If Daenerys had been asked, she would have gladly offended the other lords and taken Jorah as her husband. She was Queen, after all - who would oppose her? If it pleased her, it should be so. But, after spending so much time in the East and adapting to the Dothraki culture, Daenerys could see the appeal in having her potential husband prove his physical strength and fight for her.

Especially when that potential husband was Ser Jorah Mormont.

When the jousts began she had watched carefully and gripped her fists so tight in fear for Jorah that she'd nearly pierced her palms with her nails. But as it was, Jorah won the jousts. When the time for the archery portion came, Daenerys was not surprised to find that Jorah had finished third. He was better at hand-to-hand than archery. Which was why, when he faced Daario in the final round, she was not surprised that Jorah won. Her heart swelled with joy as Varys announced him the victor. It had taken all her self control not to run to Jorah when he approached her throne. But she maintained her calm demeanor as she looked down to him.

"Your strength is to be commended, Ser Jorah," she praised him. "But I have yet one more task for you. I am indeed the Mother of Dragons, and as such, I must know that my dragons find you worthy of standing by my side. Walk amongst my dragons, Ser Jorah. Come with me to mount my dragons for a ride. If Viserion or Rhaegal permits you on his back, it will be your final test, and you will be truly worthy of being my husband."

She paused before adding: "Do you accept this final challenge?"