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[For Jorah] A True Mother

Peace in the Seven Kingdoms.

It had been hard-won, but things were finally settling down. Daenerys had crushed the Lannister resistance and all its supporters with minimal casualties. Most of the Westerosi people were too happy to see the lions stripped of their power. Some were still wary of having a dragon on the throne again, but Daenerys had proven that she was not her father. Far from it, she was kind and forgiving - though not weak by any stretch of the imagination.

And she could not have been happier with Jorah by her side.

Nights in the Red Keep were hot enough, and every night he worked her into such a frenzy of lust that the scent of their bedroom seemed to smell perpetually of sweat and sex and love. Thus it came as no surprise to her maids when Daenerys once again began missing her bleeding, and as her breasts became fuller. Daenerys had not been certain that she could believe that, once again, she was pregnant. To be sure, without telling Jorah, she went to the Maester and had him test her to be certain.

It was true: Daenerys was pregnant.

Overjoyed, Daenerys instructed the servants that she would take dinner in her bedroom and to send the king consort to her when it was time for dinner. She waited patiently in their bedroom, in the balcony overlooking the city. The servants brought dinner and set it up on the table for them before leaving Daenerys alone to wait for Jorah. The wine had gone unpoured at her instructions, and the jug was on Jorah's side of the table. Daenerys could hardly contain her excitement.

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Daenerys made good on her promise that this time would be different. In an effort to keep the baby absolutely safe during her pregnancy, Daenerys had not lain with Jorah - she had not taken him inside, but she had found other ways to please him during that time to keep him loyal; not that she feared he would wader to other beds after all they'd been through together.

Nine months went by slowly, achingly slow. Yet Daenerys enjoyed watching her belly swell bigger and bigger. She could hardly stop running her fingers over it, feeling their baby kick and move inside her.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning she had began to feel twinges of pain, which the Maester had assured her would happen. But it wasn't until later in the day that, as she was walking from the main hall, that Daenerys had to stop in her walk from the pain, and her water broke. Her maids and one of the gold cloaks hurried her to the nearest bed chamber and the midwife, the Maester and nurses were summoned. Daenerys sent one of her maids to find Jorah and tell him the news. But the midwife insisted that there were already too many people in the room and that there shouldn't be any more allowed to enter. Daenerys agreed, if only to shut the woman up and get her to get the baby out of her.

It was agony. Daenerys thought there was pure dragonfire inside her belly. The maids were carrying out armfuls of linens every ten minutes. Linens that were soaked in blood and birthing fluid. Daenerys couldn't help screaming out in pain, and the looks on the midwife and the Maester's faces...something seemed wrong. Her labor took much longer than it did even for a typical new mother. Daenerys' history, with her first child with Drogo and the poisoning she'd suffered from her first child with Jorah, made her delivery difficult. It was almost half a day before the baby's head was finally visible.

There was still a long way to go.

Jorah had anticipated Daenerys desiring to be cautious during her pregnancy. He did not complain, nor did he drift away from her at any point. He found ways to satisfy her needs and made sure he was satisfied with what she was able to do to pleasure him during the nine months.

He was in a meeting when he heard that the Queen had gone into labor. He was quickly outside the room and could hear her crying out in pain. He tried to go in a few times, but was denied.

After he heard her continuing to cry out for half a day, he set his jaw. When the next batch of servants took fresh linens in he followed them in and gave a warning glare to the midwife who tried to stop him again.

He moved his way to his wife's side to take her hand. He kissed her temple and took over pressing a cool cloth to her forehead. He heard the midwife say that the head was out and he knew their child was almost here. "You are almost there." He encouraged her.

Daenerys was nearly blinded by her pain. She was exhausted - the last time she'd gone into labor, her baby had been premature and she had been half-conscious thanks to the Sheep Witch's spell. Now she was completely awake, and her nerves were on fire. It took a moment before she registered Jorah's voice and his touch to her forehead. But when she did she looked up at him, breathing heavily and whimpering in pain.

Seeing Jorah gave her strength. Daenerys caught her second wind and followed the urging of the midwife. After another half an hour, the midwife proclaimed that the baby was out. Daenerys practically fell against the bed and tried so hard to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed for a moment but as the Maester checked the baby over and the baby was cleaned, the newborn suddenly gave a choked cry that made Daenerys sit bolt upright. This was a mistake, as her head rushed from lack of fluids and blood loss, and Daenerys pitched forward roughly. With a whimper, she brought her hand to her forehead and tried to remain steady. It was only then that the midwife brought the squalling baby over to the King and Queen, wrapped up in swaddling clothes to keep the baby warm. She handed the child over to Daenerys once she'd been steadied back against the pillows and the linens were changed a final time.

"The Gods have seen fit to bless your graces - it's a fine, healthy baby boy, a good strong prince," she smiled.

