randomosity | [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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All of the realms were happy with peace. Many had seen enough of war in recent years that they were more than happy to accept peace even if peace meant there was once again a dragon on the throne. The north was loyal and Sansa Stark was doing very well as Wardennesss of the North.

He had seen reports from the lord commander of the night's watch that they now had enough men to reopen all of the castles once again. Once again men of noble breeding and strong fighters were manning the wall to help train and lead the other men of the night's watch.

Three nests had been built and made for Daenerys' children so that they could be close to their mother. King's Landing was still adjusting to three dragons flying overhead, but there were no incidents with residents so far. Flyers had been given out to all citizens of King's Landing so that they knew the best way to prevent provoking one of the dragons and ending up dead.

Jorah had finished a meeting with Grey Worm discussing the gold cloaks in the city and general safety within the city. There were still some issues within the city, but nothing worse than a tavern brawl between drunken men.

He returned to the tower and their shared chambers to find his wife and Queen waiting for him on the balcony with dinner. He smiled as he walked outside. He did not think that marrying her would rejuvinate him in such a way. With how often they made love it was almost as if he was a young man in his 20's again. He bowed to her, "My Queen." He said as he kissed her hand and then leaned down to kiss her lips softly. He noted the wine by his empty seat and that it had not yet been poured. "Shall I pour the wine?"

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