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[For Jorah] Under the Targaryen Banner

The rebellion had been crushed.

The Baratheons were punished and Robert was beheaded for leading the charge against the Targaryen banner. Battles had been waged and fought all across Westeros, and luckily for the Targaryens, they had plenty of loyal supporters who fought for them. The Mormont clan were such supporters. Particularly Jorah Mormont, who was knighted by the King when the war was over.

But he didn't stop there.

Jorah's loyalty and devotion to the Targaryen banner was so great and his deeds were so admirable that the King took it a step further. He made Jorah Warden of the North, and sent his youngest child, his daughter Daenerys, to meet Jorah at Winterfell.

Another reward for Ser Jorah Mormont: She was to be his bride.

Daenerys wasn't sure how she felt about the North. On the carriage ride all she did was pull the furs about her tighter, to keep her warm. When they finally arrived at Winterfell, it began to snow lightly all around them. A Gold Cloak had been sent North to see that Daenerys was delivered safely, and he opened the carriage door for her to let her out.

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Jorah smiled and pulled her close to kiss her forehead gently. "You are blood of the dragon." He whispered as he stepped back to offer her his arm. He would lead her down to the great hall. He knew all of the important lords were there already, hoping to hear from the young princess soon.

Daenerys smiled, emboldened by the gesture. She took his arm, then took a deep breath, and followed beside him to the great hall. When she saw all the assembled lords, all the color drained from her face. But she couldn't turn back now. Daenerys took a deep breath and moved forward, just slightly away from Jorah, but not too far.

"My lords," she kept her voice strong. "I come before you this day a proud Targaryen, despite my shame of my brother's behavior. His actions are appalling, and we cannot stand idly by and let him continue in his madness. Were my older brother alive, this would never have happened; but I am grateful somehow, for it. His actions give me the opportunity to make a pledge to you: I will put an end to his reign. I will stop Viserys from hurting anyone else ever again, I will stand against him and lead my dragons to combat all the way to King's Landing, on my own if I must!"

She paused, catching her breath, letting her words sink in.

"I ask you now, who will pledge their metal to mine? Who will stand with me against Viserys? I cannot promise you safety from death, but I can promise you an end to his tyranny should you stand with me!"

Jorah gave her hand a gentle squeeze before stepping back as she walked forward. All of the lords who had gathered grew quiet quickly to listen to her speak. It took just a few moments for them to listen to what she had to say. They sat their silently before each and every lord slowly stood, gathered their swords, and moved to kneel before her. Once they were all before her, they spoke as one. "The North never forgets. The North will stand united with Daenerys Targaryen, the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, until victory is won or valiant death greets us."

Jorah took a half step forward to gently touch her elbow. They would wait for her to formally accept their pledge of fealty.

Daenerys held her breath when the silence fell over the room. As the lords drew their swords and pledged themselves to her, she breathed again, and her eyes grew glassy. She was so incredibly grateful, knowing that they supported her.

"Daenerys Targaryen accepts your pledges, together I promise that we will defeat our enemy, even though that enemy is my beloved brother," she would never not love Viserys, even after all his cruelty to her and to the realm. "We will take back the Seven Kingdoms, we will take back what's ours, or we will die together and march valiantly to meet the Seven!"

All of the lords stood and cheered at her words. They began to chant and unite even more behind their young Queen. Jorah stepped forward as the celebrations continued. He went with his wife to sit at the head table as the feast began in earnest. Many of the lords began speaking of how many men (and some women) they could muster for this battle.

Jorah leaned over to whisper into her ear. "Hold my hand the whole evening. I will tap your hand once if you should accept their offers for command and twice if you should recommend a different honor than what they request." He said as he offered his hand for her to take. He would be certain to position their hands where it would be easy for him to do without the lords noticing. He knew she would be worried, and he also knew that she might not follow all of his recommendations. However, he wanted her to know his opinion without appearing uninformed of each lord's strengths and weaknesses before them.

Daenerys followed Jorah to the table and squeezed his hand gently. She smiled to him and whispered her thanks. Daenerys had learned quite a bit of the North from her time here, but there was still much she needed to learn. So the fact that he was offering to help her choose in a way that didn't undermine her meant all the world to Daenerys.

He truly wanted her to succeed on her own merit, not for his laurels.

Dinner had been prepared, thankfully it was a dinner of roast lamb and citrus chicken that Daenerys loved.

Jorah was a man of honor, he refused to do anything that would demean his wife who was in line to rule. He would use his knowledge and expertise when needed. However, his primary purpose was to help his wife to grow so that one day she could be a strong ruler.

He would nod his head in greeting to every lord who approached and would silently signal to his wife his opinion. After the final lord had made his offer, he slowly raised the hand he had been holding to kiss the back of it gently. He spoke lowly for her ears only. "I swear to be a loyal husband and your King consort for the rest of time." He said tenderly. He lived to serve his entire life. He could never rule and he knew that, but Daenerys...she could rule. He would do everything in his power to ensure her reign was strong.

Daenerys kept very close to Jorah, leaning into him slightly and nuzzling into his shoulder. She smiled when he kissed her hand and leaned up to hear him. Daenerys kissed his jaw before he pulled away. "And I swear to be a loyal and fair wife and Queen. I shall need your advice in the coming days, years even." She squeezed his hand and smiled up to him. "We'll do this together."

Jorah smiled as he took both of her hands to pull her close. "I will always be there to give it." He swore as he leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. "This has been a momentous night for us. We should retire before they truly begin their celebration." He said.

