Hi babies! This is my first attempt at writing a Jonerys one-shot, inspired by the spoilers and events of s7. Leave a comment, I love those, tell me if you think I should write more, and yeah, enjoy!
little boat touched the shores of Dragonstone, Jorah Mormont jumped out of it
and ran to the middle of the beach. The gloomy gray sky was covered with three
large, fire- breathing beasts, whose song illuminated the island. Jorah jumped
over the washed-up branches and twigs and saw Missandei and Tyrion waiting for
him. The lady from Naath was wearing a dark green cape over a black outfit,
pinned with a butterfly pin, and the little lion sported black, the silver of
his pin clashing against the dark leather.
back, Sir Jorah! I hope you had a safe journey. The Queen is waiting for you. –
Smiled Tyrion, always the diplomat.
and catching up with Missandei helped him get back in the game and he realized
where Daenerys currently was. She lost a huge part of her fleet, the Dornish
were captured and the Queen of Thorns was gone. He smiled, imaging being the
one who’d eventually comes to her rescue. He stared at the ships harbored at
the port and was almost stunned. Most of the banners were the three-headed red
dragon, some krakens, a rose now and there, a few suns, but the most shocking
thing were two large ships with a banner he hoped he’d never see again. The
gray direwolf on the snow-white background. What were Starks doing here? Didn’t
the Young Wolf die a few years ago?
the stairs to Dragonstone, he was greeted by the emerald green beast. The
Northerner couldn’t resist but wave. He noticed Dothraki celebrating on the
beach. The Unsullied opened the doors and sober Dothraki escorted him to a
large, well lit, dining room. It was decorated with dragon carvings, busts of
Aegon and his sister-wives, it had a large fireplace, a gigantic table fit for
a king, and obsidian sculptures. The first thing that stunned him was laughter.
It sounded like bells or birds and filled the room. Three people were laughing,
two men and, unmistakably, Daenerys Targaryen. Tyrion took his seat on
Daenerys’ left. She was seated on the head of the table, as one would expect
it. Tyrion was seated left, next to him was a grey haired man with a strong,
Flea Bottom accent. Across him, Missandei took her place. The person next to
Daenerys was the one who shocked him the most. His back was only visible to
him, his dark curly hair was tied in a bun that was a mess, he was dressed in
simple, but well-made clothes, but his doublet was draped on his chair, so he
was just in a dark blue shirt, black breeches and boots. He was laughing with
the Queen, their eyes never leaving each other.
beautiful as always. Her braids were a little bit loose, and she wore no coat
over her dress, making her arms, shoulders and decollate visible. She sipped
wine and wiped a tear. When she saw him, she got up, the table following her. The
dark haired man turned around, revealing the strong, solemn face of a true
Stark. His mind clicked. Ned Stark’s bastard. This must be him.
– She walked to him, clasping her arms. Her cheeks were rosy and she was
giggling like a young girl.
you? Did you travel well? Come, sit down, you must be tired! – She left him
speechless. As usual, the lump in his throat made him seem small next to this
tiny young lady.
you were cured? Sir Jorah?-
Khaleesi, I am cured, and here, back with the Targaryen alliance.-
He sat down
next to the man with the accent.
-I have to
introduce to you Jon Snow, the King in the North, and his advisor, Sir Davos
Seaworth, they are our guests here.-
got up and shook hands with him. Jorah swallowed remembering Ned Stark’s bounty
on his head. Does his bastard know?
in the North? I thought those were extinct?-
the same for dragons, Sir Jorah. – Answered Davos.
you father, Jeor Mormont. He speaks very highly of him. – Smiled the Valyrian
him Jon. Oh.
The King in
the North nodded.
I ever met. He gave me his sword, taught me how to be a leader… He was a true
hero. I shipped his bones to Bear Island, and your young cousin, Lady Lyanna.-
He was just
like Ned Stark. Right honorable, kind, keeps his sentences short. He was truly
his blood and a Northerner to the core. They all sat down.
you cured and how?-
Citadel. It’s a long and tiresome story, my Queen. Another time, maybe.-
celebrating a huge victory tonight! We robbed Cersei of gold and crops and took
her brother prisoner, who is, as we speak, being treated for his wounds. And a
random sell-sword. –
serve you if you pay him well. And Jaime is a fool. Attacking a dragon with a
simple lance. – Nodded Tyrion after his third glass.
poured him a cup and handed it over through Tyrion and Davos. He sipped it
also discussing terms of our alliance with the North.- She turned over to Jon
who was finishing his cup, cheeks red like her lips.
