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Jorah had indeed fought bravely for his King. The honors bestowed upon him were unexpected and welcomed.

He had not been prepared for the added honor of a bride, the King's daughter no less! He had heard rumors that she would marry her older brother one day, but was elated to hear that was simply a rumor.

He had been sure that there was significant security for her safe arrival. Jorah stood in his armor to greet her once she stepped out of the carriage.

It would not have been a strange thing for Daenerys to have married her brother. Not for the Targaryens anyway. But Aerys thought it more advantageous to reward Jorah for his service.

Daenerys stepped out of the carriage with the help of the Gold Cloak. She had a thick pelt around her to keep her warm. When she saw Jorah standing before the carriage, clad in his armor, she couldn't help but blush.

"Her Royal Highness, Daenerys of House Targaryen, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms!" the herald announced her officially.

Jorah felt as if his breath had been stolen away when he saw her face as she stepped out of the carriage. She was breathtaking even with furs wrapped around her.

Jorah bowed once she was announced. "Your Grace." He said in reverence. He immediately felt that he did not deserve such a gift as her for a bride.

Daenerys bowed her head in respect and greeting as Jorah stepped forward.

"Ser Jorah of House Mormont, I presume?" she tipped her head and gave him a little smile. She still didn't know how she felt about this decision, but she was not about to resist the will of the Mad King. "I am honored to be in your presence, the service you have done for my father is beyond admirable."

Jorah smiled as he stood before nodding and offering her his hand if she so chose for him to escort her inside where it was warmer. "Indeed your Grace. Let us go inside, the weather is quite bitter today." He said as an apology.

He would lead her towards the main part of the castle to the chambers she would occupy until their wedding. "I hope you like the chambers that have been prepared for you." He began as they walked into the shelter of the stone and into far warmer air. As he led her up the stairs he spoke softer to her. "If anything further will be needed for your comfort do not hesitate to ask." He said with a smile before opening the door to her chambers. He had multiple furs in the room and plenty of fireplaces that were lit. Since she was not from the North it would take her quite some time to adjust to the cold. He had picked a few young women to serve as her maids if she required them, he was unsure how many would accompany her to the North.

Daenerys hesitated but only for a moment; and not because she found him unlikeable, only because she had never really had much contact with other men besides her brothers. It was...nice. Her fingers seemed right at home in his hand.

"I'm indeed glad I'm not just sensitive," she smiled weakly. "The weather up North is indeed something to which I am not accustomed."

Daenerys followed alongside him to her chambers. They weren't much like her chambers in the Red Keep, but she would not complain. The bear and wolf furs that adorned the bed did indeed look warm and inviting, at the very least. "You're very kind Ser Jorah, I thank you." She smiled back to him before she stepped into the chambers. "I hope you don't think me rude - but I have traveled a long way and am rather famished...will dinner be served soon?"

At her words, a wide smile crossed his face. "Indeed you must be quite hungry after such a tiresome journey. The food is prepared and if you would like a few moments to stretch and relax the banquet will begin upon your arrival." He stepped forward to bow and kiss the back of her hand.

When he stood he smiled to her, "Your household staff is also welcome here, I have prepared a few chambers just below this one for them." He was still uncertain if her father had sent her with a small number of servants.

Daenerys smiled, and felt her cheeks grow warm as he kissed over her hand again. No sooner had he welcomed her own staff then a few of her maids walked in from behind him. She smiled and tipped her head to him. "Thank you very much - I shall indeed rest for a little while but I won't keep you waiting long for dinner. It'd be a shame to let what I'm sure is a fine meal go cold."

As she spoke, Daenerys' maids pulled her cloak off and revealed her alabaster skin and the deep blue dress she wore.

Jorah smiled as he bowed once again. "There will be a servant awaiting you in the hall to escort you there. You will not have to step outside again to get there. I look forward to enjoying dinner with you." He said as he kissed the back of her hand again.

He left a young boy to escort her and turned to return to the banquet hall. The image of her beauty unveiled from beneath the furs had caused arousal to stir within him. He was not certain if his eyes may have betrayed him to her or not.

Daenerys had seen a slight flash in his eyes that betrayed his feelings for her. But she hadn't really known it to identify it at the time. She relaxed in her room for a while, relieved that she would not have to venture out into the cold outside once again to get to dinner.

Her older brother Viserys arrived later on to be witness to his sister's marriage. Daenerys then went to the hall and was led by the young boy to the dining hall where dinner had been assembled. Viserys was waiting there, haughty as ever. Daenerys was silently thanking the gods that she hadn't been forced to marry him - Viserys was not a pleasant man to be around.

But Daenerys could tolerate a dinner with him, especially given that her seat seemed to be beside her husband-to-be and not her brother. She smiled as she settled into her seat. So many wonderful scents and tasty-looking foods assembled, Daenerys could feel her mouth watering.

"Everything looks wonderful, Ser Jorah," Daenerys smiled.

Jorah had greeted the Prince warmly and had given him the highest seat of honor at his table to keep him pleased. There had been plenty of rumors about the young Prince's temperment and Jorah would be cautious to keep him appeased.

When his bride-to-be arrived, he stood to offer her respect before moving to walk with her to her seat next to him. He had a pleased smile on his face at her complement, but made sure to address both her and her brother. "I am glad to hear that. I sent crows to King's landing to learn of your Highness' favorite dishes and I do hope that my cooks did as excellent of a job with those dishes as those of the North."

Daenerys was surprised to hear that Jorah had sent crows to King's Landing asking about them and finding out their preferences. Her preferences. She glanced to Viserys, who seemed to be in good spirits - always a good sign. Or better than the alternative at least.

