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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 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.

Once he felt her relax, he laid down next to her and wrapped an arm around her to kiss her temple gently. "You are so very strong." He said tenderly.

He smiled even wider when they found out that they had one of each gender. As they were handed their children, he chuckled as he held their son close to his sister. "So I was right that you were carrying a daughter." He teased lightly. He kissed the top of each child's head. "You are both beautiful and perfect." He said with pride.

Daenerys leaned into Jorah and nuzzled his chest. She laughed softly as she rocked their daughter in her arms. "And I was right that I was carrying a son. Twins...I never would have imagined."

She leaned down and kissed the daughter's head. "You both gave me quite a bit of trouble, but I'm so very happy to see you..." she smiled.

Jorah smiled as he looked at both of their small, beautiful faces. They had not cried yet, but they were breathing. He smiled as he looked to Daenerys. "What should we name them?" He asked as he looked at their beautiful children. It was too early to tell if either of them had inherited Daenerys' hair or his own.

Daenerys smiled as she rocked the baby and looked to their son. She chuckled and looked between them. "Jaslin," Daenerys said, looking to Jorah. "What do you think? Jaslin for the girl?"

Jorah's face lit up at that. "That is beautiful." He said as he gently kisses her forehead. "My sweet little Jaslin." He said.

He looked at their son. "What do you think of Jorys for our son?" He asked.

Daenerys smiled and brought a hand up to press her fingers to his belly. "Perfect, a name similar to his father's, carrying on the family name." She chuckled and kissed their son's cheek before looking up at Jorah. "Jorys and Jaslin. Our perfect children."

Jorah smiled as he nodded his head in agreement. "Our perfect children Jorys and Jaslin." He said. Both children smiled and opened their eyes. Jorah looked a bit stunned at what he saw before smiling himself. Their children were indeed unique. Jaslin's left eye matches Daenerys and her right eye matched his own. Young Jorys also had two different eyes; however, the eye that matched Daenerys was his right eye. "They are a perfect blend of the two of us." He said with pride.

Daenerys hadn't noticed at first, she was too thrilled at seeing the babies smile. So soon after they were born. Then when Jorah spoke again, Daenerys looked closer. Upon seeing their eyes and how different they were. She looked up to Jorah with wide eyes, and back to the babies. "Gods, but they are! Look at them. You don't think there's anything wrong, do you?"

Jorah looked up to the Maester in concern at her question.

The Maester smiled gently, "Both children are perfectly healthy your Graces. I will draw up their birth documents immediately. Will they be of house Targaryn?" He asked.

Jorah smiled brightly as he kissed Daenerys. "Our children are perfect and healthy." He said until he heard the Maester's question. He looked to his wife. "It is your choice my Queen." He said with a tender smile.

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