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[For Jorah] Secrets Beneath the Stars

Daenerys Targaryen had been married to Khal Drogo for some months now. She'd adjusted to the life of a khaleesi very well, but Daenerys was not drawn to her wedded husband. He was hard, unyielding and unfeeling. Khal Drogo knew nothing of softness and compassion - the Dothraki had no use for such things. While Daenerys valued a man of strength and a commanding presence, she also needed that soft touch every once in a while.

She found solace in Jorah the Andal.

He was kind, and they spoke often of the Seven Kingdoms and the world she had been forced to leave behind. The world she would retake when she returned to Westeros. Daenerys was happy to be able to have that kind of intellectual stimulation in Jorah Mormont.

But more and more lately, she found her eyes lingering upon his form longer than they should. She found herself wondering what it would be like to peel back the dusty layers of his clothing and leathers to let them fall to the sand beneath their feet. It was those times that she separated herself from him, fearful of what she might do or say. There was many a night that, as Drogo fucked her and even afterward, she thought of Jorah and what it would feel like to lie beneath him or sit atop him. But of course she was married and could not entertain such a thought - Drogo would likely kill Jorah for Daenerys even thinking of it.

So she said nothing, and focused on minor day-to-day tasks. This particular evening, Khal Drogo and the majority of his men had ridden out for an evening hunt. Daenerys sat outside her tent, and couldn't help watching with interest as Jorah sparred with one of the few men who had been left behind. She could see how his shirt was drenched in sweat and clung to his muscular form. Daenerys excused herself and retired to her tent after watching the exchange for a long while. She felt her control slipping.

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Jorah smiled, but there was indeed a hint of sadness in his eyes at her full command. He kissed her deeply. "I swear to remain alive. I also swear to help you when that time comes. I will step in to act as a nurse maid if that will allow me to remain close to you during that time." He said honestly.

He would not hope for tragedies to befall her that would give him the opportunity his heart and body desired with her. He could not allow himself to be that selfish.

Daenerys kissed him, happy that he agreed and knew the position they were in. A thought occurred to her and she leaned in slowly. She dropped her voice even lower.

"If I asked, could you..." she bit her lower lip. "Are you strong enough, could you kill Khal Drogo,if I asked it of you?"

Jorah returned the kiss and was beginning to set his mind to this unspoken agreement between them. Then she asked him to be selfish for himself. He paused as he considered if this was actually selfish since she was asking this of him.

He looked deep into those violet eyes of hers and gave a slow nod. He leaned in to speak lowly into her ear. "What would draw the least suspicion would be very painful and slow for him." He said. He had a blade and a bit of poison. It would not be unheard of for the great Khal to have gotten a small cut or two in his raid. A mild poison would make the cut fester and kill him. Being a khal he would be too stubborn to heal a small scratch. Not a single Dothraki would be suspicious, but he would suffer. Jorah would not act in this way unless Danearys ordered it of him.

Daenerys could not bring herself to order Jorah to kill her husband. He could very well die. But nor could she stand the thought of letting Drogo suffer. She thought long and looked up into his eyes. "Would it be foolhardy to think you could beat him in single combat? If you challenged him and won, the khalassar would have to accept you as the new khal, wouldn't they?

Jorah sighed softly. This was the answer he had expected to hear from her. He had not thought she would accept the first option, and honestly his code of honor would not like being so underhanded. He leaned forward to kiss her forehead tenderly. "If an opportunity presents itself and I feel that I won't be disobeying your first command to me...then yes I will strike." Jorah knew there were some Dothraki in the camp who felt Drogo was unfit to lead them. It was int a matter of time until they all issued a challenge against him. Jorah had seen it before. The last time, Drogo had said Jorah could test himself without fear of death for loosing. Jorah had accepted, but intentionally lost to the man. It had built trust with the Khal. If such an offer were extended again and accepted...Jorah would be fighting very differently.

She knew his honor forbade him from open betrayal. She knew this, and she loved him for it. Daenerys nodded slowly. She feared for his life if he stood against Khal Drogo, but she wanted her marriage to be over. She wanted to be free - free, and with Jorah Mormont. Daenerys leaned up and kissed him softly. "I love you," she whispered again. "I do not want you to die and leave me alone in this world, but we both know Drogo will never let me go." And again, she didn't want him to suffer for the sake of her freedom.

