A/N: Hey guys! I'm really sorry for the very long wait, but things got a little hectic here, but they're starting to get a little better and I'm trying to get back into the groove of things. So I am hopeful that you won't have to wait nearly as long for the next chapter.

Chapter 4: Inner Turmoil

Jorah had spent the night alone after everything that had happened between him and his Queen and part of him couldn't help but wonder, as he laid there in his bed, if it had all just been a dream that he had imagined? Would he wake up to find that everything had gone back to normal as if nothing had happened at all? Jorah could still feel her body up against his own, the soft touch of her lips as they met his in a kiss, the taste of wine still lingering there in her mouth… he couldn't have just imagined all of that could he? Part of him wanted to push her away, to keep her from getting too attached to him if something should happen to him because of the greyscale, his time with her would already be short, he knew that deep down, but the grey scale would dwindle their time down even further than it already was.

His mind had been racing throughout the night, trying to figure out what he should or could do. Dany had already told him that she had some scouts out looking for anyone that might know of a cure, but just sitting still and doing nothing made him feel restless and unable to coup with everything else that was going on around him. There was too much to think about, too much to do, and too little time and was causing him to grow even wearier.

After the restless night in bed, Jorah awoke to one of Dany's servants awakening him with his breakfast and she reminded him that he needed to be down at the fighting pits after he had finished. He thanked her for the food that she had brought to him and she left the room, leaving him once again with his thoughts of Dany and how he might react to her once he saw her again, but with her husband this time. It was a thought that troubled him deeply. Where would he sit? Would he be by her side? Or would he be standing guard beside of Daario again? Had anything truly changed at all?

Shoving his plate aside, Jorah ran his fingers through his hair and stood up to leave for the Fighting Pits, unable to eat more than a few bites of bread from his plate because he couldn't stomach any more than that. When he arrived, he quickly found the small stage that was perched on one side of the arena where Dany was sitting next to her husband, dressed in a white gown and Daario pointed towards the back corner, signaling to him where he was to stand guard while the tournament was taking place out there in front of them. He understood the importance of having as many guards around as they possibly could in order to protect her from anyone that might want to do her any harm, which there were quite a few, there in the city of Meereen. The Sons of the Harpy had become a relentless force that had risen up inside of the great city, striking fear into everyone that lived there.

The thing that Jorah found to be the scariest about the Sons of the Harpy was that they were an enemy that couldn't be seen. The men within the group could have been anybody in the city, you could run into them in the streets and you would never know it, because they wore their masks to cover their faces like a thief in the night. It was an almost cowardly act, Jorah thought, to not show their faces to their enemies, but even he had to admit that the masks that they chose to wear struck fear even into him. They had the impossible task of trying to find a need in a haystack, as that old saying went. So he had to stand guard and watch for anything that might seem suspicious.

Jorah kept looking around the arena, starting to feel weak and tired in the heat after spending the past few days with nerves on edge, hardly any sleep, and little food, but he mainly attempted to avert his eyes away from Dany and her husband. She had told him many times now that the two had only wed as a political gesture in order to bring some form of peace to the city, but that hadn't made it hurt any less to see them together. He knew that Hizdahr would sleep in her bed and lay with her in order to create a legitimate heir as she was the Queen and if their child didn't look anything like Hizdahr, then there would be more scandals for Dany to deal with and even more uprisings within the city and he didn't want for her to have to deal with that. She had to focus on her duty as a Queen and that sometimes meant sacrificing things that she wanted in order to do what would be the best for her people and that meant keeping the peace.

Dany would cast a worried look back at him every once in a while as the fighting progressed there in front of her, knowing that he was starting to look very sickly standing there, but he ignored her and kept watch as if nothing had changed between them… just like she would have wanted anyways. After a moment, Dany ordered for one of the guards to bring a chair for him to sit in, and stubbornly, he refused the offer at first but after Dany insisted and gave him a glare as a mother would to an unruly child, he gave in and sat down, now unable to see the arena as well as he would have liked.

"You're not looking so good, old man." Daario commented, hovering over top of him as Jorah leaned back in his seat. It took all of his self-control not to jump up and punch the man in the face. Jorah wasn't in the mood to deal with his lip that day.

"I'm tired." He replied, keeping his gaze straight forward. "I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, but our Queen wanted me here… so I came."

"I can take over from here, if you would like to go back up to your room."

"I'll be fine." He simply responded, even though the offer had been more than tempting. He needed the sleep and he wanted to get away from Hizdahr too. "This shouldn't last too much longer anyways." He waved it off as he leaned his head back against the post for a moment and closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the sounds of the crowed as the watched the fight with anticipation of what might happen next. There were cheers and boos and the sound of weapons clinking together somewhere down below, right before the sound of screams as one of the men died. The sounds all reminded him of war somehow, except they had made a game out of it and was much more brutal than any tourney that he had ever been too.

