A/N: Prompt word: Honour.

01x06, 'A Golden Crown'

You stand there, all nobility and honour, Viserys had sneered at him. You don't think I know what you want?

The words cut Jorah to the core. Force him to confront something he has tried so hard to ignore.

He wants Daenerys Targaryen.

Not in the crude, animalistic way that Viserys had mocked him with.

You can dine on whichever parts of her you like.

But he can no longer deny it.

He's attracted to her. How can he not be? She's beautiful. That silver-blonde hair gilded gold in the candlelight, those violet eyes…

Her strength. He's met many women in his life. His own kin are amongst the greatest in the whole of Westeros, as fearsome as any man in battle, just as fierce as mothers.

But Daenerys' strength is something else entirely. A grit borne entirely of loss. She is on a path of self-discovery, and she is showing everyone that she is stronger than anyone thought she could be.

She ate the full horse's heart and he doesn't think he's ever been more proud of someone. He's not sure he could have kept it down.

The Stallion Who Mounts the World.

The crones proclaim it for all to hear, a war cry. Rhaego, Daenerys will name him. He will join the Khalasars as one tribe. This unborn child could be the key to taking them home.

He can't pretend to be an honourable man, not when that honour lies in tatters around his feet. He lost that the moment he sold those poachers to the slavers. But when all the rest is gone he has to have some shred of dignity, some code to live his life by. He is a knight. Mayhaps a poor excuse for one, but a knight nevertheless.

Let me go, Viserys had said, but he had blocked his path anyway.

He is not in any position to act on the feelings that have taken root inside his heart.

But, whatever else be damned, he will honour his silent promise to protect Daenerys Stormborn from her brother.

And so here he stands.