Jorah nodded his head in agreement as he looked deep into her eyes. "I will watch carefully for the perfect moment to claim you honorably. I cannot stoop to underhanded tactics even if my heart and body desire it. I promise not to make you wait too long my Queen." He said softly.

Daenerys smiled and nodded as she nuzzled him. "And in the meantime, we have one another," she whispered. "I can't refuse him, but know that I am all for you."

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Some months passed. On the nights Drogo passed out drunk, or went on extended hunts, Daenerys went to Jorah's bed, or took him to hers. They were careful, and avoided being discovered.

Which was why when Drogo surged into the tent, enraged, Daenerys was totally unprepared. Drogo seized her by the hair and threw her from the tent, out where everyone could see. Daenerys tried to plead with Drogo, but he backhanded her, splitting her lip.

They had been very careful in their secret affair. Not even her maids were aware of what the two of them were doing. Jorah had heard the Dothraki shouting and gathering in a hurry. He quickly dawned his armor and rushed out towards Daenerys tent. He was stunned at what he saw and he quickly rushed forward. "What is the meaning of this?" He yelled as he stepped between Drogo and Danaerys.

Daenerys touched over her bleeding lip. Her heart flew when Jorah appeared, but she was also terrified for him.

Drogo glared at Jorah. "Move aside," He growled in Dothraki. "The silver woman has been unfaithful. She has taken a lover to my bed. Step aside, Jorah the Andal."

Jorah shook his head. "I cannot step aside. I swore to protect her. What evidence do you have of this? In Westeros someone accused has an opportunity to see the evidence against them and defend themselves. Often times people are falsely accused and punished simply because someone was jealous of them." He said. He doubted there was evidence, just suspicion in Drogo's mind.

A part of Jorah hoped the man would be enraged enough to press for more. It would give him an opportunity to challenge the Khal and seem forced to do so to uphold Westerosi honor.

Drogo took the bait. He got into Jorah's face and shouted his reply. "This is not Westeros, outlander! I make the law! I hear whispers that the khaleesi lets her eyes linger on another ad they should lounger upon me!"

He glared down at the other man. "You are quick to defend her. Could you be the perpetrator? Are you the one fucking my wife?" Drogo demanded, bringing his curved blade up to Jorah's throat.

Jorah bristled a bit at the accusation, but did not yet draw his weapon. "Whispers are not truth." He said in Dothraki. "Do you truly think I would put myself in front of you and risk being beaten by you again if I was?" He said.

Jorah knew Drogo would not attack him if his blade was not drawn, it was a sign of respect that Jorah had earned from the Dothraki.

Jorah focused in on Drogo. "I will not step aside and let you beat her because of whispers. My honor will not allow me to stand by and not act. I will defend her as the honor of Westeros demands. She is the last of her name in Westeros, I am bound to protect her...even from you." He said with humbleness in his voice. He showed body language that looked like he was not eager to fight Drogo, but his honor code demanded it of him.

Jorah knew that the Dothraki who did not like Drogo would honor him if he was victorious. This would be a dangerous dance indeed. He would need to block many of the hard blows from Drogo and keep him at a far distance.

Drogo stepped in closer and his voice turned low and dark. "Whispers may have some ring of truth, and her eyes, they betray her. She hides something from me."

Daenerys stood quickly and reached out to Drogo. "It isn't true, you don't have to do this-!"

Drogo didn't let her finish before smacking her again and sending her to the ground again. Blood dripped from her nose, but Daenerys kept herself upright and braced herself against the ground.

Jorah did not back down. He shoved Srogo back and quickly drew his sword to point it at the Khal. "I cannot allow you to continue this. Unless there is evidence, I must stand against you. My honor demands it." He said, knowing that this was now a direct challenge. He took a solid stance and waited for Drogo to make the first move. Jorah would slice and parry to keep him away from Danaerys. He would not allow Drogo to cause more of her blood to spill.

The khalassar, normally abuzz and whooping and hollering when a fight or challenge broke out, was dead silent. Drogo glared, and wasted no time slashing his blade to make an attempt at Jorah's throat. The Andal blocked the attack, but Drogo pushed against him, knowing he bested Jorah in size and physical strength. He tried to grab Jorah's dominant hand, in which he wielded a sword, to try and disarm him of the weapon. Daenerys only moves out of the way, fearful of what would become of Jorah if Drogo reigned victorious.

