"Will we ever go North to see where you live, father?"
jorah looked at daenys and gave a small smile. she had only grown up so far knowing him as her father, not the man known as jon snow. her mother had married him out of necessity, to ensure her child would not be a bastard and would be recognized as the heir to the iron throne when daenerys was gone. ‘ i am not sure, darling. perhaps we can convince your mother to let us fly to bear island so i can give you a tour, sweetling? ‘