Daenerys cradled the baby in her arms - a boy. A son. The son she'd wanted more than anything in the world. She could hardly believe it. She pushed back the blankets a bit to show his head, and smiled at the soft tufts of silver hair he had already. Daenerys looked up to Jorah with the biggest, exhausted smile on her face. "A son..." she whispered hoarsely. "We have a son."

Jorah saw that inner strength of hers rekindled when her eyes found him. He kept his gaze on her and continued to encourage her as she continued her work. When the baby was finally born, he saw her relax against the bed. He kissed her temple once again. "Well done my Queen." He said softly in her ear.

At the cry, Jorah's head snapped up and a smile crossed his face. He felt Daenerys sit up and he helped to steady her as the linens were changed a final time and pillows were brought in to prop her up.

Jorah laid down next to her and put an arm over her shoulders as their son was placed in her arms. He smiled as he saw the young boys face and the tuft of silver hair on his head. Jorah kissed her temple again as he looked at their son...the prince. "Yes we do." He said before seeing Maester approach slowly. "The Maester needs his name to put on the birth record."

Daenerys wasn't satisfied with the kiss to her temple. She tipped her head up, white-blonde hair in messy waves down her back, and kissed Jorah softly even as the baby cried in her arms. Newborns were wont to wail, she'd been told. As she broke off the kiss, Daenerys looked down at the baby and rocked him gently in her arms. She glanced up when the Maester approached. Her lips pressed together as she thought on names - though she knew the name she wanted for her son.

Daenerys glanced up to Jorah, looking for his opinion and whether or not he approved of the name. After all, this was his son as well. He deserved input. "Jorys."

Jorah returned that gentle kiss with his wife and moved to rest a hand on his son's head. He leaned down to kiss the boys forehead gently to try and soothe the crying prince.

Jorah saw her look to him as she spoke the name. He smiled proudly before looking at the Maester. "Prince Jorys Targaryen." He confirmed with absolute pride in his voice.

Daenerys gave a thoughtful pout as the Maester recorded the new heir's name. She glanced to Jorah and dropped her voice a bit.

"Perhaps when he is older, he should be allowed the choice of which house name he would prefer to go by," Yes, she was a Targaryen, and the dynasty had been strong. But there was a darkness that came with that name.

Besides, women, Queen or no, typically took the name their husband carried. Daenerys was not about to go by anything other than Targaryen. But her children would have Mormont blood. The blood of their father.

Jorah nearly missed the pout, but caught it in time to stay the Maester before he left. He tilted his head to her with a puzzled look on his face. He heard her words and turned to look at the Maester. "Prince Jorys." He said. The Maester nodded and would make the appropriate change before he left the room to leave the King and Queen in privacy.

Jorah looked at his wife. "You do not want to continue your families name?" He asked her softly. His sister had children of her own that would carry the Mormont name on.

Daenerys smiled as the Maester left, and she continued to rock the baby in her arms as she looked down at him. Every now and again he would open his little eyes a bit, and Daenerys swore she saw the flash of Targaryen violet in those eyes.

But she glanced up to Jorah at his question and gave a little smile. "The Targaryen name has left its mark on history. I would not be disappointed if my child decided to go by my name and the name of my fathers. But were I anything other than Targaryen, were I anything other than a queen, his name would be Mormont without question. The best thing, I think, is to allow him the choice for himself when he comes of age."

Jorah smiled as he leaned down to kiss her temple gently. He nodded his head in agreement. "As you wish my love." He said. He pulled her closer as he smiled down at their son. "I am proud to call him my son." He turned to look at her lovingly. "However, I would see your family name continued with him with just as much love and enthusiasm as if he had chosen my family name." He leaned in to kiss her lips softly. "There are now two living Targaryen's in the world. There are at least a dozon Mormont's and my sister has been quite productive with her children." He said as explanation for why he had suggested her family name instead of his own.

Jorys wriggled a bit in the blankets and gave a sharp little cry. Daenerys smiled down at the boy and brought him up, preparing to nurse him as she had been instructed by the midwife. "There will be no doubt that he is Targaryen by blood - if he keeps his hair color as it is now." The silver-blonde Targaryen locks, she was rather happy to see that he had gotten this trait from her.

Daenerys pulled her dress aside and brought Jorys up to her breast. Jorys opened his mouth and latched onto her nipple to feed. Daenerys was overwhelmed with happiness and a maternal warmth that filled her up.

"He's so beautiful, so small," she whispered.

Jorah watched as his son cried out to be fed. Jorah watched as Daenerys pulled her dress aside to feed him. He smiled as he watched his son happily drink from his wife. "He is only so small now. He will grow fast and strong." He said as he kissed her temple. He chuckled as he watched his son eat, but didn't say why.

"Fast and strong," she glanced up and nuzzled against his jaw. "Just like his father."

She happily pictured the two of them in the future; Jorah teaching their son to handle a sword, Daenerys would teach him to ride - for she was a Khaleesi, after all. But then she caught that chuckle and tilted her head at him. "What's so funny, love?"

