Hello everyone!

I'm sorry for the delay in updating the story but this time, it really couldn't be helped. You see, not long after I posted the previous chapter, my laptop finally died its final and irreversible death. So as you can probably guess, I have been frantically trying to save up for a new laptop and I have finally succeeded! Luckily, I have this story backed up in a few places so at least I didn't loose ALL my hard work.

Anyway, onto the chapter and my apologies in advance about the Dothraki. I had the translation page up with the translations already there when the computer died and now I can't find the translator I used and can no longer remember the exact wording of the original English phrasing I used.

D'Oh!

Chapter 45 – A Dragon's Tale

"Left, right, left, left, parry, good, good, faster, more control, less power…"

"MOVE YOUR FEET GIRL!"

The thump of someone landing on their ass rang throughout the small shaded courtyard.

Titus Forel shook his head in dismay as he regarded his young charge. He was the younger brother of the famous Syrio Forel, the current First Sword of Bravos.

Syrio had taught his younger brother the Water Dance and it seems like the deadly gracefulness that Syrio portrayed in his chosen style ran thought the family as his younger brother was just as talented as he was. In fact, Titus had been just been informed of his selection as the next First Sword of Bravos when Syrio's term ended in just a few months. He would have to leave his current residence by the end of the month if he wished to return to Bravos in time to attend the retirement ceremony for his brother.

But until then, he had a contract to honour.

"Your feet once again have become wild and out of control or I would not have been able to trip you up so easily. You must learn to control your whole body as well as you control your sword girl!" Titus commented as he walked over and helped his young student to her feet.

"This is not the hack n' slash stomping dance of the Westerosi knights we are learning here," making her giggle as he exaggerated his movements, stomping his feet loudly and swinging his sword in wide arcs, in order to demonstrate what he was definitely not teaching her.

"No, this is the dance of Water, fluid, creative, constantly moving. There is no announcing of intentions with loud feet and wide swinging swords, no, we dance, on light feet, quick, silent, graceful, deadly." He once again put more graceful movements to his words as he once again showed her the steps to this particular sequence of the dance.

"Understand?" He asked her, quickly spinning around her and lightly slapping her across her ass with his wooden sword in reprimand for her shoddy footwork.

Daenerys yelped and jumped a little as Master Titus's sword connected with her butt. That had stung a little but she knew she deserved it. In her eagerness to take advantage what she thought was an opening in his defences, she had forgotten her footwork and lunged in, only to be grabbed by the wrist, spun around and tripped to land on her rear end much to her embarrassment.

"He's right my Lady, even with the foot stompin' style of Westeros swordplay, we still need to pay attention to our footwork. Without a solid stance and sure feet, you're dead, simple as that."

The rough, yet amused voice of her protector, Ser Jorah floated across the courtyard from where he stood observing her training next to the wall with her personal handmaiden and confidant, Irri.

"TheKhalakki is very good! She would beat most riders in a khalasar easily! Mahrazhi hash stupid*" Irri fiercely defended her friend.

Jorah smiled at the young Dothraki girl's fierce defence of Daenerys, her mixed speech of common and Dothraki made for amusing listening and her loyalty to and faith in the dragon princess was unshakable.

Daenerys frowned at Jorah and gave a mock growl while pushing silver hair strands that had escaped from the confines of the leather band she was using to keep her hair tied back off her red, sweaty face.

"I know that! It's not like I haven't' been paying attention to what you've both been teaching me, it's just…I saw an opening or I thought I saw one and went for it. I got impatient and arrogant in my ability to take advantage of it so I ended up tripping over my own feet." She gave a quick rundown on what she had done wrong.

Master Titus had constantly told her that she must be honest with herself about her mistakes or she'd fail to learn from them.

Titus nodded his head in agreement. It was a problem that he was trying to train out of her.

"Did you think you saw an opening or did you know?" He asked her.

"I thought I saw a weakness in your defence."

Titus sighed.

