04x08, 'The Mountain and the Viper'

I have fought for you, killed for you…

Jorah saddles his horse, his hands shaking so much that it's almost impossible to fasten the buckles.

I have loved you.

Daenerys, eyes turned away from him, unable to even bear the insult of looking at him.

Khaleesi, please.

Beseeching, more desperate than he's ever been in his life before. Needing her to look at him, to understand his foolish mistakes, to comprehend how sorry he is, to know that he is devoted to her cause in every way he can be, that his loyalties lie with no one but her.

I do not want you in my city dead or alive.

All attempts to reach out to her ending in failure. Emotionally. Physically.

He hadn't known he could feel such pain when she recoiled away from his hands.

She's pulled away from his touch before. In Qarth, when the intensity of his feelings spilled over into the space between them. But even then it had been in defence.

Never in anger. Never in disgust.

Forgiveness, that's what he'd needed from her. A selfish necessity, to act as a balm to his guilt.

Daenerys will not give something so treasured so freely. It eludes him, like a spectre of a time long gone. All of his life, left in smoking ruins. His lordship, Lynesse, his father, Daenerys…

He leads his horse out of the stable, takes one last look at the great city of Meereen.

And then he heads for the gates.