06x02, 'Home'

The more time she spends here, trapped with the arrogant khals who think she has no worth beyond rotting in the temple of the Dosh Khaleen, the more time she has to miss what she's left behind.

To miss…Jorah.

She's tired of being angry with him, of being hurt and betrayed.

It's still hard to believe that he did what he did, that he hid it from her for so long, that he would have let that lie live between them for the rest of their days.

But she misses him.

He knows her as no one else ever has done.

She's been physically vulnerable around men before.

But emotionally vulnerable? There's only ever been one man who knows her that intimately well. Jorah knows her very heart and soul. No one else can say that.

The harsh syllables of the Dothraki language make her ache for Jorah's voice in a way that she can barely comprehend. How often had it soothed her in the past, smooth, dark, rasping her affectionate title like a prayer, making her spine tingle…?

She's been given a ragged old tent, guarded to ensure she doesn't attempt an escape. They know who she is now, but that doesn't stop the less important riders from giving their own opinions, in full earshot beyond the frail cloth.

"I'd fuck her."

"So would I, even if she looks like mare's milk."

Laughter. Unapologetic of what they would do to her given the chance.

Dany feels the rage rising, a plume of fire ready to erupt. She wants to go out there and spit that fire.

But they would only jeer. And should she not be allowed to reside with the Dosh Khaleen…

"She'll have them lining up to fuck her," one says, and they laugh again. "The dragon will be tamed."

Have patience, Khaleesi, Jorah whispers to her in her imagination. Soon they will understand.

She lets those soothing platitudes ooze through her system.

He is the only one who can tame the dragon, with warm, honeyed reassurances as welcome as chocolate on the tongue.