Jorah chuckled as he realized it must have been Daario. The joy on her face for her favorite son to have returned to her put a smile on Jorah's face. He looked into those violet eyes with love. "Your happiness and returning to your kingdom are all I have desired of you." He paused for a moment. "If you desire a different reward I do have a request. Once we reach Westeros I have no doubt that all lords with lands and titles still to their name will request your hand in marriage for the advancement and safety of their house. All I ask is that you will allow me to stay close to you, I am willing to be a member of your Queensguard if only to be by your side whenever you have need of me."

Jorah was no fool. In Dorne he would still be able to enjoy her bed more freely if she desired. However, north of Dorne it would be seen as a scandal. He no longer had his title in Westeros and did not see himself worthy of asking for her hand. He had earned his honor and respect back with those who traveled on these ships. However, in Westeros he was still an outcast.