Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Jorah Mormont - First

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I know it almost isn't Valentine's Day by the time this has been uploaded, but I hope you all enjoy this anyways! It does differ from the story line a bit, but most of them do. 

 Just a warning, this one will have smut in it.

Requested 

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He was kind and thoughtful, something that many people knew. But these two things were something that were so very dangerous when it came to being near a queen and playing the game of thrones. But Jorah Mormont was so much more than that. He was also strong and cunning, and always seemed to know what needed to be said at the perfect time. It made him a strange mix of perfect and terrible for playing this game with the Mother of Dragons.

You never knew what to make of him, the Lannister side of you being very suspicious of him. But seeing as how you were all Lannister and not Baratheon at all, as you had thought for most of your life, you supposed it made sense. You were angry when you found out that Jaime, the man you loved very deeply as your uncle, was actually your father, so you left. Varys hadn't told you that your uncle Tyrion was on the same ship, stuck in a crate for the whole journey, but you were very happy to see him. 

Jorah had captured you and your uncle. Really just your uncle, you had just insisted to go with seeing as he was the only family you could trust and Jorah was more than happy to be delivering two Lannisters to his queen. 

Along the way you got to know him though. You knew your uncle did not approve of it, he glared at you whenever you started talking to Jorah. He was just so interesting. In the evening he would tell you tales of his journey, sometimes stories that he had heard during them, sometimes about the queen and her dragons, it depended on his mood. 

Tonight you lay a bit away from the fire and the two of them, looking at the stars above you. They had always interested you, but your mother had insisted that you stop because it was not something a person of high rank should do. Not that you cared what she said, you had always been much closer to your father, or at least the person you thought of as your father. 

A rustling beside you brings you out of your little haze, and you look next to you to see that Jorah has laid next to you. He doesn't say anything, just looks above. You turn your head to look up again, suddenly noticing that your eyes are bleary, tears running down your cheeks. You reach up and wipe the tears quickly. 

"What is wrong," Jorah says softly, breaking the silence. 

"I think I'm happy," you reply, your voice coming out shakier than you thought it would.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because I'm happy. This is the first time I have ever been free, free of my mother's saying and watchful eyes. Free from being a princess. I can be a Baratheon, even if I am not actually one."

"He helped raise you and thought of you as his daughter. I am sure that he would still love you to this day. But at least you have your uncle."

"Yes, he is the only one that that I can depend on. I loved Jaime, but now that I know he is my father, it was just to much to process. But, I am more like my uncle Tyrion than my mother or Jaime." He raises an eyebrow questioningly. 

"In all ways," he asks softly, leaning his face closer to yours. Your breath hitches at how close his face is to yours, if you leaned up slightly you could connect your lips with his. And it is very tempting. 

"I don't know about all ways," you manage to get out. He leans down even farther, his lips slightly brushing yours in a questioning way. You lift your head up slightly higher to fully connect your lips.