made brave

      jorah was the only man in this world left who daenerys trusted. despite her circumstances the queen offered jorah a weak smile, holding just a bit tighter to him in hopes he understood how she felt.  ‘  don’t make me wait too long down here. it hurts … to be away from you and drogon.  ‘  dany admitted softly, reluctantly. already she could feel her heart beating faster in anticipation of his departure.

      ‘  something tells me my comfort isn’t paramount to my captors. they got from me what they needed and decided i stay here to rot.  ‘  vague anger bubbled up in dany’s chest and —- quickly relinquished to despair. she no longer had the energy to stay mad, and perhaps that was truly one spark of light in her darkness.  ‘  drogon trusts you, my dearest bear. he’ll help if you ask.  ‘

    ❛     i will be back as soon as i can...  i won’t make you wait long, i swear it.     ❜    he kept his grip on her firm, hoping to warm her up some before he had to take his leave.   her suffering was worse to him than all the pain he had endured -- he’d have relived the horrors of greyscale if it meant she was safe and sound.   as it stood, all he could offer her was comfort now, and promise of rescue later.

        ‘  you didn’t kill any of their friends.  ‘  the cobra hissed, irritated with herself for being genuinely frustrated about their future alongside summer rose. emerald only knew this was the closest to family they’d gotten, and there was nothing they could do to keep it from crumbling apart. instead of voicing those concerns, however, emerald simply intertwined their fingers and quietly tugged her butcher away.  ‘  let’s go do something. we need to tell her eventually, but today isn’t that day.  ‘

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         ‘  i really don’t think interacting with summer’s real family will be as easy as she makes it seem.  ‘

              lips part in a small exclamation of surprise. he hadn’t expected anyone to notice that he was gone. he’d just thought to step out for a bit. admittedly, he isn’t over-fond of being inside the mountain ; it reminds him unflatteringly of mirkwood, has that same feeling of sickness & foreboding. but had it really been hours? he supposes he must have lost track of the time.    ❛     thorin, i’m — really, i’m quite alright. see? no worse for wear.    ❜    he offers the dwarf king what he hopes to be a reassuring smile.    ❛     i just went out for a bit of fresh air. if it makes you feel any better, i took sting with me.   ❜

    he sounded so sure about her life being far from over, weak digits clutching at the leather armor jorah still wore. he’d fight every last person who told them she had to stay, and daenerys didn’t want that. his life was too precious, far moreso than dany’s now. the young mother sighed out her obvious relief, hands shifting to settle atop jorah’s. ‘  of course i trust you. you’ve protected me all this time …  ‘

    in her experience,  true loyalty was rare to come across. cersei bought armies who dropped their swords near instantly rather than defend her, men turned on men after late evening conversations regarding treason … yet ser jorah remained standing by daenerys’ side. ‘  i’ll do whatever i can to help.  ‘  even if it wasn’t much, especially now that the once regal queen sat broken and bloody and dethroned.

     ❛     all i need from you is your trust.     ❜    jorah replied, his earnest tone echoing around the cold cell, a stark reminder of where they were and what they had done to his queen.   he would see them all brought to justice, he swore, those who had betrayed daenerys when she needed them most -- cruel, selfish men whose loyalties were as fickle as the sky above dragonstone.  that was where he would take her, where those still loyal would regroup to protect her -- yara greyjoy, the unsullied, perhaps.

      porcelain features tinged slightly pink, one hand gripping tightly to her bear’s shoulder as though she might collapse should he let her go.  dragoness’ lips turned up in her own playful smile, adjusting her arms around his frame and sneaking another kiss to the corner of his mouth.  ‘  for a time it was all i could think about. admittedly my feelings were fractured upon learning your initial intentions with me, and i wasn’t sure if i could ever forgive you.  ‘

     daenerys couldn’t help closing the small gap between them one last time, far more demanding and desperate the longer she kissed her favorite northerner. it took time for her to realize and accept the way she felt — a concept daario tried to teach her yet she never listened. when she pulled back, daenerys had nothing save for adoration in lavender eyes.  ‘  forgive me for taking my time to tell you i love you too.  ‘

     ❛     understandably.     ❜     jorah replied, though his voice came out thick around the lump that had formed in his throat.   he would never forgive himself for betraying his queen, and would not have blamed her if she had hated him forever.  as it was, jorah was beyond delighted to know that their rocky past had, perhaps, been overcome.