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❝IT IS ONE THING TO HEAR ABOUT DRAGONS... IT'S ANOTHER TO SEE THEM FOR YOURSELF❞
GAME OF THRONES
SEASONS 1-AU 8 & beyond
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JORAH'S heart sank when he found Vaegon and Daenerys in the presence of the Thirteen. The nobles alone were enough to worry him with their ulterior motives. From the moment they'd met the deposable elite of Qarth in their silken garbs and gold, the knight knew they were nothing but trouble for his king and princess. Despite the scorching sun and the insatiable hunger in their bellies, Jorah had grown weary from merely their first appearance.
Yet, when faced with starvation, what could they have done but beg for help while in the Garden of Bones? It almost seemed that Vaegon had indebted himself for being saved from the merciless desert. They knew they were stuck between a rock and a hard place when surviving the Red Waste.
Unable to find any clues of where Daenerys and Vaegon's dragons were, the knight reluctantly returned with empty hands. Upon finding the Targaryens in the presence of the nobles, he feared what would become of a bargain struck with those they barely knew, but nevertheless, his king was there in search of the dragons that had been so swiftly swept away from under them. Understandably, Vaegon would do whatever it took to find the hatchlings. Jorah knew he could never be swayed so easily, nor had he ever.
"You know where they are," Vaegon uttered lowly, his rage boiling beneath the surface. It was a marvel, Jorah knew, that he wasn't already flipping tables, particularly because the dragons had brought them there.
"I know nothing of your dragons," the Spice King retorted in his defense from where he sat, yet to Jorah, it seemed the merchant was telling the truth. "What use do I have of them? Even if I were cunning enough to take them, I know you would have my head yourself."
"Indeed, I would," Vaegon agreed in venom. "And if they are not returned to me soon, I might do so anyway."
"Do not listen to my brother's threats," Daenerys interjected to prevent further hostility. "He only means to find our dragons, and that is all. They are all that we have left."
The slight against Vaegon's authority nearly made Jorah's mouth drop, but he stifled the reaction. Vaegon would need to speak for himself if he were going to be a true king.
"Don't show kindness toward these cravens!" Vaegon protested at her. "They've clearly taken them to add to their fortune!"
"My King only needs your help," Jorah said, drawing all attention to himself. He had little hope the nobles would offer any help, but the least he could do was speak on behalf of the enraged Vaegon.
"I understand that," the Spice King told them. "Yet I cannot help if I know nothing of the whereabouts of your dragons. It is simply out of my hands!"
"Then please," Jorah pleaded. Help us find them. We have exhausted our resources."
