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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 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.

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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.

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?"

Jorah heard a few gasp at the added challenge and a few of the competitors seemed nervous while others thought that this might be a final hope for them if the dragons killed him.

Jorah nodded his head. "I accept this final challenge willingly your grace." He stood slowly and made his way to the edge of the battle arena. The dragons were up on a hill where they could overlook the events, but were far enough away to not make the spectators too nervous. Jorah removed his armor and weapons before walking up the hill towards the dragons. He was not wearing the bitter oil and he knew that Daenerys would be following him shortly.

He approached the three dragons slowly, but with confidence. During the time he had spent with the dragons Rhaegal had seemed to like him the most. He slowly approached the green dragon with bronze. He held his hand out towards the powerful dragon and waited for him to bring his snout forward so that he could pet the creature.

Rhaegal did lean his long snout forward and made a rumbling noise of approval at the touch. Jorah slowly moved towards the base of his neck and continued the petting. Daenerys had taught him some Valyrian, he used it to speak gentle words to Rhaegal before he pulled himself up to straddle the green dragon.

Daenerys did indeed follow after Jorah with Missandei in tow. She hung back a bit so that her dragons would not be swayed by her presence. No, this was meant to be a test for Jorah.

Still, Daenerys watched anxiously as he approached Rhaegal. When Rhaegal approached in turn, Daenerys couldn't breathe. But she worried for nothing, it seemed, as the dragon allowed Jorah close. Vaguely Daenerys could hear Jorah speaking Valyrian to her dragon and her heart soared. When Jorah climbed atop Rhaegal's back, Daenerys wasted no second longer to approach Drogon, who eagerly allowed her onto his back.

"Congratulations Ser Jorah," she reached out to him. "Or should I say 'husband'?" She grinned.

Jorah smiled as he bowed his head. With a slight nudge from his knees, Rhaegal moved so that he could touch her outreached hand and gently kiss the back of her smooth skin. "It is arranged for tonight my Queen...and wife." He said with joy in his eyes. After the wedding he intended to plant another son within his wife to bring her even more joy and happiness.

"Shall we fly over your Kingdom together? So that they will know that your husband has been chosen." He said as he felt Rhaegal shifting beneath him.

Daenerys smiled as he kissed over her hand. They no longer had to hide such motions of affection. They were free to kiss and touch as much as they liked now. Husband and wife. She could hardly believe it.

"I can't wait," she trembled in absolute glee. "That sounds like a superb idea, my love."

Daenerys nudged her heels and Drogon gave a sharp noise of displeasure, not liking being ordered about even by his mother. But he obeyed all the same, launching into the air and up high. He glanced down and gave a loud cry out to his brother, wanting the other dragon to join him aloft. As was their intent.

Jorah smiled proudly at her as he saw her fly up into the air. He gently pet the side of Rhaegal's neck with his hand and said 'fly' in Valeryian as he nudged his heels into the green dragon.

It took a bit of effort to keep his grip as the green dragon rose into the air. The third dragon also became airborne to follow his brothers as they flew through the air.

Daenerys smiled as Jorah and Rhaegal ascended into the air with her and Drogon. Viserion soon joined them and she smiled even bigger. Drogon, ever the show-off, did a few turns in the air, spinning his mother about. Daenerys didn't like it when he did that, but it made him feel free. So she just gripped tightly and let him fly as he pleased.

Over the kingdom, over King's Landing to show the people just as Jorah had said that they had a new King Consort to rule beside their Queen. She couldn't wait for the wedding but of course she had yet one more surprise, which she couldn't wait to bestow upon him before their wedding.

Jorah smiled as he flew by her side over her kingdom. He greatly looked forward to repeating this in a few years with a strong son riding upon Viserion's back as well. He flew beside her as they moved through the air before heading back to the tournament grounds. There were instructions for the wedding to be prepared once the victor was announced and accepted. He expected everything to be prepared once they landed for their wedding to begin shortly after. His coronation would occur once they returned to King's Landing. However, the wedding would occur tonight.

