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

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.

Daenerys obviously enjoyed his suggestion at first. She wanted nothing more than to unleash her rage upon something, anything. The Freys were indeed the ideal option; hated by the North, untrustworthy to her regime.

...but was it truly just?

"...will there not be those who accuse me of striking down the Freys because they would oppose me? Would they not accuse me of silencing all those who would speak out against me? Would they not call me a tyrant?"

There was a long pause before she spoke again. "Would they not call me 'Mad'?"

Jorah was glad to see reason shine through in this dark moment for her. However, the rage within him wished she would show a touch of madness to deal out severe punishment.

He sighed after a moment before speaking. "If you were to simply wipe out all who currently live at the Twins then yes many would call you mad. However, if you send in soldiers to remove those who are innocent of being related to a family who broke not just the rules of the land but the rules of the old gods and the seven many would see it as appropriate justice to those cowards. As Queen you are burdened with carrying out the terrifying justice that the gods demand when their laws are broken." He said. "Gods are known for punishments some term as cruel when their laws are broken."

Daenerys considered his words long and hard. She did not wish to seem harsh or tyrannical, but Jorah was right, she had to enforce the laws of the Gods. Her eyes flashed up to him as she took a deep breath.

"Very well then. Do it," she kept her voice level. "Get the innocent out - then drag the Freys back here by their hair to face my wrath and justice."

She leaned into him, pressing her forehead against his. "Make them pay for murdering our son."

Jorah kissed her temple gently as he nodded his head. "I swear that they will pay for the pain they have caused us." He vowed.

()

It was a month later when the last of the Frey's were brought to the capital. Jorah had sent men to build a special arena outside of the city. There were perches made for each of the Queen's dragons to rest upon and they had been trained to take their positions. Jorah had been using the arena as a feeding pen for the dragon's. Today would be different.

Every Frey in the city was marched by the Unsullied to the arena and forced to stand along the sandy floor. Jorah and others of the small council along with the unsullied stood in along the top of the walls as the Frey's began to look confused and scared. Those who were standing as witnesses along with the unsullied were wearing the bitter oil that would keep them safe from the dragon's. They Frey's were not given the same protection.

The sound of large wings approaching could be heard as Daenerys rode to the arena upon Drogon's back. The three dragon's were perched and looked down into the arena with interest. It was time for the execution, Jorah wondered if any of the Frey's would beg for mercy. He made sure the records were checked relentlessly to ensure that only those with Frey blood within them were within this arena. No matter the age, all with Frey blood in their veins stood within this arena.

Amongst the witnesses were the remnants of the Tulley household. The Tulley's held no love for either the Frey's or the Lannister's. Jorah had invited them to see justice served to the Frey family of the injustice they caused upon Tulley kin. Sansa Stark's mother was a Tulley when she was a maid, it would be the beginning of winning over the North to Daenerys. If she could win the trust and fealty of Sansa's uncles then perhaps they would encourage the girl to swear fealty to Daenerys as well.

After losing her child, Daenerys had spent more and more time with her original children. Drogon had been surprisingly comforting and close while the Freys had been rounded up. It wasn't so bad, losing her child when her other three children were so devoted and loving of their mother. The rides on Drogon's back had been particularly distracting.

But then the time finally came and the Freys were rounded up and brought to face her justice. Daenerys rode in on Drogon's back and then dismounted, taking her seat in the throne of the arena. Drogon mounted his perch and snarled down at the arena, licking his teeth as he looked down at the Freys, who trembled at the sight of her large and hungry dragons.

"You have been summoned here for a single purpose," Daenerys called out, making sure her voice rang throughout the arena for the spectators and victims alike. "The Frey clan has been found guilty of treason, and for crimes against the Old Gods. As Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, of the Andals and the First Men; I, Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, am charged with upholding the justice of the realm and of maintaining the laws set forth by the Gods."

She paused for a moment, letting her words ring throughout the arena.

"Therefore it is my solemn duty to sentence the entirety of House Frey to death. The Gods demand blood for blood - thus the blood they have shed must be appeased with blood of their clan. I will not see the injustice and brutality they have wrought with the slaughter of House Stark and the bannermen of the Northern Army done ever again. This era has no place for such deceit and such brutality!"

Drogon could wait no more, it seemed. He lit from his perch and swooped down into the arena. He approached the trembling Freys and snapped his jaws. Viserion and Rhaegal were soon to follow. But they did not attack, not yet. Daenerys glanced out among the crowd before looking down below. There was satisfaction in seeing the Freys cry out for mercy.

They would find none here.

"Let it be known, such is the punishment for murder in this realm. For House Stark, and in the name of House Targaryen...dracarys."

With the last word, the dragons tore into the defenseless Freys, devouring them, roasting them, tearing them apart. Daenerys took her seat and watched.

There was a bit of nervousness from the witnesses when the dragons arrived. When Drogon flew into the arena before her command the nervousness of the witnesses grew. However, Jorah smirked with pride when they waited for her command to tear into the Frey's. It was proof that she did indeed have control over her children and should strike fear into the remaining armies.

