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[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

Jorah had left her chambers early in the morning to avoid being seen by the servants. Daenerys had given him one last kiss goodbye, still reluctant to let him go. But she knew it had to be done. She knew that she had to remain strong and that he would have to publicly earn her trust again. If he wanted to be in her circle again, he would have to win the right.

Ser Barristan and Daario would not permit Jorah withing three feet of their Khaleesi without some proof that he could be trusted.

Thus, after she dozed off for a little while longer, Daenerys rose from bed and had the servants dress her for the day in a gown of blue and white fabric. She then made her way to the throne room and settled into her seat to receive complaints and concerns from her subjects. This was the open forum during which they could bring issues to her attention without fear.

Barristan and Daario were already there, the latter gave the Khaleesi a little wink, now that he had returned from his brief mission. Daenerys gave a weak smile, and blushed as images of Jorah flashed through her mind from the night before.

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Daenerys smiled, giving his arm another squeeze as they continued walking. "For your sake, and for the sake of our child, I will consider it."

Perhaps there was a way to leave the battlefield without being seen as weak. She would need to hide her condition somehow when her delivery date drew near.

"Come to me tonight?" She glanced up to him. "Already my belly is beginning to swell, if you'd like to see." Daenerys couldn't help grinning, wanting to see her belly grow as their child did.

Jorah nodded and his heart swelled at those words. "I am grateful that you value my recommendations." He said as he spotted a servant.

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That night Jorah arrived in her chambers. Once they were alone, he spun her around in a circle before kissing her deeply with love and joy. "I am overjoyed my heart, and I am glad to see you so happy."

It was an agonizing day, waiting for the evening when she could revel in her condition with Jorah. That they could properly celebrate conceiving their child. She laughed when he appeared and spun her around. When she came about again, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled broadly up at him. "As am I, my love! I am indeed so very happy," she glanced down, her fingers running over her gown that covered her belly. "I never thought I'd be able to conceive again..."

Jorah smiled as his hand moved to follow hers over her growing belly. He kissed her forehead lovingly before speaking. "That's because you are home again. You are a Queen and Queens must have children to continue the line. Now that you are home you can have children once again." He said softly.

"You really think so?" She smiled as she looked down to her belly. Then she would thank whatever Gods watched over her in the sky. Daenerys wrapped her hand around his and led Jorah back to the bed. "You can see the swelling better without this gown on, you know."

Jorah smiled as he nodded. "I truly do." He said before following her towards her bed. Once there he slowly lifted her thin shift off of her and his eyes were filled with even more love and devotion when he saw the swell of her belly. He slowly fell to his knees as he placed both hands on her stomach gently. He leaned in to softly kiss her stomach. "Grow strong my little one." He said softly against her stomach.

Jorah turned his eyes up as his hands moved to guide Daenerys to sit down. He wanted to celebrate this moment further and he silently requested it by slowly beginning to kiss his way down her slightly swollen belly and towards that sweet junction between her legs.

Daenerys smiled down at Jorah as he knelt before her and spoke to their child. Her fingers stroked over his hair as she smiled down at him. She so looked forward to giving birth and giving him a child that she could watch the two of them play together.

She sat down at his direction and let her hands slide down his arms as he kissed down her body. Daenerys glanced down with her violet eyes to watch as he moved. She was so happy to be carrying his child. When his lips brushed over her belly Daenerys giggled, wondering if the baby could feel it - though she was sure the baby likely was too small to hear or feel much just yet.

Jorah saw how happy she was and his hope that perhaps he might earn the right for her hand once he was fully re-instated was growing bigger with every day and now to see how happy she was to be carrying his child delighted him immeasurably.

His mouth continued to move down until he licked over her folds gently and lovingly.

Daenerys leaned back to let him get more comfortable between her thighs. Each lick of his tongue sent a frenzy of sensations rolling through her. Slowly her hand reached to push through his hair. She gasped and sighed in pure pleasure. "Jorah..." she moaned his name to the night air. The father of her child.

Jorah continued to lick over her folds lovingly when he heard those soft sounds from her. His tongue moved up to circle around her clit as he suckled on the hard peak with reverence. He was overjoyed that she was carrying his child. He had been denied children by his previous wife and the thought of finally having children was thrilling to him.

Daenerys whined and moaned out softly as his mouth continued its worship of her sex. Her hips rocked slowly, wanting more of his attention, feeling her body already growing tighter and tighter. Responding to the incredible feeling of his tongue teasing over her folds. When he suckled her clit she cried out again, her body writhing against the bed. "Right there. Right there-!" She moaned again, nearing her orgasm.