She sniffed the air again, seeing how well his cooks had done. She smelled it almost immediately: Roast lamb and sweet fruit tarts. Her two favorite dishes in all the world. Daenerys almost grinned, unable to hold back her joy at the wonderful scents. She glanced to Jorah as she took her seat.

"So far I'd venture to guess that they did a superb job," she smiled.

Jorah was pleased to see that the Prince was happy. He had told his servants to serve the Prince first and his wife to be second. He was wise enough to know that if he did not keep the young Prince pleased he would likely loose his head in the future.

It seemed his young bride was quite sweet and would likely adapt to life here quite well. At least, well enough outside of the cold weather.

When the food was served Viserys offered a toast to his sister and the union to be forged through her and Jorah between the North and the South. The gathered lords and ladies raised their glasses in agreement, as did Daenerys. Her violet eyes flashed to Jorah as her brother spoke and she couldn't help but blush again. She tipped the goblet to her lips and drank of the wine. It was sweet and she very much enjoyed it.

Her brother commented that the food was indeed to his liking, which he admitted surprised him giving how far North they were. Daenerys found this rude, but didn't scold her brother. She knew better. Instead she sought to rectify his remark.

"The lamb is delicious Ser Jorah - your cooks are indeed very skilled," she complimented politely, taking another bite of the lamb. It was soft and fell apart in her mouth much to her delight.

Jorah accepted the complement and ignored the rudeness from the Prince. The complement from Daenerys was far more important to him. He gave a polite bow to the Prince before looking to his future bride with a smile. "I am glad to hear such praise. My cooks will also be pleased to hear such praise." He said with pride. The ceremony would be early the next morning and after one more meal the Prince was scheduled to leave.

Daenerys smiled, happy to have a husband-to-be that already seemed to care so much for her. She only hoped that it wasn't a facade. Honestly she was anxious for her brother to leave so that she could get settled into her new home properly.

She was anxious for the ceremony. Anxious to be a wife.

The rest of the evening went smoothly and soon Jorah was escorting his young bride to be back to her chambers for the evening. "I look forward to seeing you out in the godswood in the morning. I have been told that your brother will come to collect you just before dawn." He said as he slowly escorted her to her door. "You have been told that we will be outside?" He did not want her to not have enough layers to remain warm for the ceremony.

Daenerys had enjoyed the rest of the evening. She had been able to ignore her brother's grouchy attitude and just enjoy being involved with the festivities. When Jorah led her back to her chambers Daenerys felt her heart beat faster in her chest. She glanced up for him and smiled to him.

"Yes, I've been told, I am most anxious for it. Well, perhaps not anxious for the cold, but still..." Daenerys bit her lip as she looked up at Jorah. "I confess...it would be my first kiss. I just hope I do not do it incorrectly."

The kiss, or the bedding ceremony, which her brother declared mandatory. Gods, if only Rhaegar hadn't died in the war, then he might have given her away.

Jorah smiled at her when he heard her worries. He stopped her just in front of her door and looked at her. He gently brushed his thumb over her cheek. "You just stand there and let me come to you." He said softly.

He did lean forward and whispered lowly. "I have instructed trusted men to escort you if your brother insists on a bedding ceremony. They will be gentle and if you are not comfortable, they will shield you from less friendly eyes and keep you as modest as possible until arriving in the room." He told her. A bedding was not always observed in the North, and was usually only performed if royalty was present and insisted upon it.

Daenerys blushed as he brushed his thumb over her cheek. Her violet eyes looked up to him and she trembled just softly as he leaned in. She thought perhaps he was showing her, demonstrating what would happen in the morning in the godswood. A trial run, if you will. So slowly, she had closed her eyes and parted her lips just slightly-

...and then he'd spoken. And she'd never been more embarrassed. But in an effort to push past her embarrassment, Daenerys nodded. "Thank you - yes, that is indeed kind of you." For royalty was indeed present, and insisting upon a bedding ceremony - all thanks to Viserys Targaryen.

Jorah had seen how she had puckered her lips in hopes of a practice kiss. He smiled as he kissed her temple gently. "Lets save that for tomorrow." He rumbled as he drifted closer to her body.

It took serious self restraint to step back from her. He bowed as he kissed the back of her hand. "I look forward to seeing you in the morning." He said before slowly walking away and towards his chambers.

Daenerys simply blushed and nodded in agreement. Tomorrow. She would wait anxiously come morning. Daenerys bid her betrothed a soft good night and stepped into her chambers once he was gone.

She tried to sleep but it was difficult. And sure enough Viserys came to collect her just before dawn. The maids dressed her in a gown of white with pristine jewels sewn into the fabric. Then a cloak of soft snow rabbit fur was wrapped about her shoulders to keep her warm. Her hair was dressed in strands of pearls and glittering diamonds. When she was finally ready, Viserys escorted her out of the castle to the godswood.

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.

Viserys led Daenerys down the path and stepped aside to observe the ceremony. Daenerys glanced up and blushed at seeing Ser Jorah in such fine robes and looking so masculine with his bear fur cloak.

She was used to Southern weddings, which differed to Northern weddings slightly. Thus she would have to follow Jorah's lead as the ceremony started.

Fortunately weddings in the north only took a few moments. It was far too cold to have long winded souhron weddings here. After their simple vows, Jorah was given permission to kiss her. He brushed his thumb over her cheek as he had the night before.

Jorah leaned in slowly before kissing her gently. He desired to hold it lo her than he did, but he did pull back from the kiss slowly to cheers. He smiled at his wife before sweeping her off of her feet and into his powerful arms to carry her to the banquet hall that was far warmer than the snow outside.

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