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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

This is what surviving looks like

(poem)

Houses Mormont and Targaryen 

The Love Is Gone

(insp)

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

And now whatever way our stories end I know you have rewritten mine By being my friend.

(insp)

Choices    Chapter 1

Note: I am saving this here because of issues at AO3

He was awake, but he chose to lay still. The early morning sun filtered in through the tent flaps. He could hear the sounds of the camp awakening, people moving and talking in hushed voices, horses neighing for their breakfast, the smell of meat being fried.

She moved in the bed next to him. She rolled unto her side facing him, smushing her face into the pillow, eyes still closed in sleep.

He still wondered how she came to be his bed partner. She was the opposite of what he was normally attracted to, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, and yet they had traveled half of Essos together.

She had been a Khaleesi once, than a member of the Dosh Khaleen. when Daenerys had returned to Vas Dothrak, amassing a great khalasar, she had offered to bring her west with her. Karcia, still being young, agreed.

That is how Jorah met her, just one of many new faces surrounding his Queen. Daenerys had forgiven him, and allowed him to become a member of her Queensguard. However, things were not the same, he was no longer her most trusted adviser and she often did not heed his counsel. She was constantly surrounded by men vying for her attention. He had often seethed with frustration.

One night, after an irritating council meeting he found Karcia alone by the fire. He found himself telling her his thoughts, about his mistrust of the council members, his resentment of his position and his unrequited love for Daenerys. She had comforted him, and that night they shared a bed for the very first time. The next day she moved her things into his tent.

They were moving in a great mass of humanity across Essos, Daenerys' mighty horde, a strange mix of Dothraki, Unsullied, sellswords and freedmen, plus hundreds of women and children. When she had decided to leave Meereen behind, Daenerys had said any who were able to make the journey were free to join her. It had taken many weeks, but soon they would reach Pentos, meeting Daenerys' ships, that would take them across the Narrow Sea, that would take him home.

Karcia stretched in bed, than opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Good morning, Jorah the Andal." She said giving him a quick kiss. She almost always called him that, like the Dothraki did. The only time she slipped, and called only by his first name, was in moments of passion.

She crawled out of bed, and began to dress.

"I will see about getting us some food." She returned a short time later with a plate heaped with meat and bread.

"You are still abed?"

"I find myself reluctant to leave it this morning."

"Then we shall break our fast in bed." She slide across the bed offering him first choice of the food.

"Do not worry, Jorah the Andal, soon we reach Pentos, and then you go home." He gave her a wistful smile. They ate in silence for a while.

"Tell me about your home, Jorah the Andal."

"I have told you many times."

"No" she insisted "you have told me about Westeros. I want to know about your home, where you grew up, Bear Island I believe you call it."

"Bear Island is wild, but welcoming, cold, but beautiful. I lived in Mormont Keep, a castle" she gave him a confused look "a building like you would find in Meereen or Pentos, but not nearly so grand. Bear Island was a good place for a boy to grow up. I learned how to hunt, fish, sail" he sighed "I only wish I had appreciated it more. When I was a young man I dreamed of going south, of adventure in far flung places."

"It is only natural for a son to want to see more than his father, to venture further a field."

"Perhaps, but now all I want is to return to a home where I might not be wanted." She thought about it for a moment.

"Even if you never see Bear Island again, it must be nice to know you had a home, and it will always be there. The only home I ever knew was my parents tent."

"What about the Khal's tent?"

"No" she said adamantly "that place was never a home." He had thought as much. She rarely talked about her time as a Khaleesi, and she never mentioned the Khal.

"I have know few enough places to call home, only my parent's tent ... and this one" she quietly added. She considered being with him at home? Before he could think how to respond, she had taken the plate and exited the tent.

Choices     Chapter 2

That night they lay in bed together, limbs entwined. They had not had sex, he was too exhausted, yet he could not sleep.

"Jorah the Andal, what is wrong? Are you upset about what I said this morning?"

"No. I am glad you can think of this as your home, no matter how temporary it is."

"Not that temporary. There is the rest of the journey to Pentos. Then our bunk on the ship."

"Ha, in a cabin that we will probably have to share with multiple people."

"It doesn't matter. You will be with me and help me cross the poisoned water. And then it shall be tents again until our Khaleesi conquers Westeros and takes the Iron chair. So, if that is not a problem, what is wrong?

"What makes you think something is wrong?"

"I sensed it this morning, and I can sense it now." Jorah sighed.

"I should feel happiness, maybe satisfaction, we are close to our objective, but instead I fell uneasy and sadness."

"Perhaps because it is not happening how you envisioned it would. You are not returning to Westeros in triumph, as the Khaleesi's husband." Jorah felt an anger build inside him. He got out of bed.

"That is not so" he insisted.

"Oh, I think it is."

"You do not know the pain I have suffered, the sacrifices I have made."

