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[jorah--the-andal]

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She was safe in his arms. It was somewhere she felt comfortable and protected. It was a home away from any semblance of the theory. She leaned her head against his chest and breathed deeply. Jorah smelled a little of soot and of leather with a metallic tang to it. She closed her eyes and allowed her arms to settle around his neck, even if she was stretching in order to do so. She was covered in blood, though not her own. Ash and grime stained her silver hair darker than she had ever been before. ❝ I am not so easy to lose, my Lord. ❞

Jorah held her tight, his arms wrapped around her tightly as she breathed him in. He buried his nose in her hair, closing his eyes as he thanked whoever or whatever was listening that she made it through the battle. “No, Khaleesi, you are not,” he whispered. “Thank the Gods..” he murmured quietly. “I don’t plan on losing you...” He was cut up and bruised, covered in blood and ash and bleeding, but she was alive. That was all that mattered. “We need to get you looked at...” 

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She’s holding Eevee close to her chest with Vivillon flying close above her and Dratini wrapped snug around her shoulders. Not exactly how she expected her day to go but Missandei wouldn’t complain. How could she? She’d keep them if they wanted to stick around but wouldn’t force anything if they eventually chose to leave. Yet with all three seemingly content to be here with her? Well......it all worked out just fine, didn’t it?

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Dany x Sansa

@zaldrczes asked the same, so i’m tagging you here to see the reply ,love!!honestly, it really, really, really depends. it would have to take a lot of plotting, it would have to take a lot of AU.sansa wouldn’t even consider dany if it were s8 canon. northern independence comes before annnyyy romantic/sexual pleasures. i definitely would love a dany sansa friendship before i’d want a ship. i’m just very picky about ships with sansa in general, dany x sansa being one i’m very picky on. i don’t typically ship sansa with female muses because in my personal canon she’s heterosexual (again, my interpretation, i know people feel differently). BUT, there have been some muses i do see sansa falling for, even if they are females (ie. margaery). for daensa to work, it would have to be heavily au and heavily plotted. it’s definitely not something to just be jumped into. 

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The trek to find his Queen had been long and often hard. It was not easy to follow a dragon on foot or on horseback. Where a dragon could soar over mountains, Jorah was forced to climb up . . . only to climb back down on the other side. Rest was unknown to him. He feared that if he waited too long, the signs left behind by Drogon would be removed by nature. 

Week by week, he traveled, then month by month, until he arrived at Asshai. Of course. Of course, the clever dragon would bring his mother here. Exhausted and near to collapse, Jorah entered the city with his armor strapped to his saddle and thirst breaking his lips. 

While those that lived in the city ignored him, the second one of the Red Priests and Red Priestesses saw him, he was guided towards a large temple. “The Bear has arrived for his Queen,” he heard whispered, but he was close to nodding off even atop his horse. Once he was stilled, he blinked awake and forced himself to dismount. 

His legs nearly gave away but he grit his teeth and pulled himself up. “Daenerys,” he spoke, hoarse and rough. “Where is she?”

One of the Red Priestesses approached him. “Greetings. I am Kinvara. We have been waiting for you. There is little the Dragon Queen goes that her loyal Bear does not follow.” A soft smile but Jorah couldn’t return it. “Come. She rests but you may see her.” 

Rests? Jorah’s look must have been questioning for Kinvara only broadened her smile. “Her dragon brought her here in time for us to restore her. Your Queen lives.” 

For the first time since he had heard the news, his heart leapt within his chest. Hope gave him the extra strength to follow her into one of the chambers. “How?” he asked. After all, he had seen the Night King’s version of restoring the dead to life. That was not a fate he wished for the Khaleesi. 

“With the power granted to us by the Lord of Light,” she replied simply. “Queen Daenerys was supposed to fall in Westeros . . . so that she may arise again, more powerful than before, and save the world twice-over.” 

“She deserves peace,” Jorah grunted, looking around the chamber as they entered in full. 

“She does. And so do many. Her efforts will ensure that all will know peace.” 

