randomosity | [For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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."

Jorah bowed his head at her words. "The execution of the usurper's Queen will be at sunset. Do you still intend to attend?" He stepped closer to her and dropped his voice. "With the changes here in the south I do worry about some of the current small council members that were in place by those in power during the usurpers reign and are still in place. I also worry about the safety of Lady Sansa if she is with Lord Littlefinger. With your permission, I would like to send out some trusted men to seek them out and return the lady to safety."

"I do. I will see the lioness's head cleaved from her shoulders so that her tyranny will truly be at an end," there was no hesitation in that answer.

Daenerys considered his words, her teeth pinching the inside of her cheek as she thought for a long moment. "If I eliminate all the old members of the small council, there are those who will think me tyrannical for it. They will see my removal of old members as my way of throwing away any opposition and only surrounding myself with my supporters - not supporters of the people."

But she agreed with his concern for Sansa. Daenerys gave a little wave of her fingers. "Send your men to seek out the Lady Sansa and bring her to me. But be sure to instruct them that they are not to harm her, lest they face the wrath of the Mother of Dragons."

Jorah nodded, "I shall be by your side during the execution." He promised.

Her words about the small council were met with a nod and a slight smile on his face of pride. "You speak with great wisdom your Grace." He said as he took a few steps closer to her.

The dismissive wave of her hand was met with with a nod. He already had a few men picked for that assignment and he would send them right after the execution.

Daenerys rewarded him with a smile. "As I would expect you to be."

Her eyes glanced to him when he stepped closer to her. She let her eyes flicker down and up again, taking in his form. Daenerys let her fingers reach out to brush over his. The smile on her face was unmistakable. She could deal with any opposition or trial so long as he was there by her side.

Daenerys gasped suddenly as she felt a strange sensation in her belly. But she wasn't alarmed, she'd felt it before...

"The baby's kicking," she whispered, taking his hand more fully as she grinned up at him, tears nearly in her eyes.

Jorah smiled more fully when he saw the joy in her eyes. The sudden sound from her had him on alert in a second before he heard her words. A smile crossed his face as he reached out to rest his hand on her growing belly. He wanted to feel their child moving and growing within her.

Daenerys rested her hand atop his and moved it just slightly to where she had felt the kick before. She held her breath a moment and again there came a soft kick from the baby from inside her womb. Daenerys' eyes lit and she laughed in awe as she looked down to her belly where their child slept and grew within her.

Jorah smiled and gasped softly at the kick he felt. "They will be strong like their mother." He said with pride in his eyes and voice.

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Jorah stood next to Daenerys as Cersi Lannister was led out in torn and frayed rags. She had appointed Daario as her Justice to carry out the executions. Jorah was watching the crowd, there was not much love for the Lannisters here, but he was still wary of any that might try to kill the new Queen.

The execution itself was very brief, he heard cheers when the lioness was killed. Her head was going to be next to an empty spike on the castle that was reserved for her brother and lover Jamie once he was found.

Jorah stayed with Daenerys and escorted her back to her chambers after the execution. "I think many in the city love you even more now that you have rid them of those flea ridden lions."

Daenerys was dressed in her finest regalia later that afternoon, crown and jewels and a fine red gown. As Cersei Lannister was led out into the open there was clearly no fight nor deceit in her eyes. The lioness was gone, it was a shell of a woman who looked back at Daenerys. When her head was struck from her body Daenerys couldn't help but smirk triumphantly. It was easy to ignore the dull ache in her belly when one of her natural predators had just been eliminated.

She walked back to her chambers slowly, with all the regality of a queen with Jorah beside her. Though once she reached her chambers she felt lightheaded and needed to sit down. She sat down in a fine chair and caught her breath a moment.

"Let us hope you're right, for surely there are still those who stood to gain from a lion's rule than a dragon's," she winced a little as her hand rubbed over the swell of her belly once again.

No, something wasn't right.

Jorah felt her use him as support as he led her towards a chair. He could see something in her eyes that worried him as her hand moved to her belly. He motioned for her maids to step in with water and he knelt down at her side to look into her eyes. "What is it? Shall I call the Maester?" Jorah did not trust Pycelle, but as a Maester he would know how to help Daenerys should there be something wrong.

At first she nodded, wanting the Maester to ensure that her baby was safe. But there came a sharp pain in her belly that made Daenerys pitch forward with a cry. There came a second sensation...

Daenerys reached beneath her crimson gown, investigating. When she pulled her hand out again she almost fainted. Blood covered her hand.

"No..." there was pure sorrow in her tone as she looked upon her blood-soaked fingers.

Missendi had come forward from the shadows and Jorah signaled for her to go fetch the Maester quickly and discreetly. She nodded before going as the other maids came closer once they heard the cry of pain.