Daenerys smiled, also envisioning their son riding atop Viserion's back some day soon. She hoped that her dragon children would love and accept her human children as they loved her. Daenerys followed him back to the tournament grounds. Once they were dismounted she reached her hand out for Jorah's with a smile on her face.

"I've a gift for you," she chuckled. She led him back towards the tournament grounds. Where the jousts had taken place, where the arrows had been fired and where Jorah had defeated Daario in hand-to-hand combat.

Daenerys made a gesture to one of the Unsullied, who bolted forward with a fine sword that had been forged just for her. She then released Jorah's hand and stepped in front of him.

"Take a knee, Ser Jorah."

Jorah smiled as he proudly walked alongside his Queen and soon to be wife with her hand in his. He followed where she was leading him and was quite curious what she had in mind when they went to the grounds once again. The sword and her command piqued his curiosity. He went down onto one knee as she commanded and waited.

Daenerys lifted the sword when he knelt before her.

"Ser Jorah Mormont," she spoke loud enough for the remaining spectators and lords to hear. "You were knighted in the name of the usurper Robert Baratheon. You now serve as Hand to the Queen, and have proven worthy of being the King Consort. For your service and bravery, it pleases me to knight you under the Targaryen banner."

Daenerys lifted her sword and gently touched it to his shoulder, then the other.

"Rise, Knight of the Dragon, Ser Jorah Mormont."

Jorah listened eagerly as she began to speak. Her words filled him with pride as he bowed his head. After being knighted he stood and smiled proudly at her. He gave a bow of his head at the honor she had just bestowed on him. "I am honored your Grace." He said before he spotted Varys stepping out to announce that everything was prepared to begin the wedding.

He offered his hand for her and nodded that he was ready for their wedding if she was.

Daenerys held the sword out and Grey Worm rushed up to retrieve it. That way her hands were free, one to reach out for Jorah's offered hand so that they might proceed with their wedding ceremony. Daenerys couldn't have been more pleased. More jubilant. Her fingers squeezed around his and she offered him her brightest smile.

She was ready. She had been ready for some time now.

Jorah returned that bright smile of hers as he took her hand into his and gave it the gentlest of squeezes. He led her to her tent and kissed her cheek. "I look forward to seeing your wedding gown." He said with a hint of a smirk on his face. He was looking forward more to removing the wedding dress from her after the ceremony. He bowed and kissed the back of her hand before going to put on the new armor he had made in King's Landing. It was the sigil of his house, but with the colors of the Targaryen house. It was very fine armor that was stronger than most, but also lighter and thinner so that he was more agile when he fought.

After dawning his new armor, he went to the place where the wedding would take place. He was given a fine cloak with his family's sigil on it that he currently wore and would place upon Daenerys shoulders shortly. He stood near the high septon in front of the weirwood in the center of the camp. Since he was a man of the north and she was Queen of the seven Kingdoms it was important for their wedding to take place before the old gods and the new.

Daenerys smiled as she slipped into her tent. Her eyes lingered on him even as he left, the feeling of his kiss still upon her cheek and hand. Then the flaps were drawn on the tent so that the queen could be dressed.

The gown was made of the softest silk and the most gossamer lace. The sleeves came down just past her wrists to lightly brush over her knuckles. The train was long but Missandei could manage carrying it alone. Daenerys' hair was pinned back partially and secured with a special pin in the shape of a dragon with a large ruby clutched in its claws. A fine, thin veil was put over her face and Daenerys was led out to the center of the camp. She nearly burst into tears, seeing Jorah so handsome in his new armor. But Daenerys kept strong and did not cry, but she couldn't smile any bigger if she tried.

Jorah felt his breath stolen away when she approached. She looked like an absolute angel as she walked towards him. The ceremony seemed to take forever, but also seemed to fly by at the same time. He finally removed the cloak of her house and placed his own upon her shoulders. When the septon reached the end of the ceremony, he raised the veil to look into her face with love.