"I am not saying the decisions you have made are wrong. I believe in our Khaleesi. I think she will usher in a new age." She got out of bed, and came to him, touching his shoulder.

"But, Jorah, these other dreams, you need to give them up, they will cause you nothing but anguish." He shrugged her hand away.

"You do not now me" he yelled at her.

"I do know you' she yelled back.

"You know nothing, and the only anguish I feel is that which you cause me." She did not respond, but he could see the hurt in her eyes. before he could calm himself, she had gathered her clothes and left.

(chapter 1)

Choices   Chapters 3

Jorah did not see her for two days. His anger had long since burned away, now he was just worried about her.

He saw her on the third day in early evening, she was carrying a bundle of firewood.

"Karcia" he called. she turned at the sound of her name, when she saw who it was it looked like she wanted to turn and flee, but she didn't. He jogged over to her. She kept her bundle between them.

"Karcia, I was worried. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I have been staying with a friend."

"A man friend?"

"Yes" he felt a bolt of jealousy shoot through him "and his wife and three children." Relief washed over him.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry too. Perhaps we can continue this somewhere more private." He came to realize that they were drawing their fair share of interested stares. He took the bundle out of her arms and placed it on the ground, than he took her hand and lead her through the camp, back to their tent. Once they were alone and standing face to face she couldn't seem to look at him, she looked around and than began to pace.

"Jorah the Andal, I don't know if you noticed lately, but I am different."

"Different?"

"Quick to smile, quick to anger, quick to be jealous. There is a reason for this" she took a deep breath "I am with child." Jorah's legs grew week. He sat on a wooden stool, the only thing other than the bed and floor to sit on.

"My child?" He asked, half question half statement. She faced him, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Jorah the Andal, you are the only man I have been with. The first lover I have had in many years." A child. He didn't know what he felt, shock, confusion, fear and happiness. Karcia sat down on the bed facing him, her face solemn.

"Are you not happy?"

"I am afraid" She looked off in to the distance, she seemed to be deciding something "I was pregnant once before, with the Khal. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He was perfect in every way, except one leg that twisted inward. Do you know what my people do with babies not considered normal?" she asked in a detached manner. He nodded, any babies born with deformities were left in the wilderness to die.

"I begged the Khal not to, I said in time the leg may heal, but he would not listen. When he took my son from me I screamed, and screamed. Later the women would tell me they had never heard such screams, like a tormented animal. Afterwards I prayed to the Great Stillion, I prayed that he would not send me another child. He answered my pray, for I never again bore a living child for the Khal. But now..." He got on his knees in front of her, his hands caressing her face.

"Please listen to me, I am not the Khal. No matter what happens I will never abandon our child, I will defend them with my dying breath if need be." She gave him a sad smile, her eyes filled with tears, and he pulled her into a desperate embrace.

(chapter 1) (chapter 2)

Choices   Chapter 4

The council meeting was wrapping up, finally. The horde was currently encamped outside Pentos, and had been for several weeks, preparing for the trip across the Narrow Sea. This meeting like many before it was about where to make landfall in Westeros, and which noble families, if any, would be receptive to Daenerys. They were dismissed, everyone made their way towards the exit.

"Jorah, can you stay behind for a moment' asked Daenerys. They waited patiently for the others to depart.

"Jorah, what are you thinking?"

'I actually think Tyrion's idea has merit. Landing near Storm's End makes the most sense given the amount of people we need to transport. Plus, without Stannis or Renly the Stormlands are week and leaderless."

"Thank you for the advice on strategy, but that is not what I meant. You seem distracted lately. Is there something disturbing you? A problem I need to be aware of?" He was about to tell her no, when she asked "Is it Karcia?" He was surprised. He had never told Daenerys about his relationship with Karcia. The shock must have shown on his face, because she smiled at him.

"Come now Jorah,you of all people should know it is almost impossible to to keep such a secret in the Khalasar. She sleeps in your tent every night. It seems some of the men have taken to calling her 'Jorah's Khaleesi'."

"I'll see that it is stopped."

"Why? She may not be the Khaleesi, but she earned her title as much as I did. So, is she the problem?"

"She's not a problem Khaleesi, but there is a decision I have been wrestling with."

"If you share it with me perhaps I can help you with it." It felt strange discussing Karcia with Daenerys. It was like Karcia had been his special secret, but he guessed she had never been a secret at all.

"Karcia is pregnant with my child."

"Congratulations." He let himself smile.

"I had all but given up on having a child of my own. Imagine a son to carry on the Mormont name."

"Or a daughter, another she-bear of the the north."

Or beautiful like her mother." he said, more to himself than Daenerys, but she heard him none the less.

"So, I assume this decision concerns the child."

"Yes. I am thinking of leaving Karcia here, in Pentos. The child and her will be safer here, and when the war is won I'll send for her" Daenerys furrowed her brow "You disagree?"

