Jorah was pacing nervously out in the hallway. He looked at the Maester in concern, wanting a report. "I was ordered by the Queen to send you in sire." Was all he said.

Jorah gave him a hard look before going in and quickly moving to her side. The Maester shut the doors with a knowing smile.

Jorah sat on the bed next to his wife and slipped an arm around her to hold her. He kissed her temple gently. "What did the Maester say?" He was so worried that it was a terrible sickness, possible depression from loosing their child.