10x08, 'The Field of Fire'

This royal tour is supposed to be for the high lords of Westeros, but it's the moments breaking bread with villages that Daenerys treasures most.

After this night's feast, she makes an exaggerated curtsy to the little boy who offers her a dirty, pudgy hand and a wide grin with the fearlessness of youth. The music strikes up and they dance.

Through the shimmering smoke, she sees it. The pretty peasant girl claiming a dance from the courtly lord commander of the queensguard, her face transparent with her awe, his arm around her waist, guiding her deftly through the complicated Westerosi steps that she has never had the chance to learn.

The jealously is sharp and hot, like dragon flame. And all the more ridiculous because she knows that it would never mean anything to Jorah. And yet it is there all the same, undeniable: she doesn't ever want to see Jorah in the arms of another woman. How ridiculous, when he was forced to watch her with Drogo, with Daario, with Jon. What she feels now can't be a fraction of what he felt.

She barely has the chance to linger; when the dance ends a little girl comes demanding her turn, and soon she is surrounded by all of the village children.

Jorah bows to his partner and then his attention is undeniably hers fully once more, as it always will be, as their gazes meet through the crowd as he makes his way towards her.

"May I also beg a dance after you have filled your other requests, Your Grace?" he says, casting an amused glance at the crowd around her.

"Of course you may, ser," she says. "There will always be room on my dance card for you."

She is true to her word, seeking him out as soon as she finishes her last dance with a boy of five.

""You'll spare my blushes? Lead me in your ways?" she says over the new unfamiliar tune.

"It's my responsibility to protect you in all endeavours, Your Grace."

They laugh together, and she takes his hand.