A sudden ruffling of a tunic caught his attention from behind and he turned just in time to see a glint of gold and he was quick to stand and pull out his sword and stab the man with it without even thinking about it. The sudden exhilaration quickly taking its toll on his body and he sunk down to one knee in an attempt to catch his breath. Daario was already on guard and the unsullied were raising up their shields and spears, gathering around Dany and her guests in attempt to protect her.

Jorah pushed himself back onto his feet and tightened the grip around the hilt of his sword, now being able to see why the Unsullied were all suddenly on guard. The Sons of the Harpy were everywhere within the arena and there must have been hundreds of them. The sunlight glinted off of each of their masks, seemingly arising out of nowhere and all of the rest were trying to make a panicked break towards the exits, but most of them were too late. Either the doors were starting to close on them or they had been cut down by one of the masked men wielding spears or knives or whatever else that they might have had at their disposal.

Screams of fear and of panic and the smell of blood was starting to fill the arena, causing Jorah to spring into action by a sudden rush of adrenaline. He went to Dany's side and took her by the arm to get her to look at him.

"We need to get out of here." He said in as calm of a voice as he could manage under the certain circumstances. "They're starting to close all of the doors… if we stay here for much longer, we won't make it out."

She nodded and he hopped down off of the stage, steadying himself against the stage for a moment before turning to help her down from the platform and Daario was quick to follow, helping Tyrion down and one of the Unsullied was helping Missandei off of the stage. Everything was happening so quickly now and they didn't have time to stop. Dany must have caught a glimpse of Hizdahr taking a spear from behind as he tried to escape because she momentarily froze and Jorah had to grab her by the arm and pull her away before she became their next victim. He held onto her as they sprinted towards the only open door, keeping her close in order to protect her.

When they finally made it to the tunnel that led to the outside, Jorah felt a tiny glint of hope that they were almost out of the trap and that they would make it to safety, but that glint of hope it was quickly extinguished as that door started to shut in front of them. He let go of Dany in an attempt to get there faster, but it was of no use. Angrily punching the door, Jorah turned to look back at the others, unsure of what they should do next. They were trapped now and there was no way out. There were so few of them to fight back against the dozens of enemies within.

Daario looked at him for a moment and Jorah automatically knew what he was thinking without having to say a single word. It was a long shot at best, but they would have to fight back against them as it would be better to go down fighting than it would be just to give up and hand themselves over to them to be slaughtered like animals. He would give his life for his Queen and that meant to protect her at all costs, no matter how hopeless the situation may seem. Jorah gave him a nod and took Dany by the arm again and all of the others gathered around them as they made their way back out into the chaos that was still unfolding on the inside. The Unsullied fought off a few men as they made their way towards the center of the arena, the safest place to assure that they wouldn't be cornered, which was the deadliest of all places that you could be during any kind of battle.

The Harpy were quick to surround them, pointing their spears and knives at them as they lunged forward to fight with one of their own and Jorah left Dany in the center to fight with the Unsullied. He still felt weak, but he had to fight them… he had to fight them for HER, he kept reminding himself over and over again in his head as if it were some kind of mantra that would give him strength to keep going. He had to keep her safe, he wanted to keep her safe, and he wanted to keep her alive. Damn the consequences. He would fight until his last breath. I vow to serve you, to obey you, to die for you if need be.

Jorah was knocked down a few times, but an Unsullied quickly covered him as he pushed himself back onto his feet, sword in hand. He had been cut by some kind of blade on his arm and blood was flowing down it, adding onto his already weakened state, and one had managed to knick a place on his cheek, but he kept going until the sound of wings started to beat the sky and all eyes were cast upwards to see where the 'disturbance' was coming from, even the Harpy's seemed momentarily distracted by the great beast as it swooped down out of the sky and landed in the arena. It was Drogon and he wasted no time in opening his mouth and releasing fire onto nearly everyone and everything in sight. Jorah involuntarily stood and took a few steps backwards as the Harpy's efforts became more concentrated on dragon that was lighting all of them on fire. Jorah found himself unable to move as he watched the beast in awe, it was a sight to beheld and there was nothing like it in this world. Dany began walking towards the creature and everything within him was telling him to make her stop, but he was unable to move, so he just stood there and watched as she grew closer and Drogon turned his attention on her and roared at her.

There was nothing that he could do to help her now, if the Dragon was just as unruly and as untamed as he remembered he was, but to his surprise, Drogon allowed her to reach up and pet him and then she crawled up on his back and with a few swift beats of the great beast's wings, they were off into the sky, leaving them to finish off what was left of the Harpys on their own, which wasn't much at that point. Dany was safe for now, but he had also noticed that Drogon had been injured in their skirmish and he knew that Dany had to get both of them to safety. She has to protect her children. He thought. She couldn't afford to lose any of them.