Jorah had heard this cry before from Daenerys and his heart felt as if it would stop and a rock was deep in his stomach. His eyes were filled with worry that was matched on his face. When she reached beneath her gown and her hand came back bloody it became obvious what had happened. The maids were quick to move, getting water and fresh clothes. One of her Dothraki hand maids looked over the cups she had used earlier that day and was inspecting the food, none of them were screaming or crying out in fear. They all knew what their duties were right now.

Jorah moved in close to Daenerys and pulled her as close as he could. He was not worried about blood getting on him. His hands sought hers to give her support. He rested his forehead against hers. He knew that the blood was just the beginning. There would be more pain and he was not going to leave her side for any reason. He was not certain if the Maester could still save the child or if it was already too late, but he did hope Missandi returned swiftly.

Daenerys trembled as he held her close. Sobs made her body shake and and heave in deep breaths as it finally sunk in. She'd lost the baby. Their baby. Daenerys wailed in a combination of pain and sorrow. The dull ache in her belly evolved to full, overwhelming agony as more blood leaked from inside her and dripped to the floor. She buried her face against his shoulder and continued to sob and cry.

Missandei returned with the Maester right behind her. But when she saw the blood spilling from the Queen, she gasped and fell back a bit. Missandei was not Dothraki and therefore did not enjoy nor was she used to the sight of so much blood in such a setting. Daenerys' Dothraki maids diligently kept about their work inspecting her food and cups. One dipped a finger in what little was left of her Khaleesi's tea from earlier that morning and tasted the fluid. She called out in Dothraki, which obviously the Maester would not understand, but the message would be clear enough to Daenerys and Jorah.

Moon tea.

Daenerys' sobs ceased right then as she absorbed that information. She pushed back a bit and looked up at Jorah. "...What."

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.

Daenerys dug her nails into Jorah's arms. Pure rage was rushing through her now. Losing her baby would be one thing; she'd lost a baby before. But to be poisoned and have her baby murdered? No. That was another thing altogether.

When Jorah stood up Missandei went straight to her Khaleesi's side. If only to soothe the queen with her presence. Daenerys watched as Jorah seized Pycelle. She made no move to stop him. No, she wanted Pycelle to be punished, and as the father of her child, Jorah was within his right to want to bring the Maester pain. But her rational mind poked at her, reminding her that without proof that Pycelle was to blame, there could be no punishment.

"Jorah," Daenerys' voice was strained as she called to him. But she leveled a glare at Pycelle. "Answer the questions. Now."

Even as another wave of pain rushed through her Daenerys focused her pain into anger to keep from doubling over.

Jorah was trembling with anger as he held the smaller man. The only thing stopping him from striking the old man was that strained voice. His voice was a low growl of anger. "Answer truthfully or by the old gods and the new you will regret your words."

Pycelle looked truly scared but he chose to answer truthfully. He suspected the young girl would be easily swayed once he could get her alone from the over protective hand. "I noted her graces deformity and added some herbs to her tea to remove the deformity from her body. To protect the kingdom I did not bring up her deformity to anyone else."

Jorah's anger flashed over and he swung the old man around to slam him hard into the ground. "How dare you call an innocent baby a deformity! You have murdered your Queen's child through your actions!" He growled through his teeth. His words could clearly be heard by those in the room. However, if there were ears listening through the doors or walls they would not hear specific words, but growled words in anger.

Jorah turned his face to look up at Daenerys. "This worm has just admitted to poisoning your grace. May I have the honor of removing his traitorous tongue and breaking his hands that he may not spread his treacherous words and spread his poison through your kingdom until your justice has been carried out for his greivous crimes." He was beside himself with rage, but Jorah knew she would want to give him a trial.

She didn't know why she wanted the old man to speak. Each time he used that word, 'deformity' - oh, she just wanted to cut his mouth open at the corners. Daenerys started to snap at him, but Jorah beat her to it. She found it satisfying to watch Jorah throw the old man to the ground. Daenerys wished her body wasn't racked with pain and bleeding out by the second, for she would have stood right up and crushed her boot into his ribs. But as it was, she was limited to her chair.

"Call my child a deformity once more Maester," she hissed, adjusting her position a bit. "See how long you live."

She considered Jorah's words for a long moment. Normally yes, she would command a trial. But she looked upon the old Maester, pain still raking her abdomen, more blood dripping down her legs. "...cut off his fingers, cut out his tongue and carve out his eyes. He will not communicate with another person ever again, but he will live with the guilt of his actions for what remains of his years."

There would be no trial. He had admitted his guilt to her, in front of witnesses. "Do it now."

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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