Daenerys:
The boy seemed truly shocked by Jorah's decision to allow the blade to remain in his care, though I was not. I knew my Knight had a good heart and a sound mind, and although I had never heard him speak of his father, it was clear that he still held Lord Mormont in high regard, despite the exile which had been imposed on him. Jorah had scarcely allowed me to see past his tough exterior, but I knew that inside his suit of armour beat a heart full of pain and sorrow that even I had not experienced.
I knew that the pain which burned inside of me over the loss of the moon of my life and our child could never compare to what Jorah felt inside. Nothing I could have done would have brought Drogo and Rhaego back to me, but Jorah's loss was self-inflicted. He believed that he had driven away his father's love, and he knew that he could not win it back. I knew that my moon and stars smiled down on me from the heavens; Jorah would never feel that peace.

I touched the back of Jorah's hand; trying to show him that I knew his pain, that I understood his loss. At my touch he raised his head, snapping himself out of whatever haze his thoughts had dragged him into. He smiled sadly, and silently interlaced his fingers with mine. The surprise of his familiarity was short lived; as I felt his fingers close around mine a wave of heat rose within me. In that moment his touch felt right, I felt safe. He was my Knight, and I his Khaleesi.

Jon:
I watched as Ser Jorah reached down and took the hand of his silver haired companion. She seemed startled by this intimacy, but did not move away. I saw a look of contentment pass between the two of them, not unlike the looks I had once seen my father exchange with Lady Catelyn. Their familiarity seemed rooted within them; though I previously had not thought them to be lovers, I now began to re-assess this assumption. This moment was not one of friendship, but of love.
As I looked on, I began to feel as if I were intruding upon and intimate moment, a secret meeting between two lovers. I turned away to hide the redness of my cheeks, but they did not turn; so oblivious were they to all around them. As I turned, I noticed a child staring at me from the shadows. A look of fear crossing his face as his eyes froze on the longsword in my hand. I began tell the boy that I meant no harm, but in an instant he was gone, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"DESERTER!"

Jorah:
The sound of a child screeching wrenched me back to the present. I felt Daenerys' hand fall from mine, as we both snapped back to reality. I saw the Snow boy racing to the end of the alley which had offered us shelter from the treacherous streets of King's Landing. The screeching child was long gone, but his cries still echoed around our camp, assaulting us from all sides. The boy's face was ashen as he returned, his terror evident in his eyes. He knew, as well as I did, that we were no longer safe.

The boy scrambled forward to collect the cloak of the Night's Watch which he had obviously been using as bedding. I began to wonder how long he had been camped out here, and what his business was in King's Landing. This was a treacherous area for a deserter of the Night's Watch; no sane man would risk their life like this unless it was for a divine purpose. As I watched him, he shoved two finders in his mouth and whistled loudly, the shrill sound piercing the silence which had descended upon us.

I heard a soft pounding of paws approaching from behind, and turned to find a fierce dog unlike any I'd ever seen before approaching at a threatening pace. I dove to protect my Khaleesi, fearing the hound might spring for her delicate and unprotected frame. However, I needn't have worried, as the animal ran straight past us towards the boy. A fearsome creature, it stood taller than the boy's hip, with a fleece as white as fallen snow. The boy knelt beside it, lowering his face into the creature's shaggy mane, speaking to it as if it were a dear friend.