Perhaps in another time, after his betrayal, Jorah would have worried that this could be the last straw. He would have worried that the tense bow of her jaw might snap, that her words would lash out at him, that her anger and frustration with his choices might be too much to keep them together, and that she would send him away again, far away, so as never to be seen by her eyes again. Yet here, as they stood, he found that he did not worry--he did not even think once that she might grow so weary of him as to remove him from everything entirely. Their morning on the beach had changed something; he felt as secure in his position as he ever had. All of his secrets were bared to her--he had nothing left to hide, nothing to protect but his Queen, his Khaleesi.
And if going to the lands beyond the Wall would help protect her, then he would volunteer over and over and over again to do so.
"I was a man of the North, Khaleesi," he said, though he knew she did not need the reminder. Truthfully, Bear Island was such a small but fierce part of the snowy winterlands that it could be easy to be overlooked, and he had never been up to the Wall himself. He did not truly know what lingered beyond it, or what might find them there--besides what Jon Snow had described.
"I do not fear what might be waiting for us on this journey. I only fear that in staying behind, I will not be serving you to the best of my ability."
One of his hands lingered faintly on his sword hilt, as though reassuring himself of it. He was a knight, after all--and he could still fight, especially for her. Yet something felt peculiar, as though even Daenerys was not sure of why she was protesting.
Gently, his voice continued. "You do not have to worry. I will return again, you know."
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Date: 2019-10-10 04:50 am (UTC)And if going to the lands beyond the Wall would help protect her, then he would volunteer over and over and over again to do so.
"I was a man of the North, Khaleesi," he said, though he knew she did not need the reminder. Truthfully, Bear Island was such a small but fierce part of the snowy winterlands that it could be easy to be overlooked, and he had never been up to the Wall himself. He did not truly know what lingered beyond it, or what might find them there--besides what Jon Snow had described.
"I do not fear what might be waiting for us on this journey. I only fear that in staying behind, I will not be serving you to the best of my ability."
One of his hands lingered faintly on his sword hilt, as though reassuring himself of it. He was a knight, after all--and he could still fight, especially for her. Yet something felt peculiar, as though even Daenerys was not sure of why she was protesting.
Gently, his voice continued. "You do not have to worry. I will return again, you know."