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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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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."

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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."

Jorah frowned when he heard that. His eyes danced with jealousy at her being approached by another woman. "Did she try to touch or kiss you?" He asked with a note of jealousy in his voice.

Daenerys bit her lower lip as she contemplated telling Jorah the full truth or not. "She...got very close. A wave hit the ship and I bumped into her. She did not protest nor did she make any move to put distance between us."

Jorah's face darkened when he heard that. "Did she try to touch you anymore?" He slowly stood as that jealousy truly filled his eyes. He was angry that Yara was so bold. This was very upsetting news to him and he did not like the fact that Yara was so openly pursuing his wife. They would leave the ship rapidly once they got to King's Landing.

Daenerys could see him getting angry, so the joke wasn't funny anymore. She shook her head and stood slowly with Daella in her arms. "No, she did not. I came straight here to be with you." She didn't want him to think that she was remotely interested in Yara.

Jorah still seemed upset, but not with his wife in the least. "Let me know if she does anything more to get close to you physically or if she makes you uncomfortable. I swear not to let her anywhere near you ever again." He said.

Daenerys nodded and stepped closer to kiss his jaw. "I will, but I made it clear that I would not tolerate such words or actions from her again," she explained. "But, if you witness her behaving contrary to my orders, you may execute swift and just retribution."

Jorah listened carefully and there was a hint of a smirk on his face at her last words. "I promise to act swiftly and more than justly if she crosses the line again. You are very happily married after all."

Daenerys smiled and held their daughter up. "Yes, very happily," she leaned up and kissed him softly. "Now then, care to partake of what Yara Greyjoy can only dream of?"

Jorah smiled before kissing their young daughter's forehead. He went to the wall and gave a coded knock. Missendi entered to take Daella in her arms and out of the room. Jorah pulled Danaerys close once they were gone and kissed her deeply. His hands roamed over her body to grip and squeeze very possessively.

Daella protested at first, but Missandei knew how to soothe her. Daenerys leaned up into Jorah when he pulled her close. She kissed him back and allowed her fingers to roam over his bare chest. Daenerys sighed softly, and smiled against Jorah's lips. Yara Greyjoy could claim a woman was better all she wanted, Daenerys knew that there was no better partner for her in bed than her husband.

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