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[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

In Essos, Daenerys had given birth to a healthy and lively baby girl. She had her father's dark eyes but the light hair and full face of her mother. It was shortly after her birth that a letter arrived from across the Shivering Sea - too far for a raven to fly. It came from King's Landing and bared the Bolton seal. The letter invited Daenerys back to Westeros, but not to reclaim the Iron Throne. Apparently, Hannibal Bolton had taken control of King'sLanding, and the Starks had all but been demolished. The Lannisters, in turn, had also been eradicated.

Daenerys was shocked. But more than that, she suspected treason. As did Tyrion Lannister. With her newborn daughter to her breast, Daenerys took council with Jorah, Grey Worm, Missandei and Tyrion.

"Who does this Bolton think he is?" She snapped. "Inviting me back without promising to relinquish the throne to me? It is mine by birthright, I will not allow some savage northman to take what is mine."

Lannister, Baratheon, Bolton - the name didn't matter. A thief was a thief.

"If he took King's Landing and defeated the Lannister army, my queen, then we can conclude that he indeed has a powerful army of his own," Tyrion pointed out.

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A few weeks had gone by, and Margaery's belly had begun to swell only slightly with their fourth child. Of course Olenna could spot this a mile away and was already declaring name options. Aenar was with the pair of them while they took tea in the gardens overlooking the ocean. The boy was now sitting up on his own in his mother's lap, but still feed from her breast. The twins were studying with their tutors.

"So tell me child," Olenna sipped her tea. "What is your husband's intention by inviting the Targaryen girl back here?"

Aenar cooed when Roose came close and he patted his hands over the dragon's nose. Margaery glanced up to her grandmother, who added more to her question.

"Don't tell me he means to surrender his throne to her, now that they have a confirmed common lineage?" Olenna scoffed.

"Certainly not, grandmother," Margaery replied sharply. "Do you honestly think my husband is the type of man to relinquish power? No. But if you're so curious, all him yourself, he should be joining us shortly."

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Tyrion held up his hands defensively. "I'm not arguing. Recall that I'm the one who put an arrow through my own father's chest."

Any punishment they wrought was well deserved.

Daenerys flashed a smile to Jorah as they boarded the ship. She loved seeing him hold their baby daughter.

The ships were boarded within the hour before they set sail. It would take four days to cross with a fair wind and calm seas. Jorah slipped his arm around his wife's slim waist and kissed her temple as they stood on the bow of the boat as they left the harbor. "Are you ready to return home?" He asked her.

Daenerys stood at the bow of the ship as they set sail. She glanced to Jorah, smiling and leaning into him. "I am. Are you?" She knew he was returning home too. Her finger ran over Daella's soft downy hair. "To share our home with our daughter?"

Jorah smiled tenderly as he kissed her temple. "Indeed I am." He said. He would be happy anywhere he was with his wife and sweet daughter.

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They were halfway through their journey and quite a few of the Dothraki and Unsullied did indeed get quite sick. The extra water was helpful, they would have run out had they not gotten the extra supply.

Yara had given the couple their peace and his not pushed. She wanted them to feel comfortable. She was told in secret by the Queen to form a trusting relationship with Danaerys. She was to keep the Queen informed of any planned treachery from the younger woman. She had sworn to the Queen and would follow her oath.

Yara spotted Danaerys alone near the bow of the ship watching her dragons fly. She approached, "I'm surprised you didn't choose to ride them." She said casually.

The sickness that plagued her soldiers troubled Daenerys. So many of them were ill. She hadn't considered that they had no immunity to western sicknesses.

She stated as her dragons circled aloft. When Yara spoke, Daenerys didn't look her easy. "They have to fly a great distance," she replied. "The less weight they carry, the better."

Slowly she turned to face Yara. "Have my soldiers recovered from their sickness?" She asked. Wondering how many would actually make it to Westeros.

Yara saw the concern and appreciated it on one level. However, she also considered it quite foolish to be so naive. "Well, your unsullied do what they are told to recover and are coming along fine. However, the Dothraki do not listen. If they do not listen and drink water, some of them might not make it." She said.

Jorah was currently taking a nap with their daughter. He was not aware of his wife being alone on deck with Yara.

Daenerys nodded in understanding. She knew the Dothraki. They were stubborn and saw illness as weakness. It had taken her so much to get them all to follow her.

Daenerys stepped past Yara, beginning to head for the cargo hold. "Then they shall obey as an order from their khaleesi, I need them at their top physical conditions."

That, and she was terrified to lose them. She did indeed care for them.

Yara allowed her to go, but did follow behind. Mostly to stare at her fine ass as she walked. She wanted a piece of that bad, she would give it a fair shot when the opportunity arose.

The only Dothraki who would hear her order were the ones in Yara's cargo hold. Even those seemed hesitant to obey the order. It seemed their natural personalities were getting the better of them. It did not look promising for them to be at their full strength when they landed in King's Landing.

Daenerys felt Yara staring; rather, she felt that she was being watched, but was too focused on her warriors to worry about it. She approached the Dothraki in the hold and demanded they follow orders to drink water and keep calm while they traveled.

She was astounded when they did not obey immediately. So she took another tack, glaring and looking every bit the imposing dragon queen she was.

"I do not recall stuttering. Do you want the Warriors of Westeros to best you in battle? Do you want the braids cut from your heads? That is not the Dothraki way!!" She shouted in the native tongue. "I need you at your full strength when our journey ends! You need your full strength yourselves to show these Andals that you are the superior fighting force! You can't do that while ill!"

She kept her glare, meaning to maintain it until they all loved to obey.

