to Dany that Missy had not seen the look between herself and Jorah, which only served to make her more unsure of what had just happened.

The Princess lowered her voice, "When Jaime said, 'Never have I ever been attracted to someone in this room', Jorah drank..."

Missy raised an eyebrow.

"And I also drank. And there's only one other woman and it's you...and I don't think he likes men..." Daenerys started to ramble and Missy put her hands on her shoulders to steady the blonde who was trying to overthink the moment – grasping at anything to give her an answer other than what was right in front of her.

"Calm down, Dany...now it makes sense why he was so eager to end the game. I should have been paying more attention instead of snogging my boyfriend because...oh, my, God!" Missy's eyes were wide with excitement. "Girl, what the hell are you still sitting here for?"

"What am I supposed to do?" Daenerys started to panic. Her heart was racing with all of the possibilities before her – none of which seemed like good ideas. She didn't want to ignore it. She was falling for him and even if she brushed this off now, she would likely blunder again in near future.

She also didn't want to address it. They were all drunk and what if he just wasn't thinking clearly? It would so easily ruin a friendship they were in the midst of rebuilding.

"I mean, I know what I would do..." Missy smirked suggestively, and Daenerys groaned in frustration.

"I...well, I think I have a boyfriend, don't I?"

"Robb Stark, the wet blanket? Dany, come on..."

"Has everyone gone completely mad and forgotten that I am the Princess of England and currently third in line for the throne? I can't have what I want. I can't act like every other girl. I cannot have feelings for Jorah..."

"But you do." Missy stated matter-of-factly, crossing her arms and looking over her worried, tipsy friend. "Life is messy. We don't get to pick who we fall for and on top of that you have responsibilities that I know I can't even pretend to understand. But life is also terribly short," Missy looked down at her crossed legs on the couch, both of their minds going to the thought of her brother, "And I don't want you to miss out on something good, okay?"

As usual, Daenerys was impressed at her friend for bringing things back into perspective and for grounding her. She reached out and squeezed Missy's hand before getting up from the couch and heading towards Jorah's room before she lost her nerve.

"Jorah?" Daenerys called out as she knocked lightly on his door. She heard a shuffle come from inside of the room and Jaime's voice say something. The added company made her want to turn and run to her bedroom and chalk this up to a stupid whim of an idea, but before she knew it, the bedroom door opened and Jorah slipped outside into the hall, giving them some privacy.

"What is it, Princess?" he asked, his voice as soft as his eyes as he looked at her and recognized the nervousness etched on her face.

"The game..."

"Princess, I am terribly sorry, I let the alcohol..." Jorah immediately jumped in to apologize but she held up her small hand and placed it on his chest, causing him to stop mid-sentence.

"There's nothing you need to apologize for," she told him, stepping closer and looking up at him. They were only inches apart from one another when she whispered, "The game made me finally tell the truth about how I feel. And there's no point in hiding it anymore."

Jorah had to remind himself that this was real – that she was really standing before him with her hands on his pounding chest and saying everything he wanted to hear. The sincerity on her face only cemented the reality and he didn't want to waste another second not showing her that he felt the same.

Gently, he reached out and stroked his thumb over her cheek, drawing it under the curve of her chin and tilting her face up towards him before bending down and pressing his lips against hers.

He took a moment to enjoy the softness of her lips against his before deepening the kiss. One arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer and his other hand cradled her head as he tenderly parted her lips with his tongue and tasted her. The feeling of her body relaxing in his embrace and her mouth moving with his, eager for her own exploration, made him groan in pleasure – the sound of it low and sexy as it vibrated across their lips.

A mere kiss from her was intoxicating and if he spent another second like that, he knew his body would betray him. He didn't want to seem too forward...yet.

He played with her silvery blonde locks as he ended the kiss, slowly pulling away and rubbing his nose against hers on the way to kiss her forehead, "Thank you for the goodnight kiss, Princess."

The blush across her cheeks that matched the pink of her just-kissed lips was stunning and he couldn't stop staring at her, feeling humbled by what had just transpired between them.

"Goodnight, Jorah. I'll see you in the morning." Daenerys told him, smiling as she turned to walk back down the hallway, feeling as if she was floating on air.