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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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Daenerys smiled and looked up to him as he massaged her neck. "That wounds wonderful, you do spoil me so, my love," she tilted her head a bit more to kiss his jaw. "I could not have been promised to a better husband." Her father had gotten that right at least.

Jorah smiled as he tilted his head to return that gentle kiss. "It is my duty as your husband and lover to protect you and to keep you comfortable and satisfied. I know that your needs will be greatest during this time. Not because of a weakness. Simply because you are working for two people rather than one and it is far more work." He said lovingly.

Daenerys smiled and chuckled softly. "And our child is the child of a bear and a dragon - certainly they will have great demands unlike any other child." She teased as she looked down at her belly. "I can't wait...do you suppose the baby can hear us yet?" She rolled her eyes at her own naivete. "No, of course not. Silly of me."

Jorah chuckled at that as his hands drifted down to her belly. "That is true. I am quite certain they will be quite active within you." He said in agreement. He kissed her temple when she thought herself foolish. "I think they can. Perhaps not very well right now in the bath, but I have heard that they can hear quite well very early." He said.

Daenerys smiled down at her belly. "We'll talk to him - or her, whatever our child is. Every night if we can. I want our child to know how loved it is before it's even born." Daenerys looked up to Jorah and smiled, relieved. She kissed him softly and leaned into him. "I'm...just so happy to be able to have your child..."

Jorah smiled as he finished the slow massage and moved down to tenderly and lovingly place his hands on her belly. "They will know they are loved." He said before kissing along the side of her face. He was eager to announce their good news to the seven Kingdoms. However, he would wait until she was ready to inform the people of that good news.

"Indeed they shall," Daenerys smiled as she rested her hands atop his and cuddled in close. "The Maester knows, so it's only a matter of time before the kingdom does. Shall we make a public announcement in the morning?" She was eager to share the good news with the people.

Jorah was so excited at her words he gave her a little squeeze in his joy. "I would love to make such an announcement my Queen and love." He said with a wide smile. He was so pleased to see her happy and relieved that she was not sick that he felt he just might burst with joy.

Daenerys smiled and laughed softly at his enthusiasm. "I can't wait to welcome our baby into the world."

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Daenerys and Jorah made the announcement the next day. To her delight, the crowd shared in their joy.

In the months that followed, Daenerys grew to be rather large. Even the Maester was surprised at how much her belly had swelled. It was a little debilitating to poor Daenerys, who had significant trouble moving around with her belly so swollen and full of child.

Most times she had to stay in bed for extended periods of time. Daenerys found herself in such a state now. Jorah was near though, and she fidgeted in discomfort. She looked up to him with wife Violet eyes, pleading.

"Jorah?" She held her arms up to him.

Jorah had been so happy and proud to announce their excellent news. He saw how happy the people were and enjoyed their strong support. He was by Daenerys' side even more than usual as her stomach ballooned out. The Maester continued to report a healthy child. Jorah had grown jumpy as of late. Her belly was so swollen with their child that he thought she was about to go into labor any second now.

He reacted quickly and reached out for her when she called. "Yes my Queen." He said prepared to do whatever she asked of him.

Her approximate due date, as judged by the Maester, was indeed near. She could have the baby any day now. But her belly was just so big. In all honesty, she was looking forward to her delivery day if only to get rid of her massive belly.

She took hold of Jorah's arms and sat up, moving to set her feet on the floor. "....your child is wearing my strength thin," she teased. But she was partially serious.

Jorah thanked the gods old and new that her due date was so close. He looked forward to greeting their child and seeing his strong, very independent wife finally gain some of her mobility back. He gave her a tender smile as he was prepared to pick her up and carry her the moment she requested it and not a moment sooner. He knew she was happy, but he was also aware that she hated having to be so dependent on him. He learned quickly not to do too much unless she requested it. "If the child saps so much of your energy perhaps it is a girl. I have heard that girls are more willful and more tiring during pregnancy." He said lightly as a joke.

Daenerys had started to walk, and glared playfully at him when he said that. "You're not funny." She grunted softly as she felt the baby kick. "Even your child agrees with me."

But the baby had begun to kick and move within her more than usual as of late. The night before she had trouble sleeping. The baby was very restless and fussy inside her. Pain had begun to ache in her core - the beginnings of labor, not that she was fully aware of it.