He turned her towards the tree and they made their vows to each other and the old gods before he turned to face her again to kiss her. His heart soared as he was finally able to kiss her in public without having to worry about the whispers or rumors it would start. He pulled back after a few moments and offered his hand to walk her back down the aisle and towards the wedding banquet that was prepared for them. He knew the tradition of a bedding ceremony, but he decided to allow his Queen to make the final judgement on if there would be a bedding ceremony or not.

Daenerys couldn't take her eyes off of Jorah even as the ceremony progressed. It felt too good and comforting to be wrapped in the cloak that bore the sigil of his house. When he raised her veil Daenerys nearly burst into tears of joy.

She stood with him before the tree and recited her vows to him, then leaned up and returned his kiss. This was it. She could hardly believe it. They were married, husband and wife. They could do as they pleased now in public without fear of rumors. Eagerly she took his hand and followed down the aisle. She settled into her lavish seat and waited for Jorah to take his seat beside her. But she was not yet willing to relinquish her hold on his hand.

Jorah smiled as the feast began. He kept his hand around his wife's and danced multiple times with her throughout the evening. Soon enough a few began to call out for the bedding ceremony.

Jorah looked to his wife and kissed her gently before her blood riders and a few unsullied pulled her away to undress her as she was moved towards their wedding tent. Quite a few of the women, and her maids worked on undressing Jorah as he also went towards the tent set up for them.

They were both pushed into the tent, but no one else entered. The 'witnesses' would stand around the tent, but none would stand in the room itself. Jorah looked over her body with love and passion as he gently cupped the side of her face. He pressed his forehead against hers and spoke lowly so that only she could hear. "I will plant another son within you tonight." He said before scooping her up in his arms and kissing her deeply as he led her towards the bed to consummate their marriage.

Daenerys was not opposed to the bedding ceremony. It was important to her to keep such traditions alive. Besides, with the Unsullied she was handled properly, with the respect a queen deserved. They carried her to the wedding tent and gently ushered her in, completely bare with Jorah. She grinned to him as she glanced up to take in his form in the candlelight. His words filled her with hope and arousal.

She would carry a child again. Bring the baby to turn and have the heir the throne demanded and the child for which they so longed.

"Yes, my love," she smiled as she leaned up to return the kiss. Daenerys moved back easily and dropped back to the bed once she felt it behind her. She slid back to allow him room and beckoned him forward with a playful curl of her finger. "Come to me."

Jorah smiled as he crawled onto the bed as his rock hard cock slid along the inside of her thigh as he slid atop her. He drug his lips up the side of her neck before kissing over her jaw gently. His hands moved up her sides and arms to lace his fingers with hers as he lined up with her entrance. He then slid into her slowly and steadily as he kissed her passionately. He set a slow and stead pace, wanting to make love to her gently for the first time as husband and wife.

Daenerys sighed softly at the feeling of his cock moving along her thigh. Her head tipped back almost on instinct as he kissed along her neck and jaw. Offering more of her skin. Wanting more of his lips. Her fingers squeezed over his hands as he slipped inside. Daenerys parted her lips to kiss him back, moaning softly against his lips as he made love to her.

Indeed, their first time as husband and wife.

"I love you," she gasped softly for him. "You fought for me...you won, for me..."

Jorah rumbled lowly at her words as he continued to slowly and steadily fill her. For once he didn't care about the eyes and ears around the tent, his world was entirely focused on her and this moment. He kissed her nose gently, "I love you and would have done 100 tests to earn your hand had you asked." He rumbled as he began to roll his hips to fill and stimulate all of her with his cock. He wanted to fill her with absolute pleasure as well as his seed.

Daenerys arched her body and moaned aloud when he rolled his hips. Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him down harder against her. "Never leave me," she begged. "Never leave my side again, be with me forever." Even as she begged, she could feel her body tightening and twitching all around his cock as he slipped in and out of her tight wet core.

[For Jorah bearinshiningarmor] The Trust of a Khaleesi

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