(Just because a lovely reviewer asked for more! And Iain Glen is my ideal Jorah!)
Jorah was feeling his age as he rolled out of bed. They had travelled hard over the last few weeks and now they were in Mereen. They now had the Unsullied, the remains of the Danys Khalasar and the Second Suns in their company. Not that these extra swords were the source of Jorah feeling his age. No the reason for his discomfort was the flashy young man that was the Captain of the Second Sons, Dario Naharis.
For many weeks, Dany had regularly called Jorah to her tent in the evenings. He had grown accustomed to having her undivided attention, and now, he not only had to compete with Barristan Selmy for her time, but she was showing preference for Dario's company.
Jorah had never thought of himself as a jealous person, and he tried to keep his opinions on the man to himself but it was hard. When he had mentioned his distrust of Dario and his company of sell swords, Dany had reminded him that he had been a sell sword himself and dismissed his protests.
What made it worse, was that since they had taken up residence in the pyramid, Dany seemed to be avoiding him. Maybe he was just being a paranoid. He washed and dressed and headed to Dany's chambers for their morning briefing.
He was preoccupied with details of the news that the masters of Yunkai had re-taken the city when he came face to face with Dario just outside the Queens chambers. The sell sword was grinning like a cat that had gotten the cream and lacing up his shirt.
They exchange few word but it was Dario who said the words that brought Jorah up short.
"She's in a good mood this morning."
As Dario strode off, Jorah felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. He had to stop for moment and gather his thoughts. He had never let himself believe that he could ever be anything other than Dany's lover. She had told him that when they finally reached Westeros, that he would remain in her Queens guard by day and her bed chamber by night. And like a fool, he had believed her promises.
Now he cursed his foolhardiness. She was after all a young woman, a Queen no less, who could change her mind on a whim. Compared to her, he was an old man, more than twice her age and as she had pointed out, just a servant.
Jorah took a deep breath and entered Dany's chamber.
"You're early Ser Jorah." She commented.
"Not as early as some!" He responded, silently cursing himself for letting his jealousy show.
They talked for a while about her plans to re-take Yunkai and for the first time in quite a while she listened to his advice. She sent him off to tell Dario of her change of plans, without any mention of his having spent the night in her chambers.
Jorah found the sell sword in his camp, preparing to leave for Yunkai. Dario wasn't happy with the change of plans, nor the fact the Jorah had been the one to convince Danerys of the their necessity. Dario watched the older man turn to leave his tent.
"A moment before you leave Ser Jorah?" He called after him.
"What is it?" Jorah turned back to face Dario.
"A word of advice. Danerys has tired of you old man. She told me last night she was considering sending you and that other old Knight back to Westeros to search out allies before we take the kingdom."
"Did she?" Jorah bristled.
"Yes, if I was you I would start thinking of a way to disentangle yourself from her company, before she sends you to your death." Dario gave him a smug smile.
Jorah didn't even respond. He glared at Dario, then turned and walked out.
Back at the pyramid, Dany was holding court. Jorah took his place behind the bench she was using as a throne. As the various partitioners came and went, Jorah thought about what Dario had told him. If Dany sent him back to Westeros now, without a pardon in his hand, it wouldn't take too long before would end up with his head on the executioners block. He couldn't even be sure, that if she sent Selmy with him, that he wouldn't shout out to the nearest magister and point the finger at Jorah.
When court was over for the day, Dany dismissed Jorah and Ser Barristan, asking Grey Worm to walk her back to her chambers.
Dejected Jorah headed for his own room. He intended to grab a bite to eat, a quick bath and then go over some of the plans he and Selmy had been forming for the invasion of Westeros. In the end he did eat and bathe, but rather than go over the plan, he laid on his bed and thought about Dario's parting words.
Was Dario speaking out of jealousy because Dany was sending him away? How did he even know about Dany and Jorah? Nothing had happened between them since before Yunkai, but Jorah knew that servants gossiped and it was possible that Dany had told Dario of their relationship herself.
If Danerys did decide to send him to his death in Westeros, would he follow her orders? He had sworn to never leave her side many times, usually when they were alone in her tent, and she had sworn to keep him by her side not matter what. Did that mean anything now she had taken Dario into her bed? He rubbed at his temples. Did he really think she had meant those words? He sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe a good nights sleep would help settle his thoughts.