Jorah could not help the smile tug at the corner of his mouth. "With how active they are, they sound far more like your child than mine." He teased further. He knew it was a gamble to tease her, but he also knew it gave her a little fire to fight back and in the end that would boost her spirits about being so limited at the moment.

He leaned in to gently kiss her temple as one hand moved to massage her lower back as they walked. "How do you feel today?" He asked softly.

Daenerys did not look amused, but didn't snap at him. But it was indeed inadvisable to tease a dragon. As she walked - or waddled, rather - beside him, her hands rested on her belly. "Tight..." she mumbled. She felt very very tight, her body felt so very delicate, as though she'd break at any moment.

"I don't suppose you could coax our child to come soon, could you?" she laughed softly, but there was pain in her face.

Jorah became slightly worried of the pain she might be experiencing if she did not banter with him. He paused their walk to kneel down in front of her. He placed both hands on her very swollen belly and gently kissed her belly through her dress. "Come now little one. Do not be so difficult on your mother. We want to meet you." He said soothingly as he looked up into her violet eyes. "I can try to coax them out more of that is your desire of me." He said.

Daenerys smiled, gently running her fingers through Jorah's hair as he spoke to the baby. She nodded slowly, giving him a smile. "The baby likes it, and so do I - speak more to him, my love?" She could feel the baby fidgeting in her womb.

Jorah smiled as he kissed over her belly tenderly. He continued to speak soft words of encouragement to their child as he kissed over her belly. He continued to gently massage her lower back. "Does that feel good my love?" He asked softly.

Daenerys smiled, continuing to stroke over his hair as he whispered to their child. It did feel better, but her face still contorted in slight discomfort. "It does...but still so tight...my whole body feels tense..." Something wasn't right.

Jorah's eyes flash up to her when he sees the pain and hears that. "You feel right? Do you feel strong pain as well?" He asked with a worried look on his face.

Daenerys shook her head. "No...not strong pain...just..." It was suddenly difficult to breathe. She took her breaths in deep heaves, placing a hand to her chest. Suddenly she felt as though she needed to urinate, and she felt fluid burst from her core and pain shot through her.

"Jorah....the Maester-!" She cried out in pain.

Jorah was surprised when she cried out like that. He felt the fluid splash upon him and instinctively knew that their child was coming. He didn't hesitate. Jorah stood and scooped her into his arms. He ran with her in his arms back to the chambers they had set up in perpetration for this day. He told servants in the halls to fetch the Maester immediately.

He laid her in the chambers just as the Maester rushed in. Servants were sent out for water and towels. Jorah was by her side to hold her hand and move her as the Maester said so that she could give birth.

Daenerys gasped and groaned softly in pain as he lifted her. She buried her face into his neck and whimpered softly as the baby moved inside her. Once he set her in the bed, Daenerys felt the pain and ache of her first full contraction. She cried out and felt her entire body seize.

The Maester arrived soon enough and had the servants push her dress up to help her give birth. He used a variety of oils and techniques to help ease her pain. Daenerys breathed heavily, looking to Jorah for support. It was several hours of this before the Maester announced that the baby was crowning, and he was able to get the child out.

He tended the baby and cleaned it up, but Daenerys still cried out. Something was still moving inside her. The Maester handed the baby to a servant, who moved beside Jorah.

"Wh....what's happening?" Daenerys cried out.

"Majesty, you've been blessed with a baby boy - but it would seem you have another blessing coming to the world," the Maester smiled to try and calm her. "You were carrying twins."

The servant leaned down to show Jorah and Daenerys the crying baby boy in her arms. Daenerys was in shock - twins? Suddenly everything made sense.

Jorah was kissing her temple and giving her encouraging words as she went into full labor. He never left her side and had a look of joy followed immediately by worry when she seemed to still be in pain and discomfort.

He had spotted their first child, but was focused on what the Maester was saying. He turned to see their son as he smiled and kissed her temple. "You can do this my love. Just a few more pushes then you can rest." He encouraged her.

He was absolutely stunned at this news. However, it did explain why she had grown so large and why the child had seemed so active. He gave her hand a tender squeeze as he brushed a hand over the top of her head lovingly.

Daenerys pushed and followed the instructions of the Maester. Her body was exhausted, until finally the second baby crowned and the Maester guided it out of the birth canal.

The Maester cleaned the baby and handed it to Daenerys. "One of each, your majesties. A son and a daughter."

Daenerys held the daughter, the servant handed the son to Jorah.

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