Earning a dragon's trust was not something just any man could do. Jorah was one of only a handful of people who were allowed to touch them. Missandei, Grey Worm, and Tyrion were the others...it was an honor reserved for only those closest to her.
Daenerys was happy to watch Jorah pat Viserion. Not everyone could see the beauty, grace, and wonder in dragons, and still fewer were brave enough to approach one. It made her feel proud, to have such a man fighting for her.
Jorah's comment about missing them almost as much as he had missed her tugged at her heart. Still, she acknowledged it with another smile. The rift between them had indeed been mended, and Dany was happy to leave it in the past where it belonged.
She turned to go, but Viserion used his teeth to snag the corner of her cloak, ripping. It was a strange sight to see such a deadly creature be so gentle. "Viserion!" she chided, voice stern. "I just had that mended! We must go now, there is much to be done." She embraced him as best she could. "Go play with your brothers, and I will come see you later. Be good."
Viserion chuffed, as if to say, I suppose that is acceptable. Dany rejoined Jorah's side on the way back to the castle, leaving her dragon to amble towards the sea and take flight.
"I am afraid I need to change before the meeting," she said, laughing as she examined her torn cloak. "Thank you for walking with me this morning, Ser Jorah. I shall see you soon." And with that, they went separate ways inside the castle.
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Daenerys joined Ser Jorah, Lord Tyrion, Lord Varys, Ser Davos, and the man who called himself King in the North. Though she was willing to listen to Jon Snow, she could not justify diverting her army and resources away from attacking Cersei in King's Landing on the word of just one man. That was when her Hand proposed a ridiculous idea: hunting for one of the undead far north, beyond the wall.
While she was concerned for the safety of the men who agreed to it, they were free to do as they pleased.
Then Jorah volunteered, a d she could not help but quickly look over at him in shock. What was he thinking?
When the meeting was over, she requested that he stay behind. It took a great amount of self-control to remain silent until the rest were gone and the door was closed. When they were alone, she stood to face him, a look of disapproval bordering on anger on her face.
"Ser Jorah, what are you thinking?" she asked, tone sharp. "You have only just returned, and now you wish to leave again?"
Now you wish to leave me again?
"The burden of proof is on Jon Snow. Why not let him take his own men north?" Her violet eyes were wide, searching his face for an answer.
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Date: 2019-10-01 07:30 pm (UTC)Daenerys was happy to watch Jorah pat Viserion. Not everyone could see the beauty, grace, and wonder in dragons, and still fewer were brave enough to approach one. It made her feel proud, to have such a man fighting for her.
Jorah's comment about missing them almost as much as he had missed her tugged at her heart. Still, she acknowledged it with another smile. The rift between them had indeed been mended, and Dany was happy to leave it in the past where it belonged.
She turned to go, but Viserion used his teeth to snag the corner of her cloak, ripping. It was a strange sight to see such a deadly creature be so gentle. "Viserion!" she chided, voice stern. "I just had that mended! We must go now, there is much to be done." She embraced him as best she could. "Go play with your brothers, and I will come see you later. Be good."
Viserion chuffed, as if to say, I suppose that is acceptable. Dany rejoined Jorah's side on the way back to the castle, leaving her dragon to amble towards the sea and take flight.
"I am afraid I need to change before the meeting," she said, laughing as she examined her torn cloak. "Thank you for walking with me this morning, Ser Jorah. I shall see you soon." And with that, they went separate ways inside the castle.
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Daenerys joined Ser Jorah, Lord Tyrion, Lord Varys, Ser Davos, and the man who called himself King in the North. Though she was willing to listen to Jon Snow, she could not justify diverting her army and resources away from attacking Cersei in King's Landing on the word of just one man. That was when her Hand proposed a ridiculous idea: hunting for one of the undead far north, beyond the wall.
While she was concerned for the safety of the men who agreed to it, they were free to do as they pleased.
Then Jorah volunteered, a d she could not help but quickly look over at him in shock. What was he thinking?
When the meeting was over, she requested that he stay behind. It took a great amount of self-control to remain silent until the rest were gone and the door was closed. When they were alone, she stood to face him, a look of disapproval bordering on anger on her face.
"Ser Jorah, what are you thinking?" she asked, tone sharp. "You have only just returned, and now you wish to leave again?"
Now you wish to leave me again?
"The burden of proof is on Jon Snow. Why not let him take his own men north?" Her violet eyes were wide, searching his face for an answer.