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The Bear and the Maiden Fair. ♥ modern!au version. theblondeandal ©
Denial Jorah and Daenerys
Note: this story is more about the show’s version of Jorah and Dany, than the books.
She was going to kiss him. He didn’t know if it was to thank him, for saving her life or as a sign of forgiveness, either way he couldn’t let it happen. He pulled away from Daenerys, for a moment he saw the hurt in her eyes.
“Khaleesi ...” he began, but he didn’t know how to continue, his throat was closing up, not letting him deny what he truly wanted. Jorah turned away from her, wishing he could pace, but the space was confining. They were inside a tent belonging to Khal Jhaqo. Darrio and himself had found her a couple days prior, they had feared for her life, but she had somehow convinced the Khal to join her forces. Today they had a meeting between Khal Jhaqo, Queen Daenerys, Darrio and himself, they had discussed strategy concerning their return to Meereen. Afterwards, she had asked him to stay behind. They talked of his betrayal, his time as a slave and his sojourn into the fighting pits, then she had tried to kiss him. It was everything that he wanted, but couldn’t have.
Jorah looked around him, Gods it reminded him of a different time and a different place. It was like he had stepped back into Khal Drogo’s tent. If she tried to kiss him during that time he would have been ecstatic, but things were different now. Daenerys followed his restless movements with her eyes.
“Jorah, what’s wrong?” How to explain. He had hoped not to have to tell her until he absolutely had to, but how else to clarify his actions, perhaps it was best to tell her the truth, to prepare her for what was to come.
“Khaleesi, I’m ill.”
“I don’t understand” she said, looking him up and down “you look fine.” He felt it was best to show her. He rolled up his sleeve and unwrapped the scarf he had tied there, baring his forearm.
“It’s called greyscale. I became infected when Tyrion and I fought against the Stonemen in ancient Valyria.” She reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled it back. “If you touch the affected area it would defile you. I am not sure how else it spreads, but it is best that you don’t ...”
“Kiss you?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, what is the treatment?”
“Khaleesi, there is no treatment. I will die.” He heard her shocked intake of breath, he looked at her as her eyes filled with tears. “It will hopefully not be soon, some men live several years with the disease, and when the time comes I will go live my final days among the Stonemen, or if I have the courage, throw myself upon my sword.”
“This is why I came back when you banished me a second time. I will be with you when you cross the narrow sea. I want to see you sit upon the iron throne. It’ll be my last great act, my gift to you”
“Do you think I care about that” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“Jorah you’re my finest friend. I don’t want to imagine a world with out you in it. Even when I exiled you I knew somewhere out there my bear was alive and well.” She sat upon the bed. He could see she was hurt, but he could not comfort her. He sat beside her, keeping his distance.
“Daenerys” he said quietly “what is it that they say, Valar Morghulis. Every man has his time, I just wish my time with you had been longer.”
“Jorah, please don’t say that.” She wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened her back “I am a Queen. I’ll contact every healer in Essos and Westeros if need be. There must be someone, somewhere that knows how to treat this greyscale.”
“Daenerys, you do not need to do that for me.”
“Please, my bear, you have fought long and hard for me, let me do the same for you.” He nodded, and she gave him a small smile. He thought that what she was proposing was folly, but he was touched that she was willing to try, for him.
A03
She was everything that he wanted, but couldn’t have.
This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending. No hope, no love, no glory, No Happy Ending. This is the way that we love, Like it's forever. Then live the rest of our life, But not together.
(insp)
Pain Jorah and Daenerys
He was by her side again, in the Great Pyramid of Meereen. They had returned with a large Dothraki horde at their backs, who were now encamped outside the city. The violence committed by the Sons of the Harpy had dropped since their return, the horde could put fear in most men, but Daenerys’ troubles were far from over.
The Queen’s council was filled with new faces, the Imp, the Spider and a Red Priestess. He was comfortable with none of them. Varys knew too much, Tyrion thought he always knew what was best, the Red Priestess said very little, but stared at Jorah in a unnerving manner.
One morning after a council meeting the Red Priestess asked Jorah if she could speak to him in private. He took her to a small storage room in the heart of the pyramid.
“You are loyal to our Queen” she stated.
