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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 held her and slid his hand into hers to hold as she was examined. The Maester frowned deeply as he cleaned her up and used a cloth to wipe the blood away. He examined the ground as well and scooped something up to inspect it. There was sadness in his eyes as he looked at them. "Your majesties, there is a small child here. I fear I cannot determine its gender. I do not see the liquid that should have been around the child, you might pass that slowly over the next few months. Shall I keep this a secret? Or do you desire a proper burial for the Royal child?" He asked with humbleness and genuine sadness.

Jorah was deeply saddened by this and he kissed her temple gently as he looked at the Maester, "Does she have any injuries?" He was concerned that she might bleed to death. He then turned to look into her eyes. "Which path do you desire? I would have them buried, but we can keep this a secret if you desire." He said tenderly.

Daenerys continued to weep, though not as violently as before. She thought for a long moment before looking up to Jorah. Her hand went for his, giving it a slight squeeze. "Many have lost children and parents in this horrible altercation. We should let them know that we share in their pain."

She took a deep breath before nodding to the Maester. "We will bury our child properly. We will mourn with our fellow Westerosi."

The Maester nodded as he carefully folded the fabric to cover the baby. He bowed his head as he stood. He turned back to look at them. "It was well formed and strong. I predict that future children will be very healthy your majesties." He said before walking off to make arrangements for a small casket to keep the body until it's funeral.

Jorah nodded as he pulled his wife close. He kissed her temple tenderly. "Let me take you back to our tent. You need to rest." He said as he adjusted his arms to cradle her as he slowly stood.

Daenerys wept again as the Maester wrapped their baby. Gods, how far along had she been? She hadn't noticed anything different, her belly had not yet begun to swell, at least she didn't think...

She had been so absorbed by this war, she had neglected to care for her unborn child. Daenerys looked up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...this is all my fault." She whimpered. "I didn't care for our child. Please, forgive me Jorah..."

Jorah felt his heart being tugged when she said that. His eyes watered briefly as he pressed his forehead lightly to hers. He looked deep into her eyes with nothing but love and compassion. "This is not your fault. There is nothing for me to forgive Daenerys. You were doing what was right. I should have protected you better. It is my fault for allowing you to fall." He said. He truly was more upset with himself for not putting himself in danger before her.

Daenerys again found herself fortunate and beyond blessed to have Jorah as her husband. She buried her face into his neck as he carried her. "I fell, it wasn't your fault. I should have held tighter to Drogon." Really. She was the Dragon Queen. Riding on Drogon's back without falling should have been minimal trouble for her. Yet she had fallen, and as a result, she lost their child.

Jorah knew they were both in pain and were in sorrow, but he wanted her to know that he still loves her and will plant another child within her when she is ready. He kissed her temple tenderly, "Perhaps you are simply out of practice on riding something that shifts beneath you so much. I would be happy to assist you with practicing in our tent." He said with a half smile.

He was not making light of this, but he was wanting to put either a scolding look or a smile on her face.

His comment allowed Daenerys to summon the strength to lightly smack him in the chest. She frowned up at him, but after a moment a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, he had indeed made her smile.

"Fool," she shook her head and kissed along his jaw. "Such a crazy, foolish, bear of a husband I have."

But she wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world.

Jorah took the light hit as if nothing had happened. At her smile there was relief in her eyes. He bowed his head and spoke lowly for her. "I would be willing to sum it myself to your mercy for such foolish words my Queen." He said humbly.

He was glad to see her find a moment to smile. It would be better for the morale of their troops to see her in control of herself and not a weeping mess.

Daenerys smiled and kissed along Jorah's jaw. She was still sore, in pain from her fall and losing the baby. It might be a time before she could accommodate his cock again. But she longed to be held by him, that they could mourn their child in peace before sharing their pain with her other supporters.

"I love you," she whispered.

Jorah smiled at her softly as he kissed her temple. "I love you, Daenerys." He whispered before carrying her through the camp and directly into their tent. He signaled for privacy and their guards created a perimeter around the tent. He laid her on their bed and removed both if their sets of armor. Once they were down to regular clothing, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her tightly so that she could feel his warmth and comfort.

"I am here Daenerys." He said softly as his hand soothingly moved over the back of her head. He was prepared for her sorrow and grief as he held her close.

Daenerys didn't resist as he removed her armor and let her get comfortable. When he lay beside her she curled in close and buried her face into his neck. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I was so careless. I didn't know..." she whimpered.

But there were no more tears. She had to be strong. She would be queen, and she would not be able to show such open weakness again. She had to learn to manage her pain, and not be ruled by it.

Jorah brushed his hand over the back of her head to comfort her. "It was not your fault Daenerys. Sometimes a child is lost doing the simplest of tasks. I had an Aunt who once lost a child whilst cutting vegetables for a surprise dinner she was making for my Uncle." He said softly.

He felt her holding back tears and tilted her him up to look deep into those violet eyes. "I do not want you to hold back your emotions from me. I am your husband. I am the well for you to pour your emotions into and protect those moments from the eyes of the world. I do not want you to hold back when you are angry, sad, or overjoyed. I am here, by your side, to help you in whatever way is necessary for you to successfully lead." He said truthfully. He wanted her to have an outlet for these emotions. He knew that it was dangerous for a ruler to bottle up these intense emotions. He would never see her as weak, even if she cried for three days straight.

