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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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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."

Jorah smiled as he returned that kiss. "We are indeed lucky my Queen. He will be protected by those who are loyal and will be loving to him. He will be the most beloved prince in the history of the seven kingdoms." He said proudly as he pulled himself and their son closer to Daenerys.

Daenerys smiled as she leaned into Jorahs arm to look down at their baby. Jorys reached up and gripped a stray lock of Daenerys' hair as it came within reach. He seemed so mesmerized with her white-blonde hair. It made his mother smile and even cry a little.

It was almost surreal to Jorah that it had been three years since his son Jorys was born. Already he was walking and running, his first meeting with his dragon brothers had been spectacular to see. Even Drogon had showed affection to the young Prince. Jorah knew that once their son was big enough he would indeed join them in flying upon the dragon's backs.

He was speaking very well for such a young boy. He was being taught Valerian and the common tongue for now. Although, Jorah heard him practicing Dothraki with some of his personal guard from Daenerys' bloodriders.

He was making the final preparations for their journey to the North. They would tour all of the great houses and even visit Castle Black to speak to the Lord Commander. There had been disturbing reports of white walkers and a visit seemed necessary. The dragons would be joining them for this journey and preparations had to be made to accommodate them at the various houses. First they would stop at the Erie, followed by the Twins, followed by Castle Black, followed by Winterfell, and finally a visit to Bear Island.

Jorah smiled as he went to his shared chambers to collect his wife and son to begin their journey. "Everything has been prepared. The caravan should be arriving at the Erie now. We have a small escort saddled and ready to take us to your children to take us to the Erie." He said with pride. He looked at Jorys, "Have you decided who you want to ride with son?" It seemed improper for the Mother of Dragons and Queen of the seven Kingdoms to visit the northern reaches of her realm in a carriage or even on horseback.

Daenerys was totally in love with her son. She could spend hours watching him run and chase the birds that gathered in the gardens; or listening to him speaking in Valerian. He had her eyes and hair but that face, the way he held himself, it was all Jorah. Jorys had laughed happily in the face of her dragons, and they had indeed seemed to like him; for which Daenerys had thanked the gods over and over again.

She had thought it important for Jorys to see where his father had grown up, and the other kingdoms in the North. So Jorah was making preparations for their journey, and Jorys was playing on their bed in their private chamber. Daenerys sat on the bed and held her arms open for Jorys, who toddled along the bed and fell into her embrace. When Jorah appeared the boy grinned, but then looked puzzled when he was asked the question. Jorys looked up between his parents, then focused on Jorah with a grin.

"Papa! Wanna' ride with you!" he called out. Daenerys smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead.

"Then so be it, my little love," Daenerys smiled.

Jorah was happy with the overall plan for this trip. He did miss the old island and would greatly enjoy walking through the old haunts and showing his son around the area. He also hoped to find his father still alive and well by the time they arrived up at that wall. There were only dark words from the wall, but none saying his father was dead. All crows carried messages signed by the lord commander with the seal of the watch.

He smiled upon seeing his wife and son so happy. He was relieved that Jorys bonded with his dragon brothers so easily. There had been many on the small council who were very uncomfortable with the entire idea. Fortunately, it had all ended for the better than what was feared would occur.

Jorah smiled as he picked his growing son up to spin him in a circle with a proud smile on his face. After setting him down, Jorah put his hand on top of the boys head to measure his height. "Have you gotten taller? I don't think you were this tall when I left this morning for my meetings." He teased as he smiled at his wife and Queen. He could see how Jorys was built like himself and knew that he would be strong and a powerful warrior.

Once the decision was made he looked to Daenerys and gave a slight bow. "If you are both prepared, may I escort you to the horses?" He said with a smile. He offered his hand for Daenerys and would kiss her gently once she was close enough. He led them both out to the waiting horses which took them to the three dragons. Jorah climbed upon the back of his dragon first before reaching down to pick up his son from the Unsullied who had picked him up. Jorah made sure his son was secure and looked to his wife. "After you my Queen." He said with a bow of his head.

Jorys erupted into a flurry of giggles when Jorah spun him around. Daenerys smiled and even laughed a little herself at the sound of her son's laughter.

"No, Papa! You're silly!" Jorys grinned at the suggestion that he was taller.

Daenerys smiled back at Jorah and took his offered hand. Her lips parted to deepen the kiss. "I'm ready my love, and anxious to begin our journey."

She followed him to the horses and rode skillfully with Jorys in the saddle with her. When they got to the dragons Daenerys stroked over Drogon's snout and climbed up onto his back. She watched carefully as Jorys was set up with his father. It was only when she was sure he was safe that she gave a playful little wave to Jorys.

"Follow Mama, Jorys - hold tight to Papa!" with that, Drogon lifted into the air.

Jorah enjoyed the innocent giggle of his young son. Their ride to the dragons was simple and uneventful. Once he and his son were secure he smiled as he watched Daenerys take to the sky. He gave a slight nudge with his feet and was also soon airborn.

The flight was smooth and neither he nor Jorys were in danger during the flight. The dragons were good about flying level to keep a rider firmly on their back. They landed on a recently built flat area near the top of the castle on the mountain peak. Their trusted bodyguards were there to greet them upon landing and to assist them to dismount the tall dragons.

Drogon tried to be a bit flashier in his flying - Daenerys was happy that Jorys had wanted to ride with Jorah. Every once in a while she would glance over her shoulder or to the side to look and wave at Jorys, who smiled and laughed but kept his hands firmly secured as he had been instructed.

When they landed Daenerys slipped off Drogon's back with the help of her bodyguard. Then she stepped over to reach up for Jorys, who laughed and cried out in absolute delight, only too eager to return to his mother's arms.

"We flew, Mama!" he proclaimed.

"We did! You did so well, my darling," she praised him with a kiss on the forehead and glanced up to smile at Jorah, happy that he had kept their son so safe.

Jorah smiled proudly at him when he got off of the dragon. He gave a nod of his head in agreement. "We did indeed, you ride very well." He complemented as they were led into the castle to meet the Warden of the East. This was just the first of many meetings. This would be a semi-formal greeting before the welcoming feast for the entire party.

Daenerys carried Jorys for a little while, but he was old enough to walk on his own and she didn't want to coddle him. So she set him down on the ground and let him walk beside her the rest of the way. They were greeted by the Warden of the East and blessings were paid to the benevolent Queen and the precious heir. They were then shown to their rooms where they would be staying during their visit. Jorys would be staying in the same room and immediately clambered into the small bed near the wall to see how it compared to his bed at home. Daenerys smiled and leaned into Jorah a bit to whisper. "You'll have to be quiet if you want to take me here if our son will be in the same room," she teased him softly.

Jorah gave a polite response when it was required. Once they were in the provided chambers he smirked slightly at her whispered words. He leaned down to kiss her temple and whisper lowly into her ear. "Perhaps I should find a way to quiet you down when I pleasure you so that you can't help to scream your pleasure."

Daenerys chuckled softly and whispered right back. "We'll have to explore our options then."

She couldn't continue the conversation much longer as Jorys was rushing up to the both of them. He rushed up to Jorah and held his arms up, wanting to be held. "Up, Papa! Pleeease?"

Jorah smirked at that answer. However, their son interrupted him before he could follow up with her words. He grinned down at his son proudly before reaching down to pick him up as requested. He raised their son up above his head and tossed him slightly before catching him and spinning him in a circle. "Is this high enough?"

[For Jorah] A True Mother

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