A/N: Prompt word: Quake.

02x05, 'The Ghost of Harrenhal'

Daenerys lies in her bed, unable to sleep.

The conversation from earlier that evening plays round and round in her head like the thunderous crash of horse's hooves.

There are times when I look at you and I still can't believe you're real.

The yearning in his voice, the reverence.

Jorah, off-guard for perhaps the first time since she's known him. His eyes alive with his yearning, moving closer almost unconsciously, until he's not quite in her space, the scent of his sweat and the Qartheen perfumes right there in her nostrils, something thick and charged between them, too much to bear…

How long has your manservant been in love with you?

Daenerys rolls onto her side, burying her head in her pillow.

It's not true. It's not. Xaro Xhoan Daxos' sly words had been spoken to get a reaction. Jorah cares about her. That's all it is. He believes in her. She's seeing things she ought not to see because of those words.

A witch's words poison the ears, she remembers Qotho saying, voice filled with contempt. There are warlocks here. Perhaps this is just another illusion sent to try her.

But, deep down, she knows that there is something more. The devotion in his voice, the intensity in his eyes, the drop of his head when the simmering connection broke.

She hadn't even noticed it happening. The brushes of his fingers against her, his presence wherever she goes. It had been the most natural thing in the world. She hadn't thought anything of it. It just was.

I can almost always tell what a man wants.

Stupid, she scolds herself. She should have kept him at arm's length. Made it clear that a queen and a knight could not have any kind of story.

But something has shifted, a quake in the earth as it fluctuates and fissures, knocking her off her feet, reshaping everything she has ever known.

And nothing will be the same again.