Jorah pulled her closer to his body and held her tightly to his body as she dismissed her servants and began to cry into his neck. He clenched his jaw as he felt a few tears of his own forming now that his rage had been satisfied for the moment.

One hand moved to go through her beautiful silver hair before he spoke softly. "This was not as punishment or a curse or any fault of yours. This was done by a malicious man." He said tenderly. The sorrow he felt from her and the whimper of her words tore at his own heart as he lifted her to cradle in his arms and lap as he sat on the ground in front of the chair she had been sitting in. He began to rock her gently as his strong arms stayed wrapped around her to hold her close.