“Yes, and what of you, are you loyal to Queen Daenerys?”
“Oh, I am more than loyal, I am honored to simply be in her presence. You see I believe she is the one that was promised. She is the hero that will save us from the darkness.” She must have seen something in his face because she asked “Do you not believe?”
“I don’t know if she is this hero you are looking for, but I know that she is special, unique.”
“So, here we both stand, loyal and honored servants to the Queen, but one of us has brought disease and destruction with him.” Jorah was shocked.
“How ...”
“I see much, Jorah the Andal. You should not be here.”
“Queen Daenerys is aware of my condition, and I am very careful.”
“That may be true, but what you carry with you can not be so easily controlled once it has passed to others. It must not leave these shores.”
“I will not abandon her.” He responded heatedly “I will be with her as long as I can be.”
“Then something must be done. I would offer you my assistance.”
“You can reverse my condition.” He asked with hope filling his eyes.
“No, there is no cure for greyscale. but I can offer a treatment that can stop its progress, a cleansing fire.”
“Than do it.”
“Ser Jorah, I ask that you think long and hard about this, the pain will be excruciating. Some men would rather cut off the offending limb than experience the level of pain I speak of.” Jorah paused for a moment.
“There is nothing to think over, if this will save my life, if it will give me more time, than do what needs to be done.”
“Very well, I will need time to prepare. We will begin this evening in your chambers.”
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The anguished cries began as evening fell, and soon accelerated into fearsome screams. She should not be able to hear them, he was deep within the pyramid, but she could all the same. She would not be surprised at all if all of Meereen could hear his suffering. The city was calm, the air still, rent only by his screams.
When Jorah told Daenerys the Red Priestess would try and treat his greyscale she had been so happy for him. He had not mentioned his possible torment.
The screams continued well into the night. There would be intermittent moments of silence, where she would hold herself with bated breath, hoping he had found relieve, but then the screams would continue. Daenerys got out of bed and put on her robe.
“Where are you going?” asked Darrio.
“I can’t take it any more, I am going to him.”
“You can’t” he said getting out of bed. She pulled herself up to her full height and gave him her most regal stare.
“I am the Queen, this is my city, and I shall do whatever I like.”
“He wouldn’t want you to see him like that.” Her facade crumbled, her eyes became wet with tears. Darrio took her into his arms.
“I have to be there for him, like he was for me.”
“You will be, but not now. You have to trust him and this red woman.”
Darrio held her throughout the night, and when morning arrived it was blessedly quiet. Daenerys dressed and descended into the pyramid. She found herself outside Jorah’s door as the Red Priestess was existing.
“My Queen, he is resting. I have given him milk of the poppy and other herbs for the pain. He will sleep a long time.”
‘The greyscale?’
“Only time will tell, but I am hopeful that the treatment will be a success.”
“Good.” The Priestess bowed and made her way down the hall. Daenerys opened the door and entered Jorah’s chamber. It smelled horribly, like charred meat. She made her way over to the still figure laying in the bed. The night had been hard on him, his skin was pale, his face was worn and his left arm was covered in bandages from elbow to fingertips.
“My bear” she said softly, but he did not stir. She crawled into the bed beside him, putting her head on his shoulder and her arm across his chest. When he awoke she would tell him how much he meant to her, but for now this was enough.
(part 1) A03
Houses Mormont and Targaryen
Awake Jorah and Daenerys
He was in the darkness. When the darkness lightened the pain was blinding, and he would fall back into the darkness again. He dreamed that she was there beside him, that she touched him and softly called his name, but he knew that it couldn’t be so.
Time passed without meaning, and eventually the darkness receded and he awoke. He was in his chambers, lying a bed. He looked down at his left arm, it was bandaged, but along the edges he could see the skin was blackened and oozing. He flexed his hand, hissing in pain.
“Jorah.” He looked to his right, there she was sitting in a chair, near his bed.
“Khaleesi” he said as he tired to rise.
“Don’t get up” she asserted, sounding panicked, she placed her hand on his chest to press him back into the mattress, and he was so weak that he didn’t resist. She brought a cup of water to his lips, and he drank long and deep.
“How long?” Jorah asked.
