WAHEY HELLO AGAIN! So it seems I will be starting up sooner than anticipated! I actually sat and planned this entire fic out and by the looks of it; it'll be around 24 chapters in total (give or take). Things should make a lot more sense now although I'm not promising greatness, but I'll try my best. As you can see I have deleted a few chapters so as to start practically a fresh and the first couple of chapters don't really affect my new plan so I thought I'd start here! I've tried my hardest to take into account all that you have said and I'll be getting a Beta ASAP but this is all off my own back for the moment.

So without further ado here is the new chapter four and I hope you enjoy where this story will take you!

Since returning to Westeros, Jorah Mormont found himself never alone.

It was as if he were being stalked by memories long forgotten and ghosts unsatisfied. What lay with him that they may want was beyond his knowledge, but he knew that the unsettled feeling in his stomach had nothing to do with the mead. Well, not all of it. Through the window he could see the sky was clear, but at the edge on the horizon a threat hung – winter loomed; full of dread and fear. It would be good for them to leave for the south before the snows began he knew; but whether he would be able to pull his princess away from the intrigue of Jon Snow was another matter entirely. The jug before him whispered its alluring words through his nostrils making his mouth water. He looked up to find the cook they had managed to entice from moles town staring at him, half in fear and half in disgust. Jorah swallowed and then pushed himself away from the table, allowing the man access to clear up. It became apparent after a few moments however that the man was not going to move while he remained there. So instead he sighed and stood, making his way over to the peg by the door where his cloak hung tattered and threadbare. Before he reached for the door he heard the clatter of cup and jug behind him and rolled his eyes. He exited.

The sun was setting as he made his way across the training yard, ricocheting blinding sunlight off the Wall. Jorah looked up at the immense structure and shivered. Unnatural. The armoury was one place he had never liked. For all the days he had stood guard among the blunt swords and empty furnaces, never once had he felt fully comfortable. He paused at the entrance to the boy's chambers as the sound of laughter reached his ears. He recognized the imp's dry chuckle and the other voice must be Snow's…

He reached up hesitantly and knocked softly on the hard wood. "Enter" came a voice from within and he took a breath as he pushed the door open, stepping into his modest chambers. For an armourer's rooms they were surprisingly airy and large. Furnished as was fitting a lord commander with maybe a few less of the usual personal touches you would expect. His eyes found Daenerys first, seated a little to the left of the dwarf who was pouring himself a goblet of what looked like wine. He stepped forward into the light a hand perched lightly on the hilt of his sword. This was the first he had seen of this boy Jon Snow since finding him in the cell beneath the Wall. His face was gaunt, a light dusting of a beard covering his cheeks but his eyes were brighter than before and the smile on his lips transformed his features. He was a good looking boy and a brief thought entered his mind as to why he had decided to join the Watch in the first place. The boy coughed as he approached and waved a hand to a chair at the end of the table. "Ser Jorah, I believe I have you to thank for guarding my while I was…indisposed. Forgive me, I would rise but my legs do not seem to want to allow it" Jorah nodded and set himself slowly into the chair. He didn't sit back; he didn't want to get too comfortable.

"So" began the dwarf "Now we are all here let the story begin" he took a sip of his wine delicately. His princess was looking over at Jon with a look akin to curiosity on her face. It made Jorah uncomfortable. She shook herself out of it before she spoke however.

"Indeed. We were sent to find out what was going on here, and you're the only one that's here to tell us." She leant forward "what happened here, Jon?" we're on first name terms now? The boy shifted slightly in his seat, wincing in apparent pain. Jorah couldn't help but feel pity for the lad and all he had been through.

"It was a difficult time my lady. I had enemies, in and outside the Watch. I was warned of that but…" he seemed to hesitate and that if nothing else, added to his unease. "I ignored what I was told and it led to a large mistake it seems. I didn't mean for it to reach this point however."

"Well Snow it seems things never change. We always seem to be making mistakes don't we?" the boy smiled at that

"We are more similar than people think, Lannister." An interesting relationship. Of course both were broken men, it was only natural that they should bond over such matters. They were strong too and clever; if they cold be trusted they could be useful. He cleared his throat. Jon's eyes flicked over to him and a brief narrowing of eyebrows brought Jorah a tiny hint of smugness. Jon took a breath to continue.