-Yup. - Jon
was never particularly good with wine. He starred at the bottom of the goblet.
Was this his 4th or 3rd cup?
you laughing about?-
was telling us about his trials and tribulations as a smuggler.-
out place here. The most uncomfortable thing was the way Dany’s chair was
turned. It was too close to Jon’s, but it was noticeable he also moved his
chair. Missandei yawned and excused herself, leaving the small company for some
Jon and Daenerys
were almost touching. He was subconsciously playing with a stray lock of her
silver hair, she just glanced over and continued to speak.
I drafted some plans to free Yara Greyjoy and install Sarella Martell as
Princess of Dorne. The remaining daughters of Oberyn Martell are here with us.
We considered to create one of the remaining Tyrell cousins as Wardens of the
South as soon they arrive. We have plenty of time now, considering Cersei is
left penniless and without food. We fed the troops and villages near
Dragonstone, and a significant part is being shipped north. –
is also a part of the seven kingdoms, Khaleesi.-
it is. And I think it will be the most difficult one to conquer. – She
mustered, emphasizing the word difficult.
with you. It shall be extremely difficult. - said Jon into the goblet.
each other the look again as they shared a day ago, in a small cave. Tyrion
picked up a knife from the beef roast and pretended to cut air with it as he
proceed to cut off a large chunk of meat. Davos laughed into the cup and put it
and I discussed yesterday how you have a good heart.-
and Jon almost spat out his wine.
-So kind of
you two! Why do you think I have a good heart, Jon Snow?-
you have a heart. And it is good. - Dany removed the goblet from his hand.
- Said Davos, tapping himself on the chest. Tyrion chuckled.
are you willing to go for a walk? And you, Sir Jorah?-
knight laughed and got up, followed by the Bear. The lovebirds stayed alone.
Jorah felt like leaving for a burial after he was escorted out.
and the Wolf were left alone. Jon just realized he was playing with her hair.
-Oh, I am
it’s fine. –
between the lines and touched her hair again. And again. The violet in her eyes
gleamed at his dark gray and he shivered.
-You are a
complicated man, Jon Snow. You pretend to be simple, but the truth is, you are
complex, like a human maze. – Her fingers grazed over his chest, and she bit
her lip, drawing his eyes to her mouth.
are the most stubborn person I have ever met, Daenerys Targaryen, and I have
lived with wildlings. They should call you Daenerys Stubborn instead of Stormborn.-
staring at my good heart, my lord?-
putting the strand down.
-No, I am
not! - He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
She just laughed.
ever bend the knee?-
He slammed his fist on the table and took a large sip of wine.
lands belong to house Stark. House Stark alone. I am King now, one day, someone
else will inherit my throne and life goes on I suppose…-
inherit the North? Your future child?-
don’t think so. Maybe Sansa’s child if she has any. But, you are right. I need
an heir to ensure there’s no war after my demise. It is true what they say.-
do they say?-
-A king is
nothing without a queen.-
-You are a
queen. I am supposed to be a king…-
-Is this a
proposal, Jon Snow?-
drunk to know…-
an odd silence.
you want from me?-
obsidian. And an army would be nice.-
-No, I am
asking you what you want from me. Daenerys, not the Queen.-
left in silence. He thought of Aerys and his grandfather and uncle, and then he
remembered what happened to Dany, who was sold like a brood mare. Was it wrong
to want a Targaryen girl? Oh gods, she was so beautiful… She was an ally, the
threat was coming, and he got drunk in a castle miles away from home. He felt
like a self-indulgent idiot. This was no time to fall in love and daydream
about marriage and perhaps, future children.
like to have children one day?-
have three of them.-
human babies, not reptilian ones.-
barren…- She whispered.
-How do you
cursed by a witch. When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east - she
said sadly. -When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. Then
my womb will quicken again, and I’ll bear a living child. –
believed in prophecies, and that sounds like bollocks. When I took the black, I
never dared to dream about having a child. Now, if I survive this shit war,
I’ll have 20 of those if I can.-
softly at her, a part of his initial hostility was gone. Jon wondered if
Daenerys ever dreamt of having a child or two on her own, and how much it must
pain her heart.
conquer Westeros, I’ll find an heir somehow. It is scary to be the last of your
name. Most people who lost their families decide to start their own, but I know
I am not capable of that.-
family made better decisions in the past, you wouldn’t be alone now, I
think its past overdue to talk about my family and the mistakes they made. What
of your family?-
did Ned Stark die?-
deeply. Part of him knew she was right and he hated it.