Jorah heard the quiet and knew that this was no normal challenge. Even his blood riders did not seem interested in supporting their Khal. Jorah easily blocked the slice from the Arakh and was not surprised when Drogo moved in. Jorah used the momentum of the larger man to flip him over his head and send the mighty Khal to the dirt upon his back. Jorah did add some strength to knock the wind from Drogo and stun him a bit. Jorah kicked the arakh away and held his blade to Drogo's throat. He said nothing as he waited for Drogo to decide his fate. Jorah would end him if he made another attack. He would not give him the opportunity to rearm himself.

Jorah had bested the great Khal Drogo. He knew the Khal would rather die than cut his braid and live a life of shame. Jorah was leaving how he died to Drogo himself.

Drogo had never been bested by another man. He was mortified that the man which beat him wasn't even Dothraki. Darkly he glared up at Jorah, enraged and humiliated. He kicked the sword up and tried to tackle the other man. Daenerys had to tumble out of the way, and cried out in surprise and horror as the men continued to fight. She knew if Drogo could get his hands around Jorah's throat, he was dead.

Jorah saw the humiliation in Drogo's eyes. He allowed his sword to be kicked away. He quickly drew a small knife and as Drogo tackled him, he slid the blade between his ribs and straight through his heart. He pulled the blade out and rolled the heavy body off of him as Drogo soasmed for a few moments before dying. Jorah slowly stood over the dead Khal and looked around the Khalassar. He was looking to see if the bloodriders would fall upon their swords or not.

Daenerys saw it all. She saw Drogo tackle Jorah, she saw the flash of metal and the red that spilled on the dirt as both men fell. She screamed, and covered her hands with her mouth.

But then Jorah rose. He stood over Khal Drogo's dead body and looked to the surrounding Dothraki. She glanced among them, unsure what to do. Slowly she rose, and called out to them in their native tongue.

"Dothraki, this man has defeated your khal in open battle," she began. "Khal Drogo died with honor, as a man should. Will you follow the man who bested him honorably? Or will you abandon him? The gods punish those who live without honor, don't forget."

Clearly there were many hesitant to kneel before a man not of Dothraki blood. But combat law was combat law. Many bowed to Jorah Mormont.

Jorah saw as they slowly began to bow in a sign of respect. He nodded as he also spoke in Dothraki. "He was a great warrior. He will be honored with fire in death." He said. Referring to the funeral pyre the Dothraki used to honor their dead. Danaerys would need to light the pyre herself. Jorah would be with her, but they would still need to be secret with their relationship until enough time had passed for it to not be considered suspicious.

Daenerys felt terribly guilty. Khal Drogo had been a good, just ruler for the Dothraki. And she had killed him. She had not put the blade in his heart, but she had been the catalyst to his killing. Daenerys watched with tears in her eyes as the Dothraki prepared his funeral pyre. She wanted to purge all memories of her marriage to Khal Drogo, so she had her servants take her dragon eggs, that she had received as a wedding present, into the pyre.

Then, dressed in a gossamer gown of lavender satin, Daenerys approached the pyre. Tears streamed down her face, but no Dothraki stopped her. To them, it was the only honorable thing to do - to have the wife of the khal end her life alongside her fallen husband's.

Jorah also felt guilty about killing the man. He was preparing himself for the funeral pyre by assisting with the building. He watched as the flames rose, but did not see Darnerys until she was halfway to the flames. He ran out to stop her and he had to shield himself from the brightness and the heat. "Khaleesi...." He said. He had done what she asked if him. He did not understand why she was going to throw it all away.

Then the tears fell for Jorah. She had been the undoing of two great men. Neither of them deserved this. She was bad for them; nothing but trouble. Daenerys looked to Jorah as she cried. She gave his arm a squeeze and leaned up to lightly kiss him. "I'm so sorry..." she whimpered before stepping away, towards the pyre. Daenerys gave one lasting look over her shoulder to Jorah before stepping into the fire.

Jorah knew that kiss was not good. He stumbled back when she walked away from him and fell to his knees. He watched as the woman he loved walked to her own death as well. Why was he destined to be tortured by the gods so? He finally thought he had found a woman he loved who truly loves him in return.

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