"How many times must I tell you to trust your instincts as well as your head in a fight? The eyes and mind can be deceived while ones gut instincts will keep you alive. It is a primal feeling, we are born with it as it is necessary for a person's survival but it alone will not keep you alive all the time. The best fighters use a combination of their mind and their instincts to survive. You will find that in life it matters not whether you are fighting for your life in a dark back ally or standing in the court of a king, the instinct is the same."

While he was not as flamboyant or verbose with his words like Syrio, he still managed to get his point across without all the flowery metaphors that his brother liked to use when training younglings.

"Enough for today. You have worked hard and I am proud of your progress and improvement over the last year. I will be sad to leave but unfortunately, I cannot refuse the great honour that the Sealord has offered me." Titus told her.

He really would be sad to leave here. His stay in Pentos had been pleasant and Daenerys herself was a lovely girl, quick, intelligent, cunning and determined. He had enjoyed teaching her the ways of the Water Dance and knew with the foundations he had drilled into her over the past year she would evolve into quite the sneaky yet terrifying swordsman.

He had enjoyed being one of her tutors, helping her grow from the haunted and withdrawn girl she had been when she arrived in Pentos into the quite yet confident young woman that now stood before him.

"I completely understand Master Titus and I agree that the honour the Sealord has bestowed upon you is one you most definitely should not turn down. I shall miss you though my dear friend." Dany's smile was kind yet sad knowing that this kind and gentle yet formidable man would be leaving her life soon.

"I shall never forget all you've taught me and I promise to become the most formidable swordswoman I can be." She smirked at him.

Upon hearing that, Titus gave her a brilliant smile.

"That's all I wish for you in this life my young friend, for you to reach your full protential. You may be a princess in exile, but never forget that you are royalty and even in exile, you have a obligation to yourself and your fellow man to be the best version of yourself so you may help those who cannot help themselves. You are kind, you are brave and you are strong, not to mention smart, sneakier then a thief in the night and determined. That will get you far in your life. I look forward to hearing about your future endeavours, for I whole heartily believe that you will not disappear into history so easily or quietly."

"Well then, I'll just have to do something outrageously shocking in the future so you may be well entertained by my antics Master Titus." Her face was red from the praise but her smile was brilliant and cheeky.

Master Titus burst out laughing at the audacity of his young student.

"I do believe you will and I very much look forward to seeing you shake the world with your footsteps! If you find yourself in need of me, send word and I'll come to you my Princess." He promised her warmly and gave her courtly bow.

Daenerys laughed.

"You may be assured that if that day ever comes, I shall send for you Master Titus but let us hope that the day never comes when I need to send that message."

"Indeed princess."

With that final comment, teacher and student saluted each other and went their separate ways.

Later while soaking her bruises and sore muscles in a hot bath, Daenerys mused over the strange yet welcome turn of events that had happened in her life over the past year.

After she had recovered from the vicious beating her brother had given her shortly after they arrived in Pentos, Magister Illyrio had done everything possible to distract her brother's attention away from her. It had worked, for a little while and she'd had a brief period of peace until late one night, he had stormed into her room, drunk and angry and proceeded to pull her out of bed and starting hitting her once again. She had given off a loud scream of surprise before he had starting hitting her which had been enough to alert her two maids to the situation. Ilssa had run for both the Magister and guards while Karna had done what she could to protect her young Lady from being hurt.

He had thrown Karna off him and had just started to untie his pants, his intentions displayed on his face for all to see, when the guards came rushing in, pulled Viserys off her and then manhandled him from the room, ignoring his screams and threats as they pushed him down the corridor and locked him in his room.

Two days later, she had a personal bodyguard.

Dany had initially been confused and a little bit scared when two days after Viserys had hurt her again, a tall, grizzled looking Westerosi knight had accompanied Magister Illyrio into the parlour where she had just finished her lunch.

Her fear increased when the Magister introduced Ser Jorah Mormont, formerly of Bear Island to her. While she hadn't been raised in Westeros, Ser Willem Darry, before he died, had made sure that both of the Targaryen children at least knew which houses in Westeros would support them and which would not should they ever decide return home.

