Zirȳla Gryves

Indie sideblog for Game of Thrones's Jorah Mormont

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@zhavorsazafra continued from HERE

“You will have to do more than talk if you wish it” Irri’s tone was teasing as she walked backwards to the room she used in the large manse they were staying in. Jorah’s interest in her was new, but she wouldn’t argue against it

“I can do a great deal more than talk.” Jorah practically purred out at her, excitement rising in him as the younger woman walked while she faced him. Something about her had drawn his attention away from the memory of Lynesse, perhaps it was her proud nature as the daughter of a khal, perhaps it was because she reminded him of the women of Bear Island. Fierce and cunning, able to woo men and yet still defend themselves from harm. “While we walk would you like me to describe what I plan to do to you in order to make you melt under me?”