Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Love and happiness - Part 1 - Jorah x Reader

For BrittneyLyons2

Daenerys looked on, as her sister watched Ser Jorah leave the room. (Y/n)'s head dropping as the door closed behind the exiled northern lord. A heavy sigh escaping the older sibling's lips, before she too left the room in the other direction.

Even though (Y/n) was born Viserys twin, she was nothing like their brother. Whereas Viserys was cruel, sadistic, immoral and arrogant. A man that could only think of sitting on the Iron Throne and calling himself 'King'; (Y/n) had always had the sweetest nature. She was a gentle, kind woman that had always done her best to protect Dany from their brother; and had no desire to call herself, queen. A woman who had let Viserys take his aggression and dark needs out on her, rather than their younger sibling; and now, all that Daenerys wanted was to see (Y/n) happy. Yet despite it being obvious that she had feelings for the older man, (Y/n) would never say a word to him; only looking at the former lord of Bear Island as he left the room. Dany hating to see the sadness in her sister; hating that no matter how wonderful her sister was, (Y/n) was still alone. But Daenerys would not let this go any longer. She had made up her mind to speak with one, if not both of the parties in question. The younger Targaryen walking off in the direction that her sister had gone.

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(Y/n) stood on the balcony. Her eyes closed as she took in a deep breath. Things were so different now; yet the memories of life on the streets of the Free Cities, of having to survive and deal with what her own twin had done to her, still seemed to weigh her down. Unlike Viserys who had wanted nothing more than to claim back the throne that had been taken from their father by Robert Baratheon, all she had ever wanted was to feel safe, to be happy, and........and be loved. But even though she now felt safe, happiness and love seemed to have escaped her. The older dragon having to content herself with being her sister's advisor, watching as all those around Daenerys seemed to adore her.

"Why do you not speak to him........?" (Y/n) slowly opening her eyes and letting out a sigh. Not having to turn to know who had interrupted her quiet moment.

"What are you talking about, Daenerys? Speak to whom........?"

"Ser Jorah........." Dany replied as she came to join her sister. The pair looking out over the scene before them.

"And why would I wish to speak to Ser Mormont.........?"

"Because you are in love with him and if you were just to talk........." Dany's brows furrowing as her sister as (Y/n) let out an unamused snort, before turning to look at her.

"Love.......? You believe that I am in love with the bear? Well, that would be very foolish if I were true, Daenerys; for I know that Ser Mormont, just like everyone else, only has eyes for you, my dear, beautiful little sister. That he could only and will only ever love you. Blind to anyone and anything else who finds themselves in your shadow. Love is not something I will ever be lucky enough to know, Daenerys. The gods have not seen fit to allow it. The only man that will ever know me, my own twin brother who took what he wanted, before being slain by your husband. So please, sister, never talk to me again of anything as foolish as love.........." Dany taken aback by her sister's words, sure that (Y/n) had never spoken to her so harshly before. The Khalessi able to see the tears pick at her sibling's eyes, as the words left her lips.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to be alone........" The older dragon continued, before turning and leaving her sister; Daenerys only able to watch as she disappeared.

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Jorah made his way into his rooms; a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he began to remove his leather armour. Despite how long they had been with Daenerys that day, not once had (Y/n) looked at him. It as though he had not been in the room. Admittedly it was nothing new, (Y/n) had been distant with him, ever since he and the Targaryens had met. The disgraced lord only occasionally catching her looking at him, before she would instantly turn her gaze to anything else; and when he had tried to speak with her, she would make some kind of excuse, and leave. Another sigh making its way from deep inside him, as he removed the last piece of armour, and took a seat in the chair next to him. Pouring himself a glass of wine, before taking a gulp and allowing his head to fall back.

He had not been with a woman since his wife, Lynesse. And even though he would admit that he cared, perhaps more than he should for the Khalessi, what he truly wanted, what he dreamed of at night, who he wanted to lay with, was her older sister. (Y/n), who despite being the twin of Viserys, was nothing like her brother, in looks, or in nature. And if Daenerys could be described as exquisite, then (Y/n) could only be true perfection. The way that she looked, the way that she held herself and acted, was nothing short of divine, in Jorah's mind. The only thing marring her beauty, the sadness that he could always see in her eyes. The northman always wishing that he could find out the reason for it and take it from her. That he could give her the happiness that he believed she deserved; but if she wouldn't even look at him, never mind talk to him, what was he to do? The eyes of the bear lord moving to the door as a soft knock brought him back to the moment. Jorah quickly getting to his feet as Daenerys made her way into his room, when he called out for his visitor to enter.

"My............"

"We need to speak, Ser Jorah." Dany interrupted, before taking a seat across from him.