Jorah pulled her close and held her tight. His heart ached and he felt sick to his stomach. He did not blame her in the least, but he did wonder if maybe the curse she feared so much still plagued her.
He heard Missandei return with the Maester. Just a few seconds later he clearly heard the words from the Dothraki maid. He felt her push back and he turned to look at Pycelle.
The old man saw the blood and gave a solemn nod. "I am sorry for your Grace's loss. I am certain that we can find a hidden blessing in this. The disfigurement of your body would have caused great discontent in your realm." Pycelle said softly.
Jorah's face filled with rage and anger. He made sure Daenerys was safely in her seat before letting her go and standing. He had blood on his clothing as he approached the old man menacingly. He grabbed the dusty cloak and glared into the man's face. "What did you put in her tea and WHO did you tell?"
Unless Daenerys stopped him, Jorah was very likely to kill the man right here for murdering his child and hurting the love of his life in such a cruel way.
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He heard Missandei return with the Maester. Just a few seconds later he clearly heard the words from the Dothraki maid. He felt her push back and he turned to look at Pycelle.
The old man saw the blood and gave a solemn nod. "I am sorry for your Grace's loss. I am certain that we can find a hidden blessing in this. The disfigurement of your body would have caused great discontent in your realm." Pycelle said softly.
Jorah's face filled with rage and anger. He made sure Daenerys was safely in her seat before letting her go and standing. He had blood on his clothing as he approached the old man menacingly. He grabbed the dusty cloak and glared into the man's face. "What did you put in her tea and WHO did you tell?"
Unless Daenerys stopped him, Jorah was very likely to kill the man right here for murdering his child and hurting the love of his life in such a cruel way.