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

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."

Jorah heard the anger and pain in her voice as she continued to bleed. He was concerned at how weak she would be once the bleeding stopped, but right now there were more pressing problems.

At her words a dark glee filled Jorah's eyes as he pulled out a small dagger from his boot. He started by cutting off the old man's fingers slowly one by one. He then gouged out his eyes with his fingers. Last he pressed the blade into the man's mouth to cut the muscle before turning him over so that he would not choke on his blood. Jorah then moved his hand quickly to strike the man across the back of the head to knock him unconscious. He moved back in front of Daenerys and put his arms around her. He knew she must be in great pain right now. He was at a loss for words in this moment, but he was not going to leave her side for the next month unless she sent him away.

As with before when Drogo killed her brother, Daenerys watched the whole scene. She did not look away as Jorah began mutilating Pycelle. Daenerys watched every last detail, every command she'd issued carried out. Only when Pycelle was knocked unconscious did Daenerys give into the pain and pure sorrow she felt. Finally she felt the blood stop flowing, but the pain was still within her, ebbing and twinging within her womb.

She dismissed Missandei and the servants, and once they were alone and Jorah wrapped his arms around her, Daenerys did the same. Again she buried her face against his neck and just continued to cry.

"The baby...Jorah, it's gone..." she whimpered.

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.

She was only too happy to be pulled into Jorah's lap. Daenerys sniffled and sobbed as she cuddled up into him.

"He killed our son...our son," she mumbled it over and over again. Unable to put it out of her mind. Yet she felt her heart lighten a little when he said aloud that it was not her fault. Deep down she had feared that she was indeed cursed. That she would never carry a child to term. "He admitted it so easily...like he truly thought himself just in his actions. How could he think such a thing!?"

Her violet eyes glanced up to him, glassy and in desperate search for an answer.

Jorah continued to rock her and comfortingly move his hand through her hair. The look of desperation in her eyes for answers was met with slight sorrow in his eyes. "This is how some men feel in your Kingdom. They feel that since they are so much older than you they are wiser and know better how to run your Kingdom. There are a few who likely would have done the same had they known."

Jorah considered for a moment before deciding to give her an outlet for her anger and pain. "I know that families such as the Frey's likely would have done something similar. I believe he told the truth about not sharing with others his information. However, I would not be surprised had he been paid by a family like the Freys or what remains of their friends the Lannisters." He said lowly.

He began to feel pangs of guilt for not keeping a better eye on Pycelle. It was far too easy for the old man to have slipped moon tea into Daenerys tea. It would not have been too difficult slip her poison instead.

The revelation that there were others in the realm who would do this to her again made her burst into tears again. She knew there were still people who did not support her rule. But to murder an innocent child, one who was not yet born...

That was horrid to her. She couldn't fathom it.

But Jorah was wise to channel her anger. Even as she remained buried against his chest, she began to calm her sobs to stop her body from shaking. Daenerys glanced up, dark fire in her violet eyes. This was a dangerous path indeed; if he wasn't careful she might become the next 'Mad Queen' if her rage went unchecked.

"What do you suggest?"

Jorah knew that a woman's rage was dangerous if gone unchecked, especially one with the power Daenerys had. He could see the fire in those violet eyes of hers and knew they were on a razors edge.

"The Frey's will not suspect an attack on them, the old man would be more than willing to wish to speak of peace. If you wish, you could send your Unsullied in to remove all those who are not related to the Frey's. Then, upon Drogon's back, unleash your fury upon their great castles with your children who were unjustly robbed of a sibling." He said. Unleashing her dragons upon a hated family would strike fear into all lords who would think to oppose her, but removing innocents would show a hint of mercy and show that she was not her father.

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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