war was brutal, and war had casualties, and sometimes those casualties were innocents. jorah knew this – an experienced warrior should have known it too. he could not blame his queen for the choices she had made, and despite their outcome, he knew that the deaths had been for a greater cause. putting her behind bars for failing to save every innocent life in westeros was a travesty, and one that jorah would not stand for.
❛ i’m will get you home, my queen. ❜ jorah vowed, voice low as he leaned in closer, ensuring she knew how serious he was. he would kill every last man and woman who stood in his way to do it, too. ❛ locking you in here is a crime of the highest order. i promise you this will not stand, i just need a little more time. ❜
the chains around her feet were a startling reminder of her initial purpose when she’d begun her conquest. breaker of chains ---- and now she was bound and couldn’t even free herself. ‘ i don’t feel like a queen. ‘ her voice was soft, broken down. how could she rule a place that hated her ? when did she stray so far from the person she wanted to be ?
with her arms still free, daenerys quickly wrapped them around jorah’s neck and tugged herself closer to him. ‘ ---- i don’t care where we go. i just don’t want to die, jorah, please don’t let them kill me. i’m sorry. i’m sorry i failed everyone so miserably, but especially you. is --- ‘ her bloodshot eyes from exhaustion and crying went wide, panic settling in deeper and deeper. ‘ drogon. he’s alive ? ‘