Daenerys listened as he spoke, she knew indeed that a baby could be lost doing even the most mundane of tasks. But the fact that she had lost a child, their first child after being chided by her brother and father for not yet having one...

It was heartbreaking.

She looked up into his eyes as he tilted her chin up. Daenerys nodded and tears poured from her eyes. She didn't want to be so weak and weepy. She wanted to be stronger. Daenerys buried her face into his chest again. "I don't want this pain. I want to be better. I want to be stronger." Even with him.

Jorah knew that having a child at her age from a powerful house like her own was unusual. However, he had not put any pressure on her that she herself or her family put upon her. He knew that the gods would grant them a child when the time was right.

He rocked them gently on the bed as she cried and his powerful arms were wrapped around her to hold her tight. "Pain is an unfortunate fact of life. Those of us who go through moments like this that are painful become stronger because of the pain." He said as he kissed her temple gently. He truly loved her and if there was a way, he would take the pain from her if he could.

Daenerys listened, and understood. He was indeed right, strength came from recovering from pain. She simply needed to recover her strength, and ensure that it never happened again.

****

Some weeks passed, and Daenerys marched into King's Landing with her dragons circling in the sky. For the most part, she was received with open arms. The Targaryen banner flew without fear. Daenerys held a special mourning pyre and ritual for those who had given their lives during the war against her brother.

Including her own unborn child.

As things began to settle and she grew into her role as queen, her health began to decline. Every morning she felt sicker and sicker. Occasionally it was a struggle to get up out of bed. Often the strong smells of meat or wine made her ill. Headaches made her dizzy and irritable. Only after much prompting from Jorah and her Small Council did Daenerys allow the Maester to examine her.

Jorah had been concerned about the sort of welcome they might get once they finally marched into King's landing. He found himself relieved it went so smoothly. He watched as his wife was crowned as Queen and coronated as the ruler. He was quietly named King consort and happily stood by her side.

He had grown worried when her health began to decline a few weeks after things had settled down. He was about to keep her in their chambers and summon the Maester himself without her consent. He was relieved when she agreed to allowing the Maester to see her.

Jorah was concerned that perhaps her fall had caused slow injuries to form. He waited anxiously outside their chamber as the Maester examined her. He was tempted to stay with her, but also worried about what might be wrong. He wondered if someone had poisoned her.

***

The Maester had entered and examined her carefully. He gave a surprised chuckle. "Your grace, you are with child. Quite a few months in, I suspect you will begin to feel movement within you soon." He said with a gentle smile. He had noted that her belly was not flat, but had not been certain until he had felt over her stomach.

Daenerys begrudgingly let the Maester examine her. She had things to do, she didn't have time for...

...what.

Daenerys stared for a long moment after the Maester spoke. "...that's impossible...I fell, in battle. I lost a child that day, I can't possibly be pregnant."

The Maester smiled at her as one smiles at an idiot child. "Your grace, the gods work in mysterious ways. But I am indeed positive. You're with child. As near as I can tell, the child is healthy and growing nicely." But there was something he couldn't tell...not yet. That would come in time when Daenerys' belly would begin to swell.

Daenerys smiled before looking up to the Maester. "Send in the king. But tell him nothing! I want to tell him myself."

As the Maester moved to obey, Daenerys made a conscious effort to look sullen. To throw him off.

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.

Daenerys had to bite the side of her tongue to keep from smiling. As Jorah came beside her she looked up to him with wide Violet eyes. "Come closer, love."

She waited for him to obey, and she leaned up to whisper in his ear. "He said....the Maester...he said...you're going to be a father." She leaned back to see his expression, her own mouth breaking into a grin.

Jorah was very concerned with how wide her eyes were. He leaned in and listened to her words before freezing. His brow furrowed with worry that turned to confusion mixed with relief and joy as her words slowly sank in. He saw the smile on her face as he slowly shifted a hand down to rub over her belly tenderly. "You.....we....how.....how is this possible?" He asked in a soft whisper. He would thank the gods old and new for this gift.

Daenerys laughed playfully at his reaction and leaned up to kiss him. "I don't know...the Maester said I was a few months along - I must have been carrying more than one when I fell." She looked up to him with wide eyes. Her hand came down to her belly to rest on top of his.

"The gods have smiled on us," she should have lost both babies in that fall, but clearly a miracle had allowed her to keep at least one baby.

Jorah was confused until she mentioned possibly carrying more than one child. Joy filled his eyes as he kissed along the side of her face. "We are truly blessed and favored by the gods." He said with joy.

He gently rubbed the back of her head. "Did he have any suggestions to lessen the headaches that plague you?" He asked.

Daenerys nodded in agreement. "So long as the baby is healthy and isn't hurt from the fall. According to the Maester though, the baby is healthy and growing at the normal rate."

At his question, she shook her head. "There are herbs, but knowing what the issue is makes it less frightening and less painful, you know? I don't mind it so much now."

Jorah nodded his head in agreement as he kissed her temple. He smiled as he shifted her so that she could curl up in his lap as he held her. "We are going to have a child. What do you hope for? A girl? Or a boy?" He asked her. Honestly he was happy to be having a child so soon after their victory. He would be pleased with a healthy child regardless of the gender.

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