Jorah smiled as he nodded his head. He shook his head slightly, "I am amused that I find myself jealous that my son will have first priority to your breasts for the next few months." He said before kissing her gently.

Daenerys rolled her eyes and shook her head at Jorah. Still she smiled, how could she not? She was a new mother and married to the man she loved.

"You've had time enough with them, you can share them for a time," she teased him even as she pulled Jorys from her breast and positioned him over her shoulder and patted his back to burp him.

Jorah smiled when he heard their son burp. "Perhaps. However, I think that I will grow impatient. Especially if he shows as much interest in his mother's breasts as his father does." He teased.

Daenerys brought Jorys back down into his swaddling clothes after he burped. She rocked him again, soothing him to sleep. Then she glanced up to Jorah and gently rolled her eyes. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to be exhausted between the two of you?"

Jorah chuckled at the roll of her eyes as he kissed her lips softly. "That is a possibility." He teased before kissing her temple. "Would you like to hear the preparations I have made for our son's blessing day in the Sept and the games to be held to celebrate his birth?" He asked her.

Daenerys kissed him back but glanced down to the baby when Jorah mentioned the events. "Indeed I would - wouldn't you, Jorys?" Daenerys smiled as she tickled her finger against his little belly. "Want to hear what your father has planned to celebrate you coming into the world?"

She smiled and looked up to Jorah. "First things first though, love: Wouldn't you like to hold your own son?"

Jorah smiled and was about to begin when she began to pass his son to him. He took his son proudly into his arms and leaned down to kiss his forehead lovingly. "You will be blessed by the old gods and the new. After those ceremonies, you will be presented to the people of King's Landing before we go just outside the city to enjoy a grand tournament. Nobles and commoners are allowed to pit themselves in the tournament games. There will be a special tournament for boys between the ages of 5 and 10. Those who win in that tournament will be offered the opportunity to train to be your own personal guard. Boys from all houses and walks of life will be encouraged to compete." He said proudly.

Daenerys smiled at the scene, the vision of her husband holding their son. It was a sight she had seen before, with Drogo and Rhaego, but that had been an illusion. This was real.

She listened even as she rested against the pillows, exhausted and weary. Though when Jorah mentioned young boys competing for the opportunity to be her child's guard, Daenerys frowned. "Is that wise, love?" She asked, sternly. "Should we not choose for ourselves who shall serve so close to our son? Or rather, should he not adopt the Dothraki way and choose his own Bloodriders?"

Daenerys didn't like the idea of chance and fate deciding the safety of her son. She wanted more control, she wanted to be sure that her child was safe.

Jorah paused to look at his wife. "It would be a few years before he would be ready to choose bloodriders of his own." He contemplated her words for a moment. "Perhaps the competitions would be to show the boys skills. We can choose amongst those we feel showed great spirit and strength, rather than just the winners. I felt that a competition to show what the boys were capable of would be best, I would not mind a few scholarly types to be by my son's side to encourage him to improve his studies, but I do want warriors around him that are both cunning and strong to keep him safe. We can pick a large number and when Jorys is old enough he can choose bloodriders from amongst his personal guard." He said. Hoping she would like this option better.

He felt it was important to allow commoners and nobles to enter their sons into this competition. From many reports he had heard the people loved her greatly from her institution of allowing the commoners to vote for representatives that were allowed into the small council meetings. Giving them this opportunity would improve this even more. He wanted his son to be loved by the commoners as much as his mother was.

Daenerys nodded and gave him a look. "I know that, love," she had only just given birth to him, she didn't expect Jorys to be able to pick his bloodriders yet. "I like that idea far better. Gives us a little more control."

She gave Jorah a slightly skeptical look. "Cunning and strong are not always synonymous with loyal. I just want my son to be safe, Jorah."

Though she was comforted by the thought that one of her dragon sons would be drawn to her baby and would protect him as though he really was their brother.

Jorah nodded his head in understanding. He kissed her softly as he gently rocked his son in his arms. "Your bloodriders have told me that they want their children to serve our children. Two now have wives who are currently with child." He told her. He knew that she worried about the safety of their son, he had intended to keep this a secret but could not hold back the secret anymore.

He looked down at his son. "He will be safe once he meets his big brothers. They will love and protect him as much as their mother." He said.

Daenerys was a little surprised hearing Jorah's revelation. It almost brought tears to her eyes. She looked down to the sleeping Jorys and smiled. Daenerys brought her head down and kissed the baby's forehead, causing him to stir a bit and blink up at her with wide eyes - showing that they were indeed a dark shade of violet - closer to indigo.

"You are already loved, my little darling," she smiled. "By more than just your mother and father - for we do love you more than anything."

Then she looked up to Jorah, unable to stop herself from leaning up and kissing him. "I can hardly believe it...their devotion is beyond compare, I am lucky indeed. We are lucky, indeed."

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