Jorah did not sleep well at all that night. He had woken up twice and had to hide away to jerk himself off from imagining his soon to be wife. He had woken early and dressed in his finest robes bearing the sigil of his house. He had a dark cloak of black bear fur upon his shoulders for warmth.

When he spotted Daenerys walking towards him he felt as if her beauty would melt the snow around her. He was eager to take her hands into his own and be wed.