Nearly three moons had passed since Daenerys's wedding to Khal Drogo and Jorah could only watch as the silver haired khalessi grew happier with her horse lord while he was miserable. He knew having attraction to Daenerys wasn't a good idea, but she was beautiful and growing fiercer every day so naturally he'd fallen into the old habit of wanting what he couldn't have. If Drogo ever found out, Jorah would either be trampled by horses or pulled apart after having his limbs tied to the beasts who would be caused to run in opposite directions at the same time. A crow landed on his lap and interrupted his thoughts, a letter tied to it's leg. He wondered who would have cause to write him and have a trained crow find him all the way out here as he untied and opened it to find familiar hand writing.

Jorah,

I hope this letter finds you alive and well. I know we did not part on the best of terms and you may tear this parchment up because you do not wish to hear from your old man, but I ask you read what I have to say first.

Westeros has changed since you left and so have I. Recently I received a letter from Lord Stark saying that the king has granted the kingsguard the right to take wives because of a vision the High Septon had and asked me to consider granting the same to those who've taken the black. After praying in front of the heart tree and had a dream of men and women fighting side by side against the winter night. In my younger years, I would have never even given a thought to something like this, yet I wrote Lord Stark back and told him I would allow it so long as the wedded couple vowed to fight together. Now I wonder what might have been different if I had let this happen sooner, though the past cannot be altered.

I know I made it no secret I didn't approve of you choosing a southron bride for your second wife, but time has made me see if I had been more accepting you may have written me when you were in trouble. Or perhaps you are too much like me and would have been ashamed to admit any fault and pride stopped any consideration thereof. Your lady mother always said stubbornness was a curse among us Mormonts at times and she was right. My own pride wouldn't let me see a different point of view for far too long, old age has changed my perspective.

If nothing else, I wish you to know that I am sorry my actions drove you to the most desperate choices a man in love makes when backed into a corner. I am sorry I didn't stop to think of why you might do something like that, my stubbornness letting me tell myself you had betrayed your family and let myself be contented in a half truth. You were trying to keep the family you had gained in marriage and while your decision wasn't in accordance with the laws of our lands, you felt you had no place left to turn.

I know you may have a home over there somewhere, but I would like you to consider coming back to Westeros. The decree I have set forth will allow those who pledge to fight together as man and wife living in the Gift and it would do my heart good to see you back where you belong. Bring your wife or your lover or merely yourself and I will see fit you are welcomed. I know the last thing you want is charity, so rest assured I will not offer any. You would have to fund your own way to the Wall and once in the Gift you would earn what you have like everyone else, but you will always have my love. I ask you think over what I have said, for I feel as if my time is running out like the wax on a candle melted down to a stub and it would be nice to see you before I die.

I will respect if you decide to stay where you are and understand if you have no desire to see me, yet I hope you don't think too poorly of me as I find winter at my door.

The choice is yours my son,

Your old ice bear of a father.

Jorah ran a hand over his face as he finished reading and felt tears on his cheek. He'd thought himself passed the point of caring what his lord father thought of him and had long since given up any hope of being understood, yet this letter showed him otherwise. His lips twitched at how his father had used a term of endearment he remembered his mother had called and referred to his father as countless times, then gave what his father had said some thought. He had always wanted his position back before now, yet he had been away for so many years and knew the inheriting line had passed to his aunt Maege and her girls who all knew the people and their problems and were well-trusted. Even if he got a pardon, very few would be willing to put faith in him and he couldn't say that he blamed them. It wasn't Bear Island, but it could be a fresh start and he could make a home and name for himself and peace with his father and perhaps represent his khalessi at the Wall while forgetting his unhealthy attraction to her.

He decided to go speak with her and the khal after dinner and wondered how he would tell his father he didn't have anyone in his life, then realizing he could just say it in his reply. His father would probably not be surprised, for even a continent away not much escaped his powers of perception.