04x07, 'Mockingbird'

Restless. That's how Daenerys feels. She shouldn't. But she does.

Now that she's alone again, she slumps down in one of the seats in her council room and buries her face in her hands.

She has nothing to feel guilty about. Absolutely nothing. She doesn't have to explain her whims and wants to anyone else. She is a queen. She's fought her attraction to Daario for long enough. And it had been good. Exactly what she'd needed.

You're here early.

Later than some.

Jorah's voice won't leave her mind. Reproachful. Masking the pain with disapproval.

She'd known it would hurt him. As much as she pretends nor to notice, she knows he is attracted to her. She's known since Qarth. Normally she can push that aside, but sometimes she remembers…

And she has to remind him. Remind herself. There is no place for him in any capacity other than knight, advisor, friend. She loves him. Of course she does. But not like that. She doesn't desire him. If any idle thoughts strayed across her mind it was because she'd been so long without any kind of touch.

That had been before Daario. Now she has no reason for those thoughts, for she has an eager and comely servant willing to slake her every desire.

But then she'd seen the look in Jorah's eyes. And she'd felt guilty for following her own heart. Because she doesn't want to hurt him, of course she doesn't. He is very precious to her. But she cannot deny herself for his sake. It's not fair to her own self.

He hadn't held it against her. Had moved swiftly into his usual practicality once his initial spear of jealousy had found its mark.

But it leaves her unbalanced. Unsure of where everything fits in her perfect vision when just a short while ago she'd been so certain.

She's not quite sure how to make the pieces fit again.

And then the responsibility is taken out of her hands.