Mormont was a Northern house and that meant he was loyal to the Starks of Winterfell who were no friend to her family.

"Are you here to kill me?"

She felt like a right idiot now for asking that question, but at the time, she felt she was justified in asking. She was in Pentos because Robert Baratheon had once again tried to have her and her brother killed, so seeing a man from Westeros with a bear sigil on his clothing had scared her.

It had been the look of absolute horror and revulsion on his face when she asked him that reassured her that she was safe, from this man at least. It was then that he explained that he had been hired by Magister Illyrio to be her sworn sword.

It was after Magister Illyrio had left them to get acquainted that Ser Jorah had informed her that due to his suggestion, there were also to be changes to her daily routine. First she would be moved to another part of the house and given a suite of rooms away from her brother and she was to resume her education with tutors that the Magister had personally vetted and hired for her in all manner of subjects, one of them being languages which made Dany happy. She had loved learning High Valyrian and wished to learn more languages but moving around as much as they did, hadn't been helpful when it came to learning new things in depth.

She would also have lessons swordplay.

That had startled her.

Ser Jorah had then explained that although he would everything in his power to keep her safe, he couldn't be everywhere at once and there would come a time when she would have to defend herself as he wouldn't be there or be able to come to her defence if they were beset by multiple enemies at once. It would make both their lives easier if she could fend for herself.

She would also be receiving companionship in the form of a handmaiden.

While Dany loved Ilssa and Karna, they were old enough to be her mother and grandmother respectively and Dany was missing the companionship of people her age. Back in Bravos, she had made friends with some of the street kids, well those her brother hadn't managed drive away with his abuses and threats and it had made her very sad leaving them behind without even the chance to say goodbye when they had to flee Bravos before Robert's assassins caught up with them. She was lonely and had been for some time.

Irri was a girl of the Dothraki people a year or two older then Dany. According to the story she had told them, she had been sold into slavery when Khal Rakis had been defeated by Khal Drogo and his Bloodriders. The Khal had decided that he had enough people in his khalasar for the time being and had been more interested in selling them to the slave masters instead.

Irri had been lucky in that she hadn't been forced into any of the pleasure houses as a pleasure slave but her previous master hadn't been the kindest man either. She and the other women in the household had been spared the horrors of having to pleasure the master only because the master had preferred young boys instead but they were still beaten and humiliated by the soldiers that guarded the manse she lived in.

Magister Illyrio had brought her from her former master, freed her and placed her in Dany's service as a handmaiden. Irri hadn't known what her duties had entailed at first but she had quickly learned. These days, Irri was her closest friend and confident.

"Khalakki jin hadaen et jadat* " Irri informed her as she rose from her bath and wrapped the bath sheet around her body.

"Thank you Irri. I shall dress first otherwise Ser Jorah liable to pass out from embarrassment again!"

They sniggered as they remembered what had happened in the early days as they were all getting to know each other. Irri, not knowing any better at the time had let Ser Jorah into her room while she had been in the process of removing the bath sheet in order to dress. The poor man's face had gone bright red in embarrassment while his eyes bulged out of his head. He had then swiftly turned his back to her and exited the room all while almost shouting apologies to her for the intrusion.

"Come Khalakki, the hadaen will get eshina*" Irri said as they exited her room in to the main sitting room in her suite.

Dany frowned as she tried to translate what Irri had just said. She knew it had to do with the food but she couldn't quite grasp the meaning of that last word.

"The food will get cold?" she queried.

"Very good Khalakki! You will master the Dothraki language yet." Irri complimented her.

Dany smiled in pleasure. Dothraki was a harsh and guttural tongue to master but she was slowly getting there.

"Tikh yer care tat nevalat Khalakki?"*Irri asked her.

"yer ishish serve jin hadaen akka qafat join anna"* Dany replied and smiled as Irri quickly severed Dany her meal and sat down across the table and started serving herself.