And there she was. Jorah made a sound between a choke and a sob when he saw the Silver Queen resting on her back. She was dressed in silver and blue. Her hands were clasped over her tummy. If she had been dead before, Jorah could not tell now. “She . . . rests?” he managed to ask. 

“She does. She sleeps. Until she sleeps no more,” Kinvara gestured for him to sit beside the Queen.

Jorah moved forward and knelt beside her. A hand outstretched towards her but he could not bring himself to actually touch her. Instead, his hand fell at his side. “How long?”

Kinvara shrugged. “Months, perhaps. Years. Eons. The Lord of Light shall wake her when it is time.”

Years? Jorah would be dead after a few more decades. And even then, he’d be of no use to her. “Let me rest with her,” he requested, his gaze turning from his Queen’s face to Kinvara’s. “I must serve.”

She didn’t seem surprised by this request either. “A vial is already prepared for you. Drink it. You shall not sleep as she does . . . but you will be tied to her. Preserved until she awakes. Provided, of course, no one sends a blade through your heart.” She’s smirking a little too much for his liking at that. Without a question, Jorah takes the vial and drinks it. 

It’s bitter . . . but the exhaustion he felt entirely disappears. “Guard her well, Ser Jorah,” Kinvara departs with a knowing smile.

And so he did. Jorah remained in the chamber for most of the next five years. Now and then, he ventured out for food or drink or company. Rarer, he even went out into the city to learn the news. But he always returned to his sleeping Queen and ensured that the candles around her remained lit. Drogon had taken up residence in Asshai. The people there were delighted to host him and fed him often. Jorah was grateful for the familiar company.

It was within the fifth year that his normal routine was altered. Jorah sat with his back against a wall, reading volume six of the history of Asshai when he heard a breath that was not his own. Blue eyes raised to find the Khaleesi’s open . . . and staring. The book dropped from his hands and he launched to his feet.

“Khaleesi!” he exclaimed, falling to his knees beside her resting place and bowing his head. “You’ve awoken.”

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Continued from here: 

Dragonstone was a new stronghold to Jorah. He’d never been this far East. Bear Island was on the complete other side of the country. Most of his time as a Lord, and before, had been spent on the Western coasts of Westeros. Though the salt-laced air was familiar. It almost felt like home. Though Jorah had learned long ago that his home was no longer a place but a person. 

If his exile had taught him anything, it was that Jorah actually enjoyed exploring new places. He had a mind for lore and history. Perhaps it had been sparked in his youth when he had spent hours in his mother’s library at Mormont Hall. Those volumes which now belonged to Daenerys--given to her as a wedding gift--had been poured over when he was a young boy. 

Exile had forced him to learn in-person. New cities, new societies. Though he did his best to learn their tongue as he went, much of his focus had always been on the art and history of those locations. At Dragonstone, there was even more to learn. The carvings woven into the stone were particularly interesting. Upon his arrival, he had spent a good hour just examining the carvings within the council room. They were incredible .

It was a great comfort to him, too, that life continued on as normal. Once he had proven himself to his Queen, he was taken right back into her service. Though he felt the absence of Ser Barristan quite keenly, he stood proud and protective at her side all the same. Even if their visitors to Dragonstone were far and few. 

His Queen must have noticed his rather over-protective stance for she teased him in a way that brought out a rare smile to the Bear’s lips. His heart warms when she informs him that he had been missed. “Not nearly to the scale in which I have missed you, Khaleesi, I assure you,” he rasped. The seat of the Hand is unoccupied with Tyrion elsewhere, and he eyes it for a moment. 

But instead Jorah walks down the few steps to her throne and takes up a chair at the side of the room. Returning, he places it beside her, though in front of the throne, and rests himself. The new armor she has donned him with glistens brightly beneath the sun shining in from the balcony behind her. It is unmarred from battle as of yet. 

“One does not know what life is like without the sun until it stops shining on you,” he continued, an almost bashful look on his features. “How is Meereen?” he asked after a moment. “When I left to find a cure, it was still a place rife with conflict. Did the Masters give up their ambitions?”

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