It is a shame there are so few of us left. We would not need to worry if there was more true Targaryens, loyal and purely bred. [Because no one else counts other than family that was family before they were family and had more family, of course.] I spoke to her, Ser Mormont. She said that the child of her and Khal Drogo had died. What happened? She did not want to tell me. She seemed very surprised to see me at all.
[She touched him, even. When was the last time that happened?]
[ Jorah is hesitant to respond. He's shared far too much of Dany's business with the world, and considering he's trying to get back into her good graces.... ]
Perhaps it still pains her to speak of it. The child was stillborn. Khal Drogo died from a battle wound not long after.
[ It's not a lie, but it isn't the complete truth. It was a mistake to trust Mirri Maz Duur. Jorah knew that from the start, and Daenerys surely must realize now. Viserys doesn't need to know how or why Khal Drogo and Rhaego died; not from Jorah. ]
[Drogo dead. Drogo dead. One of his murderers, dead. This pleases him, as much as it's possible to really pleases Viserys Targaryen. And yet, he cannot let that slip. He cannot risk Dany thinking of him as, what? Going behind his back for information? It's not that he cares that she might become angered with Jorah for it, but he hardly wants her to think he's...afraid...to speak to her so bluntly.]
I was always told that Khal Drogo was one of the most fearsome warriors among the Dothraki. To hear his life was taken in battle is quite startling. He never struck me as one who would easily lose. [But there are knives here, and who is Viserys to refuse to twist one? He cannot stab with a physical knife, hands too shaky. Fingers that wriggled too much. All he has ever had were words, and eventually even those failed him.] I see it more sensibly now that you have told me this. She was very hesitant to speak more on the child. I thought you knew him well. His people seemed to quite like you, to respect you. The loss hit you hard as well, did it not? That sounds very terrible, Ser Mormont. You had others to help you with the burden, I hope.
[He's not apologizing. Not yet. He does not imagine Jorah will take it for genuine, and he shouldn't. Sensibly? Hah. As if Viserys sees much at all in a rational light.]
[ On second thought, maybe Jorah shouldn't have mentioned Drogo at all. He had thought that leaving out the details might twist the story enough to not give Viserys something to gloat about. The Dothraki are not honorable men by Westerosi standards, but Jorah found a great deal of respect for Drogo. The Khal deserved a far more honorable end than he got. ]
He did not lose easily.
[ And, no, Jorah does not take his words as genuine. He was around Viserys for long enough to have a vague idea as to which subjects Viserys will and will not speak genuinely of. Drogo and the Dothraki do not fit into the genuine category. He thinks it wise not to say anything more on the matter. Subject change. ]
Other quarters can be arranged for you, should you wish to be distanced from the Usurper's son.
[The Dothraki were a means to an end, just like his sister. Just like Jorah's sword. Just like, well...most everything he could try and manipulate. Unfortunately for him, the one that he could manipulate the most and best eventually got free of him and
well, here they are. A second chance at life for him, one he's desperate (and in desperate denial about it having happened) to make work in some way, all the while fighting off that madness he denies just as much.]
I would not expect him to. [Jorah wants a subject change? Fine. Pressing much more would not get him anywhere.] Where would you have me go, Ser Mormont? To you? To my sister, who has already offered and I have already denied? Do you fear that the Usurper's son will hurt me? Do you think me so easily overcome? He is a boy. A boy! Surely you do not think so little of me that you worry a boy could see to my suffering.
[ He promised Dany he would keep a watchful eye on both Viserys and Joffrey, but that isn't likely to do much good. He can't watch them all day everyday. He doesn't trust Joffrey not to murder Viserys, and he doesn't trust Viserys to defend himself. Not only would keeping them more than a door's width apart would make his job far easier, but it would ease Dany's worries as well. ]
The Baratheon boy is known for his cruelty. He enjoys killing and does it dishonorably. [ Meaning he could get you in your sleep, pal. Not even Jorah 'Dishonorable' Mormont would do that. ]
There are other men from Westeros here. Men who have either staked their own claims for the Iron Throne or men who have made no claim but aid those who have. Do not make yourself an easy target for them. If you will not reconsider your sister's offer, something else can be arranged.
Edited (WORDS) 2014-01-31 06:19 (UTC)
http://i.imgur.com/F2HynYX.gif are you ready for this
[Viserys is no knight, nor anywhere close to one. His experience with a sword is keeping a hold of its hilt, no matter how ridiculous it looks, and carrying one when he's not supposed to. His experience in combat is nonexistent. What violence he knows is that which he's used against his sister and the lies (not lies, but delusions he must live in or risk proving the talk of Targaryen madness true) that have been spread about his family. He can spit words, cruel words, but when it comes to defending himself or others?
Isn't that a joke.
But still, he can't afford to look as weak as he is, nor come across as frightened. Unfortunately, Jorah knows him better than he'd like him to (and, perhaps, he knows Jorah better than Jorah would like him to, though it's more related to a certain thing than him as a person overall), and so he can't argue on that point. What he can argue on, though:]
I do not care if the Usurper's spawn is known for cruelty or great wealth or keeping the smallfolk in fear or being full of love. [He hopes that sounds familiar. He's counting on it, actually.] I am not trained in any sort of a warrior's way, Ser Mormont, because I never had that chance. [Well...] I grew up in exile, fending for both my very young sister and myself in a fashion that would have surely made both my honorable father and brother very disappointed. To act as though I have no means to defend myself from a boy is far more insult than anything else. There are no men from Westeros who have a right to the Iron Throne. My sister seeks a truce; she is a right fool and has learned nothing.
They are all of them traitors and liars, and they will take any opportunity to carve a smile in her neck. Why would I run from a boy I could handle on my own into her embrace when she does this? She would make it as if we had truly been run through in our beds as children. What else is there, Ser Mormont? You and I together again? No horses, no Dothraki, just my sister to bind us together? Why, it would be as though we had never left!
[If Jorah can't have one Targaryen, does he want the other? Probably not, but he's not going to go that far. Not yet.]
[ Jorah is a patient man. He's very careful (when his heart isn't ruling his head, that is) and rarely acts on impulse, but his patience is beginning to wear thin with Viserys. Surely there has been no House more stubborn than House Targaryen.
Damn though, son. Dredging up old words. Jorah has no long speak to retaliate with. Instead, he gets as straight to the point as he possibly can: ]
She does not wish to see you dead.
[There's another part of that sentence hanging in the air: again. She does not wish to see you dead again. Jorah won't say it. Neither he nor Dany have any proof that Viserys remembers the