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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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The page lead Daenerys, Jorah and their smaller entourage to the guest chambers that had been made ready for their arrival. Missandei and a few servants were afforded smaller chambers near the main suite. By that time, Daella had begun to drift off to sleep, and Daenerys set her in the center of the bed, running her fingers over her daughter's soft downy hair.

She ignored Jorah.

They were alone, save for their daughter, and she ignored him. She didn't want to speak to him, not after everything that had happened at dinner. Daenerys was still fuming, angry and betrayed by Jorah.

Not to mention she felt unattractive and undesired after that display when he'd shown interest in the Sand Snakes...and in Yara Greyjoy.

Jorah knew he was in trouble. Once they were absolutely alone, he crawled on his hands and knees to her. "Please my love. I did not hear the accusation about that Greyjoy woman. I was distracted by his description of how the Lannister's were tortured. I should have spoken up more, but there were times when I chose not to speak becausenI did not want you to sound weak." He swallowed hard before continuing. "I should not have looked when they entered. I turn to look on instinct to make sure there was no danger to you. I don't know why my eyes lingered. I am ashamed of my actions. I failed you as your husband today. I should have been better prepared and defender you more." He said.

Daenerys didn't look at him at first. Finally she looked at him with disdain. "Get up. You disgrace yourself and make yourself look weak by crawling upon the floor like my daughter."

She shook her head slowly as she replayed the evening's events over and over.

"You made me look foolish, standing there looking upon other women. Tell me, do you wish to be free of our marriage? I can make that happen."

Jorah remained at her feet as he kissed tenderly over her soft feet. "I was weak. On the most important meeting you have ever had with an enemy I have failed you greatly." He said with great sadness. He slowly looked up at her with nothing but pain and grief written across his face. "I cannot be apart from you. You and our daughter are my life. I would be a dead man walking if I could not see your two beautiful faces every morning when I wake up and every evening before I shut my eyes." He said softly. "I allowed that bastard to get into my head and was not doing my duty as your husband, for that I humble myself and beg forgiveness. I will accept any punishment you feel is just." He said. He prayed fervently that she would not send him away, but he would obey.

Daenerys didn't pull her foot away, but she shook her head and glared down at him again. "Get. Up." It was a short, irate command.

"I demand your obedience, but groveling doesn't suit a man in your position. How do you expect me to rule the Seven Kingdoms if you show that level of weakness, even in private?!" She snapped.

Daenerys was still carefully contemplating his punishment. "I am half tempted to send you away. Back to Essos to learn some manlihood from the Dothraki." It was harsh, she regretted saying it. But he just looked so damn pitiful groveling on the floor.

But she had yet to decide whether or not to send him away. She was angry, but she loved him.

"...this is not the man who killed Khal Drogo to be with me," she said darkly.

Jorah stood once she gave the command again. He kept his head bowed as she spoke. His shoulders were slumped forward in defeat as she spoke. "When a man has disappointed and failed his wife when she was in need of him, he has failed as a man and must work hard to regain his honor and begin to rebuild the trust he has lost." He said softly.

He looked up at her with a bit of fire in his eyes. "He was going to kill you if I had not acted. Here they are playing mind games, I was blinded by a single move to miss the critical one." He said with a bit more spirit. He was angry at himself for not seeing the game Hannibal was playing until it was too late.

Daenerys nodded slowly. "Yes he must, but groveling like a peasant is not how one reclaims trust." She pointed out.

She saw that fire in his eyes, and was comforted. She didn't smile, but Daenerys did nod slowly, turning more towards him. Slowly she continued to nod, then she pointed to him.

"That's what I want," she replied. "That fire. That anger. You're a knight of Bear Island, prove it. You're my husband, defend me. We were made fools tonight, do not let it happen again." Her tone was dark with warning. She would not tolerate this behavior a second time.

Jorah saw the nod and felt some hope for getting forgiven. He listened and nodded his understanding. If he failed her a second time...he would kill Hannibal himself before killing the rest of his family and leaving the door open for Danaerys to reclaim her throne. He would likely die in the attempt, but that would be better than disappointing her a possible third time.

His eyes held that fire as he nodded his head. "I will not fail you again." He swore before continuing, "I will not allow them to so easily insult us again."

Daenerys looked to him. "No, you will not," she agreed, plainly. "I will not tolerate such weakness again."

Daella moved on the bed and Daenerys settled beside her. She glanced to Jorah abs gestured for him to join her beside their daughter.

He was forgiven this time.

Jorah moved instantly when she silently commanded him to lay down on the bed and join them. He tenderly kissed Daella's temple. "I thank the gods everyday that she shares your beauty. She will be fought over one day by many young men." He said with pride in his voice.

Daenerys couldn't help smiling looking upon their daughter. "Her beauty, and her sharp wit."