As Irri cleared the table, Dany wondered over to the wide windows and stared at the beautiful view. Illyrio's huge manse sat on top of one of the more gentle hills that surrounded the bay and from her window, Dany had a clear view of Pentos itself as if flowed downhill towards the bay and harbour, the white-washed walls of the buildings reflected the sun, making the city look as if it was glowing when view from afar.

"Send Ser Jorah in as you leave please Irri." Dany commanded her handmaiden as she prepared to leave the room.

"Sek Khalakki*" Irri replied as she left the room.

Dany returned the gaze to the view outside her window. She was deep in thought. It had been a year of shocking revelations and hard learned lessons. The hardest and most shocking lesson came when she had learned the truth behind her father's fall from grace.

The tutor, Master Xhoust, had been the one to instruct her in history and politics and it was here she learned how painfully innocent and naïve she had been and, she admitted to herself, painfully stupid. She had believed her brother's tales about what had happen to their father and family and as he was her brother, naturally she believed what he told her.

When Master Xhoust had asked her what she knew about Robert's Rebellion, he had been utterly dismayed and angry at the lies she had been told. Zhoust had ranted about wilful stupidity and her brother's willing and obsessive blindness to the truth. The only reason why Master Xhoust hadn't stalked from the room in order to find Viserys and strangle him was Ser Jorah standing in the doorway.

"She deserves to know the truth Xhoust" Jorah had told him.

And what a truth it was!

She had learned what everyone else, bar Viserys and she seemed to know. Her father was completely and utterly insane!

Dany hadn't wanted to believe it at first. There was no way her father had burned people alive in wildfire in the throne room of the Red Keep! Her oldest brother Rhaegar, did not kidnap and rape Lady Lyanna Stark! Her father couldn't have been so utterly stupid as to murder a Lord Paramount and his heir in the throne room of the Red Keep!

But the more she read and the more Master Xhoust taught her, she found that she could no longer deny the truth. In the beginning, she had almost managed to convince herself that her father had listened to bad council or been betrayed, but Master Xhoust had neatly shut that down by informing her that by the time all this had happened, Ayres had long since stopped listening to his councilors or trusting anyone other than himself.

By the time Robert's Rebellion had been in full swing, he told her, Ayres had already gone through two Hands of the King and was on his third Hand when he had been killed.

First Lord Jon Connington, Lord of Griffin's Rest was dismissed from the post for incompetence, thank to Robert smashing his army in the Battle of the Bells. The second, Lord Qarlton Chelsted had been executed for apparent treason, but what treason he supposedly committed, was never made public, which made his death a suspicious one. The third one was Wisdom Rossart, the head of the Alchemist's Guild, who had been his third and last hand had been killed by Ser Jamie Lannister at the same time as her father.

That last one had confused her. The other two, she could understand as they had some experience with ruling but a Wisdom? from the Alchemist Guild? It was both a strange and deeply disturbing choice that had forced her to ask herself two a deeply unsettling questions .

Just how deep had her father's madness run?

And was she destined to follow him into madness?

Dany was disturbed from her thoughts as Ser Jorah entered the room.

"You sent for me my Lady?" He asked her as he gave a bow.

Dany smiled at her grim faced bear of a protector.

"I did Ser Jorah. Please, be seated. Would you like some wine?" She offered as she headed to the sideboard where the decanter of wine was waiting.

"Please and thank you my Lady." Jorah said, sitting down in the chair that Irri had recently vacated.

Dany poured two goblets of wine and placed one on the table in front of Jorah before re-taking her seat. She took a sip, looking at the northern man sitting in front of her. She was curious about him. She had learned much about Ser Jorah since he had started protecting her but while he was full of useful and interesting information about the world in general, he spoke very little about himself or his family. She didn't even know the real reason why he was in Pentos to begin with for she didn't buy his story of wishing to adventure and see the world for a while.

Jorah on the other hand, just sat there, waiting for her to say whatever was on her mind. He had come to care for Dany like the daughter he wished he had.

