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It was the night they had prepared for, the dead were coming or may have already arrived, but for their own sanity it was not to be of their concern yet. Others had taken to drinking like Tyrion or having a nice chat, some even enjoyed the few moments of pleasure they could have with their lovers. Some enjoyed the silence, such as Jorah did. It seemed to be tradition for Jorah to meditate in natures silence before brutal battle, but it seemed to work either way. As Jorah relished in the silence, he could not help but admire the Valyrian steel blade Sam had given to him. Hartsbane was its name, Jorah had known countless of theses blades scattered across Westeros, his family’s blade as well which he thought only fair to forfeit it to someone he thought more worthy. He eventually returned the blade into its sheath, he would have to thank Sam and return the blade back to him after this battle, “If I survive” he says to himself. Before he can yet again brood, he is interrupted by Grey Worm.
G: Ser Jorah, you seem to be in place that doesn’t happen to be on earth.
Jorah who give his attention to Grey Worm and is amused by his sudden remake.
J: Missandei’s been teaching quite the handful, hasn’t she?
G: (apologetic) Forgive me if I’ve spoken in a tone that does not please you.
J: Don’t worry, there’s nothing to apologize for, we are friends. Tyrion’s tone is the only one I wouldn’t want ringing in my ear, but I must say Missandei is quite the teacher, you get better every time we speak.
G: She is an excellent teacher, but she fails to teach me on how she's so good at disappearing, I can’t seem to find her. Have you seen her anywhere?
J: She might be with our Queen, but I am not certain. You can check just to make sure.
G: Why don’t you come with me, I could use some assistance as I am still foreign to this land.
J: I cannot, I must respect you and your lady’s space.
G: What about your lady?
J: (confused) My lady? What lady?
G: Our Queen, it is only right you speak to her before we have to face what is to come.
J: (Embarrassed) I cannot do such.
G: Why not?
J: She may be revising battle plans or somehow tolerating Tyrion; she could even be with J…
He had stopped himself before he continued, he would never want to admit it, but it was probably the truth.
J: I don’t think it would be polite of me.
G: You told me our Queen is precious to you just as Missandei is to me. So why not come?
J: (stunned) She is precious to me but…Fine, it seems as if I’ve also taught you quite the handful as well (with a smile).
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After quite some time and a multitude of questions and directions they both found them selves by the crypts where Missandei is found seated by the entrance accompanied by Tyrion. Missandei notices Grey Worm and Ser Jorah and greets.
M: Jorrāelagon (love) Grey Worm, Ser Jorah it is good to see you.
T: (Clearly drunk but not too far gone) Mormont!!! Good to see you brooding as usual and Grey Worm always a pleasure.
J: Hello Missandei, have you seen the Queen?
T: Ahh unrequited lover man if you must know she is in the crypts… (Without hesitation Jorah descends into the crypts) but I must warn you her lover is there as well (Jorah too far gone to have heard Tyrion’s remark) Oh and his gone.
Jorah enters the crypt quite fascinated by the structure of the tomb which he recalls far different from Bear Islands. Though he knows his not here to admire he ventures on, only to stumble upon Daenerys. To his delight he continues to approach her but stops when he sees who she’s accompanied with. Jorah doesn’t know what but something in him refuses the fact, but his known for so long they’ve been together, but no one is ever safe from hurt no matter how long you try to ignore it. To see her arms, engulf Jon’s frame hurts him, oh he wishes it was him.
He can’t stand it anymore; he sees Daenerys caress Jon’s check and move her faces swiftly to his. Before he regrets what he sees he leaves quietly and swiftly. Daenerys hears dirt been traveled on; she looks to investigate but finds nothing. She chooses to ignore it and focuses her attention on Jon.
Jorah blinded by the emptiness inside him swiftly walks past the trio waiting outside the entrance of the Crypt.
His sudden swiftness alarms the group.
M: Ser is everything alright?
J: (Hesitant on looking back) Yes everything is quite alright, don’t worry.
Jorah swiftly takes his leave, while the trio remain.
T: There he goes again, of to brood again. I should have made it more clear to him that Jon was there shouldn’t I? I should really learn to address people faster when I’m drunk (Noting to himself).
Missandei and Grey Worm exchange glances of worry as they realize what may have happened.