She knew Daella would be just as strong and witty as her mother. Bit she had hoped her daughter would have inherited her father's strength as well. Her fingers touched over the soft platinum hair.

Jorah smiled and nodded as he gave a soft chuckle. "Indeed, I have a feeling she will push our rules or find arguments to poke holes in our rules." He said with amusement. He suspected that it would not be long before she was outsmarting him. He hoped to have an opportunity to give Danaerys another child soon.

He sighed deeply before looking at her. "The white walkers are nothing any of our men have faced before. They are deadly with just a touch. I am also concerned about how they will stay warm outside." He added.

Daenerys nodded solemnly. She knew everything he was saying was true. "But what else can I do?" She looked to Jorah.

"How can I bring them here and not use them? If I go into battle without them, they will be insulted, and likely run rampant without me here to keep them under control," she pointed out.

During the pause, she heard soft cries from down the hall that steadily became louder. She heard Margaery's voice and rolled her eyes. "...really."

Hannibal frowned slightly as he considered options. "I agree that it is not safe to leave them here unsupervised. However, I don't think going beyond the wall to fight is wise either. At least if they are digging they can keep warm with movement and they would be shielded from the bitter winds." He suggested.

He had heard the moans as well. He shook his head, "They will likely be done in a few minutes. They just want to rub salt into an open wound."
He said. In his opinion, Margaery sounded like a whore herself. He chose not to say that so as to not get into trouble after being partially forgiven.

Daenerys looked to him with curious violet eyes. "You think the Dothraki will be content digging?" She shook her head. She knew her subjects. "If they are not allowed the opportunity to fight the ultimate enemy, they will be furious."

She listened to the moans for a while longer, and Margaery's cries of praise. "Apparently the would-be King needs praise in order to perform for his lady." She laughed.

Jorah shook his head slowly. "No, they would not be content to be left out of fighting. However, they might be persuaded to dig until the enemy scouts are spotted. Perhaps they could take turns fighting and digging." He offered. He did not want them to be stuck waiting forever in this semi-peace. "We do not want the unsullied or dothraki to see their enemies as comrades. The longer it takes to build the trap the harder it will become to order them to kill those they have worked with." He said.

He chuckled at that. "That is a possibility. Or the would-be-queen desires for an audience." He chuckled at that. "Perhaps the brothels will take her in after we defeat her husband." He said.

Daenerys nodded in understanding. It was a possibility. "If they smell battle, they will engage without question. They may jeopardize the mission, as well." She pointed out.

She smirked and leaned into Jorah, happy at the suggestion of what to do with them once they took back the kingdom. "Tell me, would you take him on in combat? You killed one king for me...would you kill again for me?" She whispered.

Jorah gave a nod of his head at her whispered question. "I would. I would face him in combat and kill him to give you your throne." He swore to her with fire in his eyes.

Daenerys smiled at his words and glanced to the door as she heard them finish. She took Daella from the bed and set her in the small crib beside the bed. Then she came back to the bed and brought both hands up to frame his face. Daenerys kissed him hard and sucked his lower lip before moving to straddle him.

Jorah sat on the edge of the bed and watched how she moved. He returned that deep kiss with fire during passion. His hands moved quickly to press her up tight against his body. His manhood was quickly stirring to life as she straddled him. There was a soft growl when she teased his lower lip.

Daenerys felt his cock stirring beneath his trousers between her thighs. Her body rolled and arched against his. In the back of her mind was the insecurity that he did truly want Yara Greyjoy and the Sand Snakes. She wanted to remind him that his dragon queen did not give up what was hers.

Jorah groaned lowly when she ground into him more insistently. He had no desire for those women. What he desired was more embarrassing to admit than that. He wanted to watch her dominate those women while he watched. He would then claim his wife and show them how only he could give her the pleasure she craved.

His actions had done little to convey such desires to Daenerys. She had little interest in Yara Greyjoy beyond respect for a woman of authority. The Sand Snakes were lovely, but she had not considered dominating them. Besides, if they brought them to bed, Daenerys would suspect foul play on Hannibal's part.

But she would worry on that another time. For now, she pushed back on his chest, forcing Jorah down against the bed while she remained sitting upright. A Khaleesi upon her steed even before their clothes were removed.

Jorah fell back as she pushed him. He looked up at her with desire as he rolled his hips beneath her. "Am I allowed to touch my Khaleesi?" He asked. He continued to rock his hips so that she could feel how hard he was for her. He was anticipating her punishment to be quite severe.

Daenerys smirked down at him and pinned his arms down against the bed. "Did I not tell you that I wanted you to be more aggressive? This is hardly following instructions, now is it?" She pointed out.

She looked into his eyes. "Be stronger for me. Know that your cock is for me alone, that no other woman may partake of it."

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