It had taken him a couple of months to arrange a meeting with Illyrio. He had written to Varys asking for a letter introduction, stating that he could get more accurate and timely information on the Targaryen siblings in he was somehow gain service in their employ. It had taken a while for Varys to reply but he had gotten his letter and set out to speak with Illyrio about a position guarding the Targaryen's.

After Tyrion and his King had left, he had taken himself back to the rooms he had been renting under a false name, overwhelmed and bewildered as to why Ned Stark had picked him of all people to do this. Him. Ser Jorah Mormont, disgraced former Lord of Bear Island and former husband to a selfish and greedy southern woman, who had never loved him. He had sold free men, not innocent men but still free, into slavery in order to keep his expensive wife happy. He had known it was wrong and he had regretted it almost immediately but the damage had already been done.

It hadn't taken long for Ned Stark to find out about what he had done with the poacher's he'd caught on his land and Jorah hadn't really been surprised to learn that he was marked for execution for breaking the law as slavery had been outlawed since the beginning and the Northern people had never kept or sold slaves in all their long history.

It had been Lynesse who convinced him to run. He had been prepared to accept his fate but Lynesse had begged and pleaded with him to run away with her and start a new life in the Free Cities. She had convinced him that it was the only way for them now. She told him she loved him too much to watch him die for men who had not been innocent in the first place. She had been so convincing in her arguments that he had conceded to her wishes and left Westeros in shame for a life in exile.

Of course, it hadn't lasted.

The first time he admitted to himself that he'd made a mistake in marrying her was when they got into a huge argument over Longclaw, House Mormont's valyrian steel sword. Jorah wanted to leave it behind, for he knew he was unworthy of wielding it anymore and while he may have forsaken his honour, he had just enough of it left to leave the sword behind for his father to bestow on someone more worthy.

Lynesse though had wanted to take it with them for she knew how much a valyrian steel sword such as Longclaw was worth in Essos. The amount they would get from selling the sword would have set them up nicely for a good long while and Lynesse was used to the finer things in life. She refused to live the life of a sell-sword's wife.

Jorah had been aghast and disgusted at her mercery attitude towards the heirloom of his House. He was beginning to see her for what she truly was an opportunist and a gold digger who had misjudged her target this time around and was now paying the price for her error in judgement.

It hadn't taken long after they arrived in Myr for her to leave him to become the concubine of a very wealthy merchant.

His thoughts returned to the present and he studied the beautiful young woman in front of him while she studied him in return. Daenerys was the spitting image of her mother. Jorah remembered seeing Queen Rhealla once at court and she was almost ethereal in her beauty, but sad, so very, very sad. Jorah remembered some of the rumours he'd heard after the war about the horrifying abused heaped upon the gentle woman by her husband and while he hoped that they weren't true, he feared they were and he didn't want to be the one to tell the princess about it when she finally starting asking about her parents and oldest brother.

Daenerys broke the comfortable silence that had reigned between them.

"Why are you really here in Pentos Ser Jorah?"

Jorah frowned.

"Are you sure you want to know Daenerys? My story is not a pleasant one. I've done bad things Daenerys, some very bad things that I have regretted deeply and I'm trying to atone for but it doesn't change the fact that I've done them and I have to live with that guilt and regret for the rest of my life."

Dany's eyes widened slightly in surprise when he called her Daenerys for the first time, but other than that, her face gave no indication about what she may be thinking.

Dany kept her face calm and devoid of all emotion but her mind was racing furiously in thought. Ever since she met him, she had felt protected and cared for and dare she say it, loved? Not once had Ser Jorah given her the slightest indication that he wanted to hurt her or see her hurt by others, especially her brother.

She absently wondered if this was what having a father felt like.

It always amused her to no end the absolute childish fit Viserys would throw when Jorah addressed him as my Lord and not his Grace as Viserys demanded of everyone. The first time Viserys screamed at Jorah the words 'I am your king' Jorah had just cruelly laughed at him.