never surrender to you, Daenerys.-
the North? Because if you are talking about yourself, I’d say you surrendered a
did I allegedly surrender?-
She got up
from the table and started going to the door. Jon jumped up and pulled on his
doublet, leaving it unfasten. He followed her to one of the many balconies her
palace had. Never in his wildest dreams had he assumed he’d be flirting and
bickering with a queen in her palace. They were looking down on the Dothraki
celebrating their victory. Pyres were lit, people danced and got drunk, it all
seemed so peaceful down there. And calm. Almost made him forget about the
threat in beyond the Wall.
my lords, Sansa, my sister, they all told me I should never go here, they said
you cannot be trusted, that you would never let me go home…-
they were right. – She said, without a single smile.
an unexplainable silence after her words. It was almost comfortable.
did I surrender?-
-You are a
talkative and stubborn Northerner, Jon Snow.-
ever considered me talkative. Or stubborn.-
Your men advise you to stay in Winterfell and you go to see me?-
your armies and support. I thought as a fellow monarch I could convince you to
could have done the same thing, Jon Snow. I am not difficult to convince when
you follow and listen to my terms.-
you, Daenerys. My people had enough. And I did not surrender to you!-
-You did in
that cave! - She finally turned around from the balcony, taking steps to him.
He took a step back into the shadows of the statue of some mystical Valyrian
deity. –You looked at me as if you loved me from the Dawn Ages and became all
concerned and protective when I went to battle! What is your plan?-
her eyes and remembered a reoccurring dream. Sometimes she would close her eyes
and dream of a lover, but it was never Jorah Mormont, Darrio Naharis, Khal
Drogo or any man she met, she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more
comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow. The Mother of Dragons
inhaled deeply; the air tasted sweet. The noise from the Dothraki was gone.
testing my patience and tempting my fury, Jon Snow.-
are entitled, Daenerys Stormborn.-
-All I ever
wanted was to avenge my family. Reclaim what was once ours, burry them where
they’re supposed to be buried, I just want to right some wrong… Don’t you feel
the duality of her words. He touched the moon of her hair again. Her lips
trembled, as if she wanted to say something. He’d never remember what had
gotten into him that night, perhaps the wine or the feelings he was not able to
shake off since they’ve met. He grabbed her face and kissed her, and she kissed
stairs of Dragonstone, Jorah Mormont was drinking some Dothraki brew, listening
to Tyrion Lannister’s story how he brought a honeycomb and a jackass to a
brothel. The Dwarf of Casterly Rock raised his goblet and was about to finish
his story when the knight got up. Jorah felt his stomach turn. Jon Snow was
ferociously kissing his Queen, her hands were in his hair. They parted for a
moment, their foreheads pressing. The King in the North picked her up like a
bride and carried her back to the fort. Tyrion stopped talking and followed
Jorah. Davos got up too.
be damned… - Said Davos.
-I have a
feeling that diplomacy between our factions will go much smoother now, Sir
Davos. – Grinned Tyrion.
remained silent. He suffered through her marriage to a Khal, her affair with
Darrio, but this was beyond everything he expected. Davos decided to twist the
dagger that was drilled deep into his heart by the young Queen.
take it well when we leaves to capture the wights?-
-She will. Her
Grace is made of steel. Don’t you agree, Sir Jorah?-
-This is a onetime
thing for her. She’ll move on like she does every time. Remember Darrio Naharis?-
the Hand of the Queen comforted him.
later, Jorah was suiting up for the fight. He glanced over and saw the Northerners
dressing up too. And then he saw them. He hadn’t spoken to Daenerys since the
night he arrived. She was walking next to Ned Stark’s bastard, a soft smile
gracing her features. He listened to their conversation.
sail with the Queen Rhaella that is
your main ship, if I understood correctly to White Harbor, where my sister will
be waiting for you. And then we’ll meet again in Winterfell.-
you won’t do anything stupid. – She pulled out a moonstone pin out of her
pocket, opened his cape and pinned it on the lining.
believe moonstone guards you from evil.-
exchanged a soft, quick peck on the lips that no one saw and he smiled at her.
Daenerys Stormborn. I promise.-
him and he squeezed her waist, picking her up lightly. They parted and he
jumped up on that boat, waving to her. She waved to Jorah, but he didn’t have
the strength to return the courtesy. The wind blew reminding him of his fate. Jorah
Mormont was not meant for happiness.