He moved to stand just behind her as she sat to watch the slaughter her children were doing. The three dragons remained in the pit and none spat fire anywhere other than those condemned to die. Looking at the witnesses he saw satisfied looks on the face of the Tulleys and smirks of pride from the sand snakes. With this move Daenerys had secured her alliance with the powerful female leaders and warriors of Dorne. He looked forward to seeing how the news of this justice affected the north. It would not take long for the word of this to spread through the entire kingdom. He hoped it would cause the remaining Lannisters to wet themselves at the news.

Daenerys watched silently until not a single scrap of flesh was left in the arena and the dragons lit to perch beside her again. She glanced up to Jorah and longed to clutch his hand if only for a moment. "Our son is avenged, my love," she whispered.

They could try again. Daenerys wanted to be a mother of a human child; particularly Jorah's child. But then again, she had a kingdom to rule and bring under control. A child would complicate matters. Especially a bastard child.

No, the next child she conceived would be legitimate. A proper heir to the throne.

Jorah nodded at her whispered words. He bowed to show respect to her and spoke lowly just for her to hear. "Yes, and now the rest of your enemies will fear your wrath and justice. Soon you will have control of your Kingdom." His voice grew lower and softer before he added. "Then you will be free to produce an heir to ride along side you upon Drogon." He desired greatly to be the father of that heir, but it would be difficult for him to offer more prestige over some of the other lords.

Daenerys glanced up to him and smiled. She pictured having a baby, a son to share with him to ride alongside her. More than anything she wanted to have the child of Ser Jorah Mormont. "Come to me tonight?" She begged softly. "Hold me in your arms in the dark."

Jorah showed love in his eyes for her as he nodded his head. "Always your grace." He said before turning to dismiss the rest of the council. He did go to her chambers that night and held her tightly and lovingly. He knew that she needed comfort even though what she did was just in the eyes of the country. The Frey's did not have much love from any family of any power, there would not be many tears for their extinction.

()

Two months later the seven Kingdoms were at peace and all were willingly under Daenerys Targarean's rule. They were staying at the crossroads for the highly anticipated tournament. As Jorah had predicted many men had stepped forward in hopes of claiming Daenerys hand in marriage.

However, Jorah knew that her heart was set on him. He had spoken with her in private on how to approach this matter without offending her new allies too greatly.

A tournament would be held and the victor of the tournament would win the right to her hand. However, there were rules for who could compete. The man who desired to be the King Consort would have to compete for her hand himself, must prove that he was loyal to the Queen when she returned to Weseros, and must not be currently married or promised to any other woman.

These conditions eliminated a majority of Jorah's true competitors. The final criteria for the victor to be determined gave him a clear advantage if he was careful. Most of the other 'men' competing for her hand were green boys or old men. His biggest competition was Daario, although he hoped that during the joust Daario would be weakened enough that the hand to hand combat would be easier.

Jorah had performed well during the archery contest, but only finished third. He was first in the mounted joust and the final round was the hand to hand combat. The four men who made it the the hand to hand combat had to all fight each other once. Jorah intended to go undefeated through the hand to hand combat to clearly win the right to his Queen so that he would no longer have to hide his love and desire for her.

He beat the first two boys easily enough and Daario also beat the two boys. They used blunted weapons that were tested to be sure the edges were blunt. Jorah thanked the gods old and new that Daario had been slowed by the beating he took during the joust. His lack of skill with jousting meant that he had been unhorsed often and had taken many heavy blows that Jorah had avoided. Daario might be younger, but he was more worn by the previous tournament events.

Jorah stayed defensive as he watched for Daario to tire and become sloppy with his movements. He had fought with the man before and seen him in battles. He was well aware of when the man was faking and when he wasn't. The battle between the two men who had crossed the narrow sea with the Dragon Queen was by the book and very long. It took hours before Jorah was finally able to defeat Daario. He had finally landed enough blows that Daario could no longer stand on his feet. Jorah stepped back and gave Daario room to either surrender or quit the field with honor. He wanted to prove that he would follow the example of his Queen and show restraint when it was called for.

Varys had been the referee for the hand to hand bouts and claimed Jorah the victor of the final battle. He led Jorah to the foot of the throne she was sitting upon. Jorah knelt before her feet and Varys announced that he was the only man undefeated in hand to hand combat, he was the victor of the mounted joust, and he was the third best archer. Varys declared him the one man who proved himself worthy to stand beside the Dragon Queen.

Jorah waited for the cheers to soften and Varys to finish speaking. He raised his head, but remained on his knees before her. "I have been declared the victor of this tournament. As victor my greatest desire is the right to rule by your side as your King Consort." He paused a moment as he waited for her to speak.

He had had a private conversation with her last night that if she so desired she could order him to prove his bravery and to truly test his worthiness she could send him to walk amongst her dragons. If he was truly worthy he would be able to mount one of them and ride one alongside his Queen.

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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