“Four days.” Four days where he should have been by her side.
“If this treatment is successful you will be by my side for much longer.” He hadn’t realized that he had spoken out loud until she responded.
“If?”
“The Red Priestess seems quite confident that she has stopped the progression of the disease, but only time will tell.” For the first time in a long time he felt hope. Hope that he would see Daenerys cross the narrow sea and become the Queen she was destined to be, and he would be with her for many more years. It was this that must have loosened his tongue.
“I dreamt that you were here with me.”
“Jorah, I was here, every day and every night.”
“You were here” he tried to let that sink in, she given up four days to nurse him back to health.
“But, the city?”
“Tyrion and Varys can run the city for now. I told them unless a battle was imminent not to bother me.” He must have looked shocked or bewildered, because she took his right hand hand and placed it between her own.
“Jorah, you mean so much to me, we have been through so much together, your my best friend..” she bowed her head, “this isn’t coming out right. Four days I have been sitting here thinking want to say to you, and now I can’t find the words.”
“You don’t need to.”
“Yes I do” tears filled her eyes, “I think your screams will haunt me for the rest of my life. I was afraid you were dying, and I kept thinking that I never told you how I felt.” She took a deep breath.
“Jorah, I think I love you.” Jorah smiled, his heart seemed to fill with a lightness. Daenerys kept talking nervously.
“I know things are complicated, because of Darrio, I’m the Queen and your an exiled Knight, and...”
“Daenerys” he said interrupting her “I love you too.” She smiled. Than she released his hand and crawled into his bed to lay beside him.
“Please, don’t leave me again.”
“I will try my best.” He captured her mouth with his own, and tried to convey all his longing and hope with this one kiss.
(part 1) (part 2) A03
Husband
The day had been a long one, full of plans, strategies, discussions and arguments. Even though all the great families of Westeros were now united, it did not make for an easy alliance. For now Jon and her were alone, drinking wine and staring at a giant map. She considered Jon, he is dark, brooding and overly serious. Although she guessed the situation was an extremely serious one, however she couldn't help but imagine Daario finding some way to laugh, even in the face of White Walkers and the undead, but her husband isn't Daario.
She knows so little about her husband, they have been married such a short time. It was a strategic alliance, a means to consolidate power. It made so much sense, the King in the North should marry the Queen of the South. She knows Jon is a good man, he cares more about the well being of his men than he does about his own, which is a great quality in a leader. But, she doesn't know if she'll ever love him.
The White Walkers and their army are pressing south, gathering the dead as they go. The scouts, those who are lucky enough to return, report that they are getting close. Tomorrow they go out to meet them. She will ride Drogon, and their mettle will be tested, to see if its possible to inflict any damage on their great army. Everyone knows that they might fail miserably, tomorrow could be her last day.
Jon is saying something, he has probably been saying something for awhile.
"I'm sorry Jon, I haven't been attending."
"That's alright. I suppose it doesn't matter, we can only go over plans so many times." They sat in silence for awhile, then she rose.
"Jon, I hope you don't mind, but if tonight is going to be my last I would like to spend it with those who are dearest to me."
"Of course. Good night my Queen."
"Good night, Jon."
She made her way through the castle. She was still getting used to Winterfell, with all its twists and turns and crypts. However, she knew her way to this room. It had once been a storage room, changed into a small bedchamber. She knocked, he opened the door.
"Khaleesi" he always said it like that, more like a endearment than a title.
"Jorah" she gave him a watery smile. He opened the door wider to let her in, then he shut the door, to shut out the night.
(A03)
My Top 10 OTPs
1. Kabby (The 100)
2. Caryl (The Walking Dead)
3. Jaime x Brienne (Game of Thrones)
4. Jopper (Stranger Things)
5. Jorah x Daenerys (Game of Thrones)
6. Joanlock (Elementary)
7. Shandy (Major Crimes)
8. Swan Queen (Once Upon A Time)
9. Gendrya (Game of Thrones)
10. Madison x Troy (Fear the Walking Dead) (my one problematic ship)
Top Ten OTPs Challenge (x)
The order was a little hard, especially for the top three. As you can see I have a thing for middle aged het couples, with a few exceptions.
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