Jorah continued to work over her folds and immediately heard how happy she was for him to be working over her clit. He continued his diligent work on her clit to be sure that she was fully satisfied. He focused and doubled his efforts to bring her the absolute pleasure that she desired of him in this moment.

Daenerys' back arched, her fingers gripping his hair tight as he licked and suckled over her clit. Her entire body grew tight and trembled. Daenerys gasped heaving breaths to force air into her lungs. When she felt her core tingling and burning, she cried out when the bowstring suddenly snapped and her climax raked over her. She cried out his name as her body quaked beneath him.

Jorah smiled when he felt her reach her powerful climax. He greatly enjoyed bringing her pleasure like this. He drank down her release and licked over her folds gently before kissing his way back up to the slight swell of her belly. He looked at her face with love and devotion as he reveled in how beautiful she looked when she was recovering from her orgasm.

Daenerys breathed heavily for a few moments before glancing down to look at Jorah as he moved up her body. She smiled as he rounded her slightly swollen belly. Her fingers moved from gripping to stroking his hair as he moved up beside her. "Did you ever...conceive children with your wife?" She hated to bring up Jorah's previous wife. But she was curious if there was any indication of what she might expect.

Jorah did move up beside her most willingly and laid down at her side. He looped his strong arms around her and kissed her temple. He smiled a little sadly at her question, "I think I did a number of times, but she did not wish to be a mother so she drank moon tea regularly to prevent a child." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice, but smiled once he looked into her beautiful violet eyes.

Daenerys turned in his arms and moved to face him. She listened to him and frowned sadly. The more he spoke about his wife, the more Daenerys hated her. Her fingers reached up and teased over his skin as she looked up into his eyes. "I have no intention of drinking moon tea. I want our child," she assured him.

Jorah smiled at that as he nuzzled into her cheek and kissed her gently. "Even though our child would be considered a bastard?" He asked softly. No matter how she wanted it to be, they were not married and even if they did get married the child within her was clearly made outside of wedlock and would be labeled a bastard.

She had indeed considered that fact. She nuzzled against him and kept cuddled up close. Daenerys was a Targaryen, there was a stigma more so with her than any other that came with giving birth to a bastard. "A bastard, yes...but it is within the power of the Crown to grant legitimacy to a bastard child, is it not?" Could she not technically grant legitimacy to her own child, conceived out of wedlock? Her stubborn mind thought it so.

Jorah smiled as he nodded his head. "Yes it is, but North of Dorne if you tried to place that child in the line of succession even after making them legitimate there would be many whose loyalty would not be as strong." He said before kissing her cheek as he gently rubbed his hand over her belly. "These are worries and cares for later my love. For now let's celebrate the joy of this moment." He said softly.

Daenerys' lips pouted in thought. True enough these were concerns for later, but something in Jorah's words gave her pause. "If they are truly loyal then why should they have any reason to question my decisions?"

But the feeling of his hand over her belly had the strange effect of calming her right down. She was soothed, happy and content to dwell in the moment. "Our child..." she whispered, bringing her hand to rest atop his.

Jorah was glad that such a simple touch could get her to focus on the joy of this moment. He enjoyed holding her and just being happy that she was carrying his child AND that she was happy.

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It did not take long for them to become organized and re-claim the south. With the remnants of the Lannister army spread out in the North and only the Tyrell's against the hordes Daenerys had brought across the ocean matched with all of Dorne and her three dragons, the battle for King's landing was very short.

All nobles of smaller houses who fought against her were stripped of their titles and lands to be re-distributed to more loyal lords. The smaller lords were given a choice to a fair trial without the option of trial by combat or to take the black.

For the remaining Tyrell's, Daenerys gave the father the option of a trial or to take the black. The daughter would be kept at King's Landing as a hostage and the son would inherit Highgarden, but some of the lands would be forfeit to the crown.

Jamie Lannister had a bounty on his head and a reward would be given for his capture alive to meet with the Queens justice. Tyrion would have a choice between a trial or to take the black. Cersi's trial had concluded that she was a traitor and she was scheduled to be executed. Tommen chose to take the Black and was sent on his way with 100 other lords who had also made the same choice.

Jorah was certain that any of the gold cloaks who were loyal to the Lannisters were tried to determine if they were worthy of the opportunity to take the black or if they should be executed.

