Daenerys cuddled closer to him and pressed her face against the crook of his neck. "You've already fought in a dreadful war, my love," she sighed. "I don't want to think about you going into battle again."

She couldn't stand the idea of losing him. No, not her Jorah. She needed him. Daenerys leaned back and looked up into his eyes. "But I cannot abide his actions. He'll set his eyes on realms outside the Seven Kingdoms at this rate. And those who refuse his service, he'll burn alive..." her voice began to crack, imagining Jorah and the other lords of the North, brought to King's Landing in shackles and put before the dragons, burned alive all while Viserys laughed.