[For Jorah] Secrets Beneath the Stars

[motheroftitles]

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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[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah had been glad to be of so much help to his Khaleesi. He had stopped spying on her before he had even begun. She was so young and beautiful that he could not bring himself to betray her in such a manner. He was very happy to be considered so useful to her and enjoyed how she confided in him. He had strong feelings for her, but could not hope of acting on those while she was married....at least that was until he noticed her watching him a bit longer every so often.

He tried not to let those looks go to his head. However, he was growing more and more tempted to test her intentions. He had seen her watching for a time before going into her tent. He finished defeating the one he was sparring against before moving behind her tent under the guise of going to pee. When the Dothraki who had been watching him had all dispersed, he waited to be certain no one was looking. He then slipped into his Khaleesi's tent and bowed low before her. "Was the fight displeasing to you Khaleesi?" He asked.