In a matter of three months, Daenerys once again controlled the south. She had placed loyal southron lords over important keeps. She had named the Prince of Dorne the Warden of the south and had invited the oldest of the Sand Snakes to the capitol to be a member of her small council.

Jorah was on his way to speak with Daenerys, there were still a few members of the former small council he would rather her replace. He also had word from the North, from his sister. She had an idea where Sansa Stark might be and the only armies she would have to defeat would be the remnants of the Lannister army, the Bolton forces, and what remained of Stannis Baratheon's forces. He intended to suggest that wiping out the Frey's and putting a new, more loyal lord, at the Twins would be a wise move to uniting the North to her cause. He also wanted to suggest the idea of her saving Sansa and re-instating her as Wardeness of the North. He was a northern man himself, the North remembers and are fiercely loyal to the Starks. It would be far easier for Daenerys to have peace in her entire Kingdom if she could forgive the girl of the sins of her father.

He bowed before her. "Your grace."

Thus far her return to power in the west had been proceeding smoothly. As time wore on and her condition became more pronounced, Daenerys wore looser gowns, claiming that her skin had grown used to the Dothraki climate, and thus even the warmth of Kings Landing was a bit cold for her liking. She had heard no whispers nor rumors of her condition, and her maids were diligent in listening for such words.

The South was hers, but there was still the North to reclaim under the Targaryen banner. She knew the North would always be loyal to the Starks, and that the bad blood that boiled between Dire Wolf and Dragon was thick and acrid. It would require a great deal of work and convincing to win the North. But she thanked the Old Gods and New that her man, her Hand, Ser Jorah, was born of the North. He knew it far better than she, and she hoped he would be the sort of key to the North.

Baratheon had issued him a pardon, perhaps that would mean something to the Men of the North to amend his sins thought so grievous by Ned Stark.

Daenerys was in her chambers when Jorah came to her. The maids were braiding her hair, playing really with the new jewels she'd been given as gifts from lords looking for her favor. She smiled when he entered, her fingers over her rounded belly.

"Rise, Ser Jorah," she kept her tone level in front of her maids. "Have you some manner of news for me?"

Jorah smiled slightly when he saw her hand resting on her growing belly. He was also wary of any rumors of her delicate condition to be sure it was not spread to far through the castle.

He knew her maids were aware of her condition and also that she trusted them to hear his council. When given permission, he stood. "Your grace, I have discovered some terrible truths about things that have occurred in the North. Many of these events are so despicable that those who are guilty should be dealt with severely. I believe that dealing justice to those who deserve it will gain you favor amongst the remaining lords in the north."

He shifted on his feet a bit before telling her of the terrible tragedies that had befallen the former great house of Stark and how treacherous the Frey and Bolton families had become. "I believe the eldest Stark girl is likely alive if she is with Lord Littlefinger. Stark was a friend to the usurper and paid the price of disloyalty to your family. However, considering what has happened to the poor girl I do believe that she should not be condemned for the actions of her father. Perhaps...once she is found your Grace would consider naming her Wardeness of the North and assisting her to re-establish her home in Winterfell. I also suggest that the cowards Frey be dealt with severely and perhaps a more loyal Lord replace the senior Frey at the Twins. The Bolton's are cold and cruel and many Northern lords would not miss them should they also be punished for their crimes. I believe that if you agree to my suggestions you will have peace and loyalty in the north more quickly than open war."

Daenerys remained very quiet as he told her of the atrocities of the North. Of the Red Wedding at the Twins and the plight of the Stark Clan. She couldn't deny that she wasn't a little satisfied to hear of the Stark suffering, but she should have been the one to exact justice upon them in the name of her father. Regardless, in a way she can sympathize with Sansa Stark; for neither of them were their fathers - they were separate people altogether.

Daenerys had no intention of punishing Sansa for what Ned Stark had done.

She stood up slowly, waving off the maids who stepped back. Silently she considered his suggestions. "Truth be told, I know the Starks are the key to the North. 'A Stark must always be in Winterfell' and all that..." she had heard that line dozens of times in her youth. "The Freys will indeed be dispatched and dealt with. They are to face the Queen's Justice for what they've done and how they've inhibited the struggle against the Lannisters."

They could not be trusted, clearly. Who knows? Perhaps Jaime Lannister was in hiding at the Twins, protected by the Freys.

"Your council is wise, Ser Jorah, and I thank you," Daenerys admitted with a nod of her head. "I shall consider it carefully."

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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