Back To You // Jorah Mormont (2)

10. Back To You

"Gods... Oceana?" Tyrion blinked awake. "Where are- a boat? A fucking boat?" 

"Hi," Oceana agreed. 

"What the hell?" Then Tyrion noticed Jorah rowing. "Fucking hell." 

"Shut up I'm taking you to my queen." Jorah remarked. Tyrion looked around his hands bound, yet Oceana and San were free to move about the little boat. Oceana sat beside Jorah her hand reached over to touch his knee as though she found comfort in him. Then Tyrion recalled. Oceana was with Khal Drogo's kalassar for a long time, they must already know each other.  But who could this man be?

'You're going the wrong way. My sister is in Westeros. Westeros is west. We're heading east." Tyrion realized. 

"I'm not taking you to your sister." Jorah corrected. 

"You said you were taking me to the Queen." Tyrion reminded him.

"I am. Queen Daenerys Targaryen. She's the Queen I serve."

"What a waste of good kidnapping." Tyrion countered. 

"I agree." Oceana remarked as San reached into the water smiling back at his reflection. 

"So happens we were heading there ourselves." Tyrion remarked. "Not Oceana, she is against the dragon queen yet you convinced her quite easily." Oceana gave tyrion an icy look from across the little boat. 

"What business would you have with the Queen?" Jorah countered stiffly. 

"Gold and glory. Oh, and hate. If you've ever met my sister, you'd understand. So now that it's clear we're on the same side?" Tyrion lifted his arms with a cheeky smile, being as sarcastic as ever since he knew the man wouldn't untie him. Jorah didn't budge though. With a sigh, Tyrion let his hands fall back on his lap looking around as Jorah paddled.

"A high born knight from the North of Westeros, down on his luck in Essos. Dragon epaulettes?" Tyrion spoke. "Bear sigil breast plate. You're Jorah Mormont. I have to ask how, exactly, were you serving your Queen in a whorehouse, half a world away? Is it possible, that you were running? Why would you be running? And why would she have sent you away? Oh, wait!" Tyrion said victoriously. "You were spying on her, weren't you? It's all coming back to me! I was drunk through most of the Small Council meetings, but it's all coming back. You passed notes to Varys's little birds. She found out, didn't she? Found out, and exiled you." knowing Jorah probably wouldn't kill him he kept going. "And now you hope to win back her favor with a gift. A risky scheme. One might even say, desperate. Do you think Daenerys would execute me, and pardon you? I'd say the reverse is just as likely." Tyrion said with a smirk, but Jorah had heard enough from him, he rushed across the little boat over to Tyrion and punched him unconscious. 

"Jorah, You have a nasty habit of falling for drogos girls." Oceana mused. Jorah smiled back at her unable to stop the blush creeping up his neck. "You were spying on her?" 

"I wasnt spying on you." Jorah assured. 

"Who would care about I?" Oceana countered nonchalantly. 

"Me." Jorah remarked. "I never thought I would find my way back to you... then I got the chance to spy on Daenerys in hopes for a pardon, it was wrong but I knew you would go home and I couldnt step foot in westeros and risk being caught." Jorah remarked. 

"You did it, to find me?" Oceana's breath hitched in her chest. 

"I know you loved Drogo, he was your husband but you were my friend and... I may have fallen in love with you." Jorah agreed. "I spied on her for moons telling Varys what he needed to know but she became my friend, I didnt want to see her hurt and I regretted it after a while... mainly because I didnt think you would want to see me again."  Jorah admitted. 

"Why wouldnt I want to see you again?" Oceana countered grabbing his hand, forcing him to stop rowing and really look at her. 

"Because I couldnt stop them from sending you away." Jorah offered. "I couldnt save Drogo, I couldnt keep you with him, with me... I let you go Oceana." 

"I was forced out, you didnt do anything wrong." Oceana assured. "I was so grateful for you and your friendship. You got me out." Oceana declared. "Jorah I would be dead if it wasnt for you." Oceana assured. "I am thankful for you every day." 

"You are..."

 Tyrion woke up some time after that, blinking his eyes, his face screwed up in pain.

"Seven hells, Mormont. You didn't have to hit me that hard."

"You annoyed me, Imp." Jorah countered, "Annoy me now too." for ruining a great fucking moment. 

"If I annoy you so much, why not kill me?" Jorah sighed heavily, considering hitting Tyrion once more. Oceana chuckled turning around in the boat leaning back against Jorah's legs, he relaxed at her touch while San curled up in her lap. 

"I need you, since you're a Lannister. Your sister married King Robert, the man whom slayed the Queen's brother and your brother killed her father. She hates the Lannisters.'' Jorah offered.