"King? You're no king! You're just a scared, spoilt little boy, screaming at the world because no one wants to listen to your lies. Your mad father did unforgivable things. Things that even the most depraved criminal would not abide by! Things a man would willingly go to war over! Your family lost the right to rule through conquest of arms, you are no longer royalty so don't expect me to treat you as such myLord."

Jorah stared at the boy whose face had gotten redder and redder in anger. He could see Viserys was just itching to retort with whatever delusions floated though his mind. His eyes held a not so hidden hint of the same madness that had infected his father. He was a lost cause.

"Westeros already dealt with one mad dragon, we can easily deal with a second mad dragon if needs be. Heed my warning Viserys Targaryen, give up whatever poisonous dreams you have of regaining your family's former throne and start fresh here in Essos. You could be happy here."

Jorah's tone darkened in for a final warning.

"Westeros doesn't want another mad king. Westeros doesn't want you."

Dany returned Jorah's look.

"I'm sure Ser Jorah. In fact I need to know. It's my life that's at stake here if your past catches up with you. Being ignorant of your past, true reasons and motives is a liability I can't afford to have."

Jorah sighed deeply. He had been hoping to put this off longer but it wasn't to be. She was right, her being ignorant of his past and why he was here would put her in more danger then she already was. Besides, it was becoming common knowledge in the house and the city. She'd find out eventually. Better it come from him then someone else.

"I sold men into slavery."

Jorah's blunt confession sent a thrill of horror and disgust down her spine. She despised slavery, despite it being a fact of live in Essos and the Free Cities baring Bravos. It was degrading, dehumanizing and not natural despite what the slave masters would have you think. It was not natural for men and women to be enslaved to another's will.

"I don't know what to say to that." It was the only reply she could give at the moment.

Jorah sighed deeply.

"I understand my Lady. I honestly don't know what to say about it either. What I did was wrong. I knew it then and I know it now. Criminals they may have been, but they had been born free men of Westeros. By rights, I should have sent them to the Wall as punishment as the Watch always needs men but my former wife had expensive tastes and at the time, I was a man in love with a manipulative, vicious woman who was looking to climb higher the social ladder. She hadn't done her research though or she'd know that House Mormont while Lords, are not a rich house. She miscalculated and by the time she realised this, we'd been wedded and bedded."

Dany kept her face passive while internally she winced at the depths of bitterness and loathing in the Northerner's voice. Whether that bitterness and loathing was aim at himself or his former wife, she didn't know but the guilt and regret in his eyes showed that at least he was sorry for what he had done and regrated it deeply.

"That explains why you are in Pentos Ser, not why you are here with me." She firmly stated.

Jorah studied her in silence, as he thought on what to tell her.

As much as he didn't want to, he had to tell her the truth about his original deal with Varys. He really didn't want to tell her that he had been originally here to keep tabs on her and her brother and to provide regular reports as to their whereabouts and movements, that was a gross betrayal of the trust she had in him, but all that all that had changed when he met Jon and Tyrion. He was still spying for Robert but now it was just for show. His reports ever since King Jon had left Pentos had nothing of substance in them. He wished to tell her that Eddard Stark had offered him a chance to cleanse and redeem his reputation, his honour and most importantly, the chance to return home one day and all he had to do in return was protect her which was something he would have done anyway if given the chance.

And there was his problem.

He couldn't tell her about his deal with Ned Stark without first telling her why he accepted the deal. King Jon wished for her to know about him at some point but Jorah didn't think she was ready yet and it certainly wasn't safe to mention Jon in the same house that Viserys resided it. The walls had numerous spy holes in them and there were any number of people who would wish to do Jon harm if it were to become known outside this house that Rhaegar had a living heir. Not to mention what Illyrio may do if he found out. Jorah was starting to come to the conclusion that Illyrio and Varys were looking to restore the Targaryen's to the throne of Westeros. Why, Jorah didn't know yet but the signs were pointing in that direction.

He spoke to her, his voice loud enough for only her to hear.