Daenerys nodded in agreement. "Indeed - and we shall have much to plan and move forward on tomorrow." She bid goodnight to the nearest lords and to those who had expressed the most support, then moved to retire to bed with her husband.

Jorah gave brief nods and respectful bows as he took his wife's arm and led her back to their chambers. He shut the door and pulled her into a deep kiss. "You were brilliant my love. You have a strong core of loyal men who will give you good council. Placing the young Stark girl on your council was far wiser than I would have thought. Giving her such high honor ties the Starks even closer to you." He said proudly.

Daenerys walked beside him and leaned up into his kiss, parting her lips and tilting her head to deepen it. "All thanks to you - I could not have gotten this far without you my love," Daenerys smiled up to him and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank the Old Gods and the New that all is well and we found one another." She leaned up and kissed him again.

Jorah easily lifted her smaller frame so that she could better kiss him. He smiled when she pulled back and spoke. He kissed her forehead gently before pressing their foreheads together. "Indeed, I thank them every day for being with you." He said.

He set her back upon her feet before speaking again. "Shall we get ready for bed?"

Daenerys smiled, bringing her hands up to slowly, teasingly undo the laces of his tunic. She took his fur cloak and dropped it against the bed. Then her violet eyes were focused on his.

"Indeed, we should," she leaned up and parted her lips as they closed over his and she kissed him deep.

Jorah smirked when she began to undress him. He submitted to her kiss as his hands found the clasps on her shoulders. He undid them in seconds as the thin fabric she was wearing pooled around her ankles. He was still considerably more dressed than she was, but he was more focused on her than anything else in this moment.

Daenerys blushed but smiled as her dress fell away. She found the clasps of his armor and unclipped it, letting the chest piece drop away first, then his belt. Her fingers slipped to his trousers, untying the ties and letting them drop. Daenerys gave a little shiver, leaning into Jorah's bare body. "All this time and I've still not gotten used to the climate here. I'm so cold, love...won't you warm me up?"

Jorah's cock was already hard when she leaned against him. It twitched when he felt himself pressed up against her stomach. Her words were met with the smallest of grins. He tilted her chin up to kiss her forehead and trail down to her lips slowly. He spoke between the kisses. "I will warm you from the inside out." He promised.

Jorah lifted her easily as he kissed her deeply. He carefully carried them both to the bed and eased down so that she was on her back upon the warm fur she had placed there. One of his hands moved to a breast and began to gently massage it. The other slid between her legs to gently coax her clit out before rubbing slow circles over it.

His mouth remained over hers as his tongue slowly explored the inside of her mouth.

Daenerys kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, though she was significantly shorter than him. She chuckled against his lips at his words, and smiled as he lifted her up.

She rested back against the fur, her pristine silver locks a distinct contrast to the black bear fur. Her back arched to press her breast more fully into his touch. Daenerys gasped softly at the attention of his fingers between her thighs. Her legs parted to give him more mobility. Daenerys parted her lips to let his tongue inside to tangle with her own. Both hands came up to push through his hair, tugging gently as she leaned up to press her breasts to his chest.

Jorah hummed lowly at the pleasure of feeling her lithe body pressed up against his. The sight of her silver hair atop the black fur had his cock throbbing with desire.

The soft gasp drew another rumble out of him as his rough, calloused hands continued their work. The hand on her breast alternated between gentle and firm squeezes while also switching breasts. The other hand continued to circle her clit before sliding down to massage those soft, sensitive folds.

Daenerys arched her hips and tipped her head back, sighing in arousal as pleasure rushed through her body, from her core to the top of her head and the tips of her toes. Jorah made the habit of coaxing her pleasure slowly, building steadily to an intense release. One hand slid down between them and squeezed around his already hard length. Her fingers slid up and down along his length and her thumb trailed circles at his tip.

Jorah enjoyed bringing her pleasure slowly. In the end, it always left her very satisfied. That was always his primary goal. He rumbled lowly when she returned the favor by beginning to stroke his cock. Her hand would find him hard and twitching. As she circled the tip, he moved to slide two fingers within her slowly.

Daenerys gasped softly as he slid his fingers inside her. Of course his fingers never compared to his cock and how it spread her walls when he entered her, but his fingers were indeed capable enough and brought her intense pleasure. She found herself rocking her hips against his fingers in rhythm with the motions of her hand as it stroked over his hard cock. Daenerys, in the meantime, leaned up and kissed Jorah deep.

Jorah felt how she was moving beneath him and how she must have been craving more. He continued the slow motions of his fingers before hooking the tips to bring her added pleasure. He shifted his thumb to brush over her clit as he continued to build her arousal. He always preferred to give her at least one orgasm before entering her, unless she demanded otherwise from him.

He returned that deep kiss and parted his lips to give her the authority she desired in the kiss.

Daenerys bit her lower lip but couldn't help crying out when he hooked his fingertips. Her hips moved in slow circles as his thumb teased her clit. Already she felt her core seizing, growing tighter with each brush of his fingers. She couldn't wait, she needed more. "Don't...don't stop!" She whimpered. Then she cried out as her climax rushed through her. Not nearly so satisfying as when he entered her, but still. It was drawn out by him, and it felt incredible.

Jorah felt how she reacted and continued his work to pleasure her absolutely. He felt her reach her peak and continued his actions to draw out her pleasure. His lips slowly trailed up to her ear. "Shall I fill the desire that burns within you?" He asked softly. He would happily slip into her, but he knew that sometimes she enjoyed being atop him. Something he greatly enjoyed.

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