Jorah was proud of the alliances she made and her tactics to overthrow the usurpers. It was a solid plan and with a bit of luck the losses would not be too great. He had been in meetings along side her and without her as her hand. All of the side meetings he had, he would discuss with her before offering any steadfast promises to what was spoken on. Most of the men trusted the word of her older hand than Daenerys herself. Something she would adress when the time was right; however, these side meetings made her allies happier and Jorah was swift to report to her all details no matter how trivial to her.

He enjoyed the nights when she simply desired his arms to be wrapped around her just as much as the evening she desired him to make love to her. He enjoyed giving her the opportunity to be the vulnerable young woman she was and not have to be a queen for just a few hours at night.

He had noted that something seemed to be different about her lately, but he was unsure what it might be. He was not concerned when she did not summon him to her bed the night before, but did find it curious to be summoned to her at this time of day.

He stepped up to her and gave a formal bow. "Your Grace. How may I be of service to you?" He knew there were a few ears listening, unless she had ordered her servants to clear the area.