"I cannot tell you everything. Some of it you don't need to know and some of it you're not ready to know but I promise you, I will tell you all of it when you are ready. This is as much as I can offer you at this time. I am sorry if this is not acceptable to you but there are things I know, secrets that are not mine to tell that must not become known. What I can tell you is that right now, those secrets will have no impact on you or your life."

Jorah truly was sorry but this was as far as he was willing to go.

Dany was thoughtfully thinking on what Ser Jorah had just said. She could see it for what it was, a compromise, and while she wished to know everything right now, she knew she couldn't demand anything from him in this regard. She may command his loyalty, but secrets were his own and she must respect that.

"Very well Ser Jorah. I accept your terms. Please, tell me what you are able to at this time." She asked him.

"I believe you and Irri will be going for a ride outside the city walls tomorrow morning?" He asked her, his voice back to its normal volume.

Dany's face clouded with confusion.

"Yes we are but what has that to do with anything?" She asked him.

"I would like to join you if I may my Lady? I find myself in need of some space from the confines of the city. I was raised in the North, space and silence is something we had in abundance and I find myself missing it of late." Jorah replied as he rose from his own chair and moved toward her.

"The walls have eye and ears Daenerys." He whispered in her ear as he passed her.

Dany's eyes widened in understanding.

"Of course you may join us Ser. I would be pleased for your company." She smiled as she granted his request.

"Thank you my Lady. Now if you'll please excuse me? I must run some errands this afternoon if I wish to have the morning free. Your guards for the afternoon will be Dirty Dog and Yellow Puddle." Jorah and Dany grimaced in disgust at the Unsullied current names.

"Jerhego and Rossta shall be fine. They are a most formidable pair. I shall be quite safe." Dany's glare and emphasis on the names she had given the two Unsullied guards made him smile.

"Will you be joining us for the evening meal Ser?" She asked him.

He shook his head.

"Not tonight my Lady. I shall see you tomorrow morning. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day." He replied as he took his leave.

"Until tomorrow Ser Jorah." Dany said in farewell.

She sighed deeply and slumped back in her seat once the door was closed to release the tension from her body. That had been an intense conversation and she had only been told a little bit of his story. That she would find out more but not everything tomorrow irritated her immensely. The fact that he had sold free men into slavery had shocked her. If there was one thing she knew to be true about her former homeland it was that it abhorred slavery and the fact the he was still alive and free was only due to the vast distances between Winterfell and Bear Island.

She wasn't sure how to feel about it and wasn't sure if she could trust him with her safety. What was to stop him from selling her into slavery? Or even turning her over to her family's enemies for rich reward? She was positive that the Usurper would give him a pardon and anything else he wanted if Ser Jorah were to give her to Robert Baratheon.

But that wasn't the feeling she had gotten from him, even as he had confessed his sin to her.

Ever since the beginning, she had only every sensed concern for her safety and welfare from Ser Jorah. It had been a feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time. Not since they had fled Bravos and the house with the red door.

Since then, they had been hosted and thrown out of a number of Magister's all over the Free Cities until Viserys decided it was time for them to return to Bravos. They had barely been there a week when the sell swords had run across them. Luckily for Dany and her brother, the sell swords had been very drunk as they hadn't expected to see the children there. They had arrived from Westeros not long after they had fled the first time and the sell swords had decided to stay in Bravos at King Robert's expense while claiming that they had been looking for the Targaryen's'.

Needless to say, the children had escaped and had been found by Illyrio's people while searching for a ship to Volantis. They had been quickly bundled aboard the merchant ship and then delivered into the Magister's care when they arrived in Pentos.

Dany sighed again. The past was the past and there was naught she could do to change that. All she could do now was to live in the present while looking to the future. She had learnt that lesson long ago.

"If I look back, I am lost." She muttered to herself.

Enough. She was a princess, she would not allow herself to fail. It was time to move on.

Calling for Irri who she could hear talking to her Unsullied guards, she moved to her solar.

It was time her lessons in the Dothraki language.