#exiledknightfromwesteros

[vicky-greyjoy]

"Who you calling a green lander scumbag? I can think of a few choice words for the likes of you."

"You may live on an island, Mormont, but your heart is greener than the grasses of the Reach.  It is a feat enough that you can think of a few words off hand, to be sure."

[vicky-greyjoy]

"So your one eyed brother who drinks warlock piss has decided to make an appearance. Oh joy. All the Ironborn have decided to come slithering out of the cesspool."

"If it is your wish to slay him, Mormont, you will hear no objections from me.  You would finally be doing your precious silver queen a favor if you did."

[vicky-greyjoy]

"Come here and give me a kiss then" // I was not the one to send that anon lol

"I will decline that offer," Victarion said with a sneer, "but perhaps my axe may take it in my place."

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

Come back to me.

"I want Jorah." that had been the first word out of her mouth when she stumbled off Drogon's back, in the besieged city of Meereen. Half starved, sick with fever, Barristan had quickly taken her to her chambers as she repeated over and over again that she wanted Jorah, while a finally trained. Dragon waited in the fighting arena he had carried his mother out of. 

She had mumbled and moaned about her fierce knight all the while being treated. Most must have thought her delusional and she supposed she could understand that. It had to be the only reason no one had sent out to find him by the time her fever had broke. 

They were surrounded on all sides, she was surrounded on all sides by enemies. The peace she had managed to secure by her marriage to Hizdahr was completely broken. 

She had a husband who had most likely tried to kill her. Her enemies pressed in on all sides. The city she sought to rule rebelled against her.  She had managed to train Drogon, and that had seemed to cause pause in some of her enemies. Enough for her to send a riders searching through the cities for her Bear. 

The Queen of Meereen sat in her council chambers dressed in a rich blue gown. Her eyes poured over the maps when a servant burst into the room. "Your Grace, we found him, he's here." the servant told her. 

Daenerys looked up, her silver hair spilling over her slender shoulders. "Send him in." she said. Her heart raced, it felt like it had been a hundred years since she had last seen him. Her fierce bear, her protector, her adviser, her friend, she needed him now. She had always needed him, she never should have sent him from her. It was only now that she was rectifying the mistake. 

She could only hope he forgave her. 

[vicky-greyjoy]

"Kinslayers are accursed where I come from too, Greyjoy. Do not presume to know what goes on in my head or how I feel. I did what I had to do to survive. I take no pride in it. One day I shall redeem myself in the eyes of my father. Daenerys does not need the assistance of Ironborn scum. The whole lot of you are thieves and marauders. Dreaming about your glory days that will never come again. Stay to your place on those eroding rocks in the sea and leave my queen alone."

It seems to me like it would have been more honorable to do away with that demanding harpy you once called a wife before she could leave you in such disgrace.  Our glory days will come again; under Balon, the first steps have already been taken.  As loath as I am to admit it, even Euron has seen to it that the Ironborn regain their rightful place.  With Daenerys, our dream will be fully realize, with a rightful king atop the Seastone Chair.  I will send you into the ground before I abandon the fate of my people.

[silkssongsandchivalry]

"The wolves will rise again, my lady. The North remembers and we will not fail you. Return to us Queen of Winter."

Tell me something my muse WANTS to hear.

"You are kind to say such things, Ser Jorah. I pray you are proven true, and than one day I might rely on the help of men such as you."

[vicky-greyjoy]

"How the hell is she going to help you right all the injustices suffered at the hands of your brother? You need a woman to help you do that? This I've got to hear. Go on. I'm listening."

I cannot account for the remote backwaters of Bear Island, but in the Iron Islands, the kinslayer is accursed.  And it is not that I need a woman to help me, but her dragons will save me plenty of trouble in finding a way to bring down the Crow’s Eye before he further dishonors me or any of my kin.  I know you have no qualms about bringing shame to your father and the name of your house, Mormont, but I am another beast entirely.

[shadowofabear]

Hair of Gold

Awed

When Jorah returned from the South with a brand new wife, Kaura had been in utter shock, but it was a pleasant sort of shock. She had never thought to have a brother AND a sister! At first, Kaura followed the pair around like a servant, always happy to run off and get anything that either of them required. She saw the way Jorah smiled now that he had a wife again, and she was so very happy to see it.

To Kaura's eyes, there was no woman so beautiful as Lynesse Hightower. The golden tresses of her hair shined like the sun itself. Her skin was clear and perfect. Her eyes sparkled much as Kaura imagined the sea that lapped the feet of King's Landing did when hit with sunlight. Given the Bay of Ice's extreme Northerly position, the sun was just a dull shimmer upon the dirty waves, and that was not something worth being compared with.

Jorah, when he was with her, simply beamed with pride and happiness which was not something Kaura was overly used to. He became louder and laughed more often. For this, Kaura was in awe of Lynesse. How could she bring out the best parts of Jorah that Kaura had so rarely seen? Was it beauty? If so, the girl feared for her own prospects of making her husband happy, for she did not think herself beautiful. Was it grace or smile or personality? Again, in none of these things did Kaura believe she could match Lynesse Hightower. So, ever so slowly, bitterness grew in Kaura's heart.

She watched this beautiful woman become more and more demanding of Jorah and Bear Island. Her demands were often not things that could be provided and this made her angry. She grew despondent and Jorah followed suit. Kaura watched their relationship deteriorate as Lynesse grew more and more unhappy. The awe that had once filled Kaura with pleasant warmth and hope died along with everything else.