The stronger warriors immediately stood and moved to attempt and drink water. However, not all were stirred up enough to rise out of their hammocks. This was the downside of bringing some of the weaker warriors among the strong. It was not the Dothraki way to help, they were all meant to fend for themselves.

Yara stepped forward and spoke lowly so that her voice would only be heard by Danaerys. "These men are just as stubborn and hard headed as my men. Anytime I try to motivate them, reminding them of the fun to be had with their cocks often times gives them the motivation to get better. Some men are better at fucking than fighting."

Daenerys once again found herself caught between a rock and a hard place thanks to her morals. She didn't want to encourage them to rape and pillage the Seven Kingdoms, but...

"Do you want this sickness to render you impotent and unable to pleasure yourselves with the woman of Westeros?" She added, sternly. "I know it is difficult for some of you to move. But you must do what you have to do in order to get better again. You will not be able to enjoy the new world without your health. Now I say again, drink more water, follow instructions to combat this sickness, I will not give the command a third time!"

Some of the Dothraki looked up nd seemed more motivated by that to drink water. There were a few that remained in their hammocks, but a majority were drinking water. Yara said nothing, but she suspected that half of her forces would die on the other ships if they were too stubborn to drink water. She would leave her to riddle out that problem for herself. She was providing as much aid as she was told to.

She chuckled when more got up to drink water after that second pep talk. "See? Most men think with thier cocks." She said to lead into the conversation she wanted to kick start. "Have you experienced how much men think with their cocks first? They follow blindly into battle to earn enough honor to win the heart of the girl." She said.

Daenerys was satisfied with the response, and began to leave the cargo hold. As Yara spoke, Daenerys could feel her fishing for information, or for a particular reaction. Slowly she turned to the other woman, a tilt to her brow.

"I have, but why does that concern you, I wonder?" She crossed her arms before her chest. "And if a man charges blindly into battle for a woman, could that not mean that he is lead by his heart? After all, he could avoid the threat of death by paying a whore."

Yara smirked as that pulled a response. "Some men think their cocks are too precious to sink into a whore. Some are addicted to other men's wives. Some would fuck anything with a hole in it." She said as she stepped a bit closer. She could feel the waves picking up beneath her ship. Just the right swell would mean they would briefly press up against each other.

Daenerys tilted a brow further as Yara leaned in closer. For a long moment she regarded the other woman, amused at what Jorah might do if he saw her so close. If he didn't fear Khal Drogo, then she knew an Ironborn wouldn't scare him either.

"And what is your motivation, I wonder?" Daenerys leaned back a bit. "What is it that you're addicted to?"

Yara smirked as she let her eyes look over Danaerys slowly and with open desire. "I am addicted to showing women just how pleasurable it is to have those softest parts within us touched in just the right way." She said with a wide smirk.

The drowned God must have heard her silent prayers. They were hit by a hard wave that caused the ship to lurch. Yara quickly grabbed the rails to prevent herself from falling backwards. She looked forward to feeling the silver haired beauty pressed up against her, even for a moment.

Daenerys didn't like how Yara looked at her. She was about to respond when the ship rocked. Daenerys lost her footing and stumbled into Yara. Her breasts briefly brushed against Yara's, but Daenerys was quick to stand up straight.

Her eyes were hard as she looked at Yara. "I'm going back to my quarters. To be with my daughter. To be with my husband," she emphasized the last word. And she started to walk off.

Yara stood firm so that Danaerys could feel how she was both hard and soft. She smirked at the fire and watched as she began to walk away. "And I will be here. Should you find your husband not quite as satisfying the next time you go swinging. He may have learned how to pleasure you, but another woman would know immediately." She said as a parting comment.

Daenerys glared over her shoulder to Yara. "Mind your tongue. Another comment like that, I will feed you to my dragons."

She didn't wait for a response. Daenerys started back to the main cabin where Jorah was with their baby. She closed the door behind her and latched it securely. Suddenly she was very suspicious of the Ironborn woman. Daenerys looked to Jorah, and suddenly she couldn't help but laugh at the encounter she had just had.

Yara spoke lowly so that Danaerys would only hear it if she was listening carefully. "One glimpse of your naked body and I would die happy."

***

The slightly rougher seas had woken young Denna. She was giggling and currently working on giving her father's chest hairs firm tugs. Jorah jumped awake in pain and saw her smirking face. He looked around and spotted his wife at the door. "You should not encourage her to remove my chest hair. That would leave you with less to toy with." He grumped slightly. He had no idea she had wandered the ship alone, nor that Yara had made a serious pass at her.

Daenerys had let Yara's final comment go, pretending she didn't hear.

When Daella saw her mother she smiled and buried her face into her father's chest. Daenerys chuckled at Jorah's words and moved to sit on the bed beside him. "It's not that," she replied, tapping Daella's little nose to playfully scold her. "I just had a very interesting conversation with Yara Greyjoy."

Jorah sat up and allowed his wife to take young Daella so that he could try and recover from the pain of having hair forcibly removed. There was immediate concern written across his face. "Was it inside information to fill in what we do not know?" He asked.

Daenerys took their daughter, who burrowed into her mother and tugged playfully at her dress. Her brows lifted and slowly she shook her head. "No. No not quite," she replied. "She...had some very interesting theories about men and women...and women and women."

Jorah listened carefully as she spoke. He raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Women and women? She propositioned you?" He asked astounded.

Daenerys looked up as Daella began tugging lightly at her hair. She couldn't help laughing again, the idea was so silly. "She did indeed. She said she wanted to show me how much better and softer a woman can be either another woman."

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