04x04, 'Oathkeeper'
The Targaryen flag hangs upon the Harpy.
Meereen is free.
There are parties in the streets; she can hear the shouts and the singing and the foreign music. Tonight, Meereen celebrates.
"Your Grace, your chambers are prepared."
Missandei's voice breaks her out of her reverie.
"Thank you. Have you sorted out rooms for yourselves?"
"Yes. There are other rooms below here."
"Very good. Help me change and then get yourself to bed."
"Yes, Your Grace." Missandei dips her head, moving forward to help with her hooks and buttons.
Before they're done, there's a knock on the door. Missandei freezes.
"Who's there?" Dany calls.
"It's me." Jorah's voice is smooth with confidence.
"You can't come in," Missandei calls. "Her Grace isn't properly dressed to receive anyone."
"Oh." Dany imagines him swallowing hard.
Is he imagining her in her state of undress?
She banishes that thought. It has no place here. Qarth was almost another world. No one had been themselves in that strange city. It had enchanted them all—likely the Warlocks' doing. Jorah has been careful never to bring it up.
To never show too much.
He's attracted to her. She's more than aware of it. But she can pretend not to be. And Jorah does the same. Why spoil things? Why hurt his feelings?
"What is it you wanted?" she calls through the door, to distract her from her own dangerous tangle of thoughts.
"Nothing," is his swift reply. "Just to let you know that we've got White Rat and Black Flea outside your quarters tonight, Your Grace, and should you need any of us we're only a floor below. I wasn't going to come in." He sounds defensive, and she wonders if she'd been foolish to jump to such conclusions in the first place.
"Very good," she says, clearing her throat. "Well, sleep well, ser. We've much to begin in the morning."
"Yes, Your Grace. You too."
Dany listens to his footsteps receding, barely aware of Missandei's fussing behind her.
There is no time for distractions.
The measure of her worth will begin today.