"It is not my place, but there are a few things to consider, she will not receive a such a warm welcome here, and may in fact be resented. I am not blind to fact that my giant Khalasar, as it has traveled across Essos, scoured the land, and the dragons hunt far and wide. Many will be glad to see the back of us. If Karcia stays behind she may bear the brunt of that anger. Secondly, we don't know how long this war will last, it could be years. Are you willing to wait three, four, even five years to see your child for the first time? Jorah, I intend to win this war, but there is a possibility that I won't, so we should all grab what little happiness we can, while we can." She had given him a lot to think about.

"What does Karcia think about this?"

"I haven't discussed it with her yet."

"Well, that should probably be your first course of action." He nodded his head in agreement. As he turned to leave.

"Jorah" she called softly. He turned "Do you love her?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"I think you know why" he said, staring at her intently.

"Jorah, you're my dear friend, and consider you almost like my family. That is a kind of love, but not the love you need." He could see she was sad that she couldn't be what he needed. It was in that moment that the scales fell from his eyes, and the image of his silver queen faded. In her place was Dany, his friend, and a girl he once loved.

"I think she loves you."

"How do you know?"

"Because, she looks at you like you are her sun and stars." This brought a smile to his face.

"Thank you, Daenerys" he said as he exited the tent.

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3)

Choices   Chapter 5

When he returned to their tent Karcia was waiting for him.

"How was the council meeting?" she asked, as she flitted about the tent.

"Long, but informative."

"Did you get anything to eat?"

'I'm not hungry. Karcia there is something I wish to discuss with you." She came and sat across from him.

"Karcia, how would you like to stay here in Pentos?"

"Are you staying in Pentos?"

"No. I would continue to travel with the Khalasar."

"Then no, I shall not stay here" she said as she got up and paced.

"It would be safer for you and the baby."

"No, Jorah the Andal."

"But why not consider it?"

'No, we belong with you" she insisted. She seemed quite upset at the thought of them being separated, perhaps Daenerys was right.

"Do you love me, Karscia?" She didn't answer him and wouldn't looks at him. He went up behind her putting his arms around her, to still her restless pacing, and prevent her from leaving, she always ran when she was agitated.

"Do you love me, Karcia?" he asked again.

"Yes" she said so quietly that he barely heard her. Then she began to cry, great heaving sobs that shook her whole body. He turned her in his arms and cradled her against his chest. He did anything he could to comfort her. He rubbed her back, he made sweet promises in her ear. Her crying hurt him, almost like a physical pain. When she was spent he picked her up and carried her to their bed, where he held her once more.

"Why were you crying, dearest?"

"Because I'm not supposed to love you. I knew from the beginning that you were in love with someone else. Now that you know, you will run from me."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. We have a war to fight, a child to raise, and because I love you, too." She looked at him unbelievably. He decided the best way to convince her was to show her. So, he kissed her, like he had never kissed her before, with his whole heart.

The end

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House Mormont - Here We Stand

“Bear Island is beautiful, but remote. Imagine old gnarled oaks and tall pines, flowering thornbushes, grey stones bearded with moss, little creeks running icy down steep hillsides. The hall of the Mormonts is built of huge logs and surrounded by an earthen palisade. Aside from a few crofters, my people live along the coasts and fish the seas. The island lies far to the north, and our winters are more terrible than you can imagine”

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)

Dragon’s Breath

Rating: Teen Category: F/M Fandom: Game of Thrones Relationship: Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen Notes: Written for the Jorleesi Equinox Exchange

Jorah Mormont Poster

Created for the Sunshine Challenge over on Dreamwidth, the prompt was yellow.

Jorah/Daenerys Fanmix created the Jorleesi Summer Solstice Exchange 2021 

Can I Be Him by James Arthur/After The Storm Blows Through by Maddie & Tae/Forever and A Night by Little Big Town/Honest Man by Ben Platt/Hate You by Ingrid Michaelson/you were good to me by Jeremy Zucker/Used To Be by Matt Nathanson/Bigger Than Love by Oh Wonder/Don’t Wait by EXES/Dancing After Death by Matt Maeson

Jorlessi vid, created for the Jorleesi Summer Solstice Exchange 2021  

Instagram fandom really do be obsessed with Jorah and intensely ship him with Dany. Tell you what; I don’t think they’ve read the books.

whenever i make a post talking about how much i love the mormonts, please know that i am never including jorah. fuck that guy lmao

His breathing was very shallow now, his voice a whisper. “Tell my son. Jorah. Tell him, take the black. My wish. Dying wish.” “Wish?” The raven cocked its head, beady black eyes shining.” Corn? the bird asked. “No corn,” said Mormont feebly. “Tell Jorah. Forgive him. My son. Please. Go.”

Jeor Mormont , The Old Bear ; A Storm of Swords

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