"Letting the wildlings through the wall seemed a plausible idea at the time, and it seems to have proved successful since. Back before though I had much opposition. Some believed me too young, some still believed me to be an oath breaker and turncloak. Which is true to a point" he looked up "but I swear I was just doing as was asked of me, nothing more"

"Its fine, we understand. Go on"

"I received a letter from Roose Bolton's bastard son Ramsay, telling of Stannis Baratheon's apparent demise and a threat on my own life. I meant…I meant to journey south and meet with Ramsay to answer this threat. As it happens that moment never came" he seemed to struggle for a moment "I knew of the growing unease between some of the men and I but I though to be past the worst. I was proved wrong it seems. Wun Wun was angry, we tried to calm him and suddenly I was being swiped at with a blade…" the boy paused, he was looking down at the table in apparent confusion. The pity he was feeling began to grow. Jon looked up at Dany through wide eyes prompting a small nod on her behalf. What's going on there? "The next thing I knew you were waking me and I was here. I assume the watch dispersed after the rest of the wildlings and king's men left. I'm afraid that's all I know" Jorah let out a breath.

There was a moment of silence.

"Well Snow, it seems you may have equalled me. Gods you have some courage" the dwarf was looking half shocked, half admiring. Tyrion turned to his princess "I think we have our explanation, and I think it's safe to say what we have been doing is right. They are all traitors and turncloaks." Jon smiled slightly at that. It was a knowing smile, and one that confused him even more.

"Thank you, for everything you have told us." Daenerys stood and strode over to the fire, clasping her hands in front of her. From the looks of it she was struggling with something and he had a good idea what. "All that remains is what to do now" at her words Jorah shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He wanted no part in this, no part in what was to happen next. He lived for the day and the future was too much of a stretch to think about. He had imagined his future before and what he was living now was the opposite of what he had been aspiring too. Now it was painful to ponder. She turned to him at the sound of his fingers drumming upon the table "Ser Jorah? Is all well?" he attempted a smile, but what she must have seen was something rather different because she arched an eyebrow.

"No Khaleesi-"

"My lady"

"My lady. It's just, am I needed? There is still construction work to be reviewed so you have suitable rooms until we return south" he thought it an appropriate excuse; he just couldn't bear to be sat in a room buzzing with this sort of tension. She didn't seem happy, or at least the way she looked at him spoke lengths of her confusion. The dwarf coughed into the silence, to the disdain of his princess.

"Well, no and I suppose this discussion could wait until we are all rested. Lord Snow shall we meet tomorrow?" the boy grimaced. Slowly he pushed himself to his feet. It was the first time Jorah had seen him on his feet and was surprised at the lithe but strong build of the man. Man. Because he was, a man grown. And maybe that was part of the problem…

"My lord, Ser" he turned to Dany "My lady" he held her gaze in a way that forced Jorah's eyes away. I've had enough. He stood swiftly, sweeping to stand behind his chair. Jon's head swivelled to him "I…agree. I believe we may hold better council upon the morrow" Jon nodded towards him, but his features fell when he saw the look of enmity on Jorah's face. Lord Snow managed to hide it however as Dany made to help him towards the bed. He couldn't take any more and so without another word, bowed stiffly from the waist and made for the door. The cold hit him like a dozen daggers and for a moment he had an idea of the pain the lord commander must have known that night. Steps alerted him of an approaching companion and he turned to find the imp sauntering towards him with that ugly smirk pasted across his face.

"Dwarf" he aid gruffly. Tyrion just stepped past him but stopped to speak just before turning a corner;

"You think we are blind? You cannot have what you want, so I would get used to the idea that she will never look at you the way you look at her" the dwarf set him with an emerald green stare and then sighed "Goodnight ser knight"

Jorah bit his cheek to prevent a retort but the imp was out of sight soon enough. He himself made his way back to the common hall. The sun had fully set and the place held an eerie quality. Looks he thought they betray me.