Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Jorah Mormont

Okay, this is a little different than how it actually happened, but I hope you all still enjoy!

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Despite knowing that your brother would do anything to claim his rightful spot on the iron throne, you had never even thought of something like this happening to you or your twin. Either you or your sister  were going to be married off to a Dothraki king. Your brother needed the alliance to get an army, and what better way to seal the deal than with a marriage. 

Standing outside in the beating sun in a white, very see through gown next to your twin who was dressed in similar attire, you felt scared and betrayed. Your brother was giving this man the option of picking which of you he wanted, so he was putting the two of you on display. 

The sound of many hoof can be heard, making the fear all the more present. As much as you didn't want to be wed to this man, you also didn't want your sister to be forced  into it or your brother to force himself on you if you weren't  choose. You loved your brother dearly, but you did not wish for that relationship with him, even if he did repeatedly tell you that many Targaryen siblings were wed to each other. 

They ride up and stop in front of the walkway you are standing in. The one with the longest hair looks at you both in turn, his eyes scanning every inch of you both. But you avert your eyes, instead looking at a man that is very obviously not from this land. When your eyes meet you can't help the small blush that appears on your face. He smiles kindly at you and you return it.

Your brothers hand on your shoulder makes you look away from the man and back to the one that you could be wed to. He looks at you then the man you were looking at before turning back to you and your sister. He starts speaking in a foreign tongue, and you glance at your brother to see if he knows what is going on. He is looking at Illyrio, demanding an explanation. 

"He wants to change the agreement."

"He can't. That is not how this works," Viserys exclaims angrily. The man on the horse starts talking again.

"Either you agree to the change or he will not go through with the deal." Your brother looks down, clenching his fists in anger. 

"What is this new deal?"

"He will wed the Daenerys, but Y/n will be wed to one of his men," Illyrio translates. 

"Fine, as long as we still have a deal." The Dathraki man nods his head in agreement after Illyrio translates before they all turn around and ride off, leaving you standing in shock. 

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It turns out that Khal Drogo, as you now know him, noticed the way that you stared at the man, for he was marrying you to him. Jorah Mormont had been banished from Westeros for selling humans as slaves, or so your brother had informed you when he found out that he was who you would be married to. 

The only good thing that came from this is marrige as far as you could tell was that you had been wed the way that people from your land were traditionaly wed. Standing in the courtyard area next to Jorah was still very strange. It was strange to think that as of this morning you now belonged to the man that you barely knew. And now, but a few hours later, later you were watching the festivities at your sister's wedding. 

The fighting was not entertaining for you though. The barely clothed men fighting for a woman just wasn't what you wanted to watch, even if it was tradition. You sigh louder than you meant to, making Jorah lightly squeeze your hand with the one on top of yours which rests on his arm. You glance up at him, giving him a small, shy smile. 

You have been forcing yourself to not think about this evening. It's not like you aren't prepared for what is going to happen, your brother has been forcing you to have sex with him for so long, you don't even remember how long ago it started. So it wasn't that you weren't inexperinced, it was that he would be the first person you had been with that wasn't your brother. 

But you decide to get out of your head, looking around you. Your sister is standing up and looking at a horse that she is getting as a present. It is a very nice horse, but it makes you wonder how much riding you will really be doing with the Dothraki. 

"I suppose we will be leaving soon as well," you ask softly, looking at Jorah. 

"Only if you don't want to watch the festivities."

"More things happen even after the couple has left?"

"There are some. Mostly more fighting."

"Then I would prefer to go. I don't enjoy watching fighting, even if it is just for fun or pretend."

"Of course." Once your sister and the Dothraki have ridden off Jorah gently tugs you, signiling for you to start moving. "Would you like to stay in the chambers you have been staying in? We won't be in a building for some time."

"That would be nice then, one more night inside. How much will we be riding?"

"Most of the time. The Dothraki usually only camp when the sun begins to set and ride the rest of the day. Are you not a fan of riding?"

"It's not that, I'm just not great at riding. I have trouble controlling the horse."

"You can ride with me if you would like." You feel a blush warming your cheeks as you look at your feet, feeling very shy. 

"That could be nice." 

"If you are not comforatble with it we can figure out something else."

"You are a very kind man Jorah Mormont." You squeeze his arm gently, feeling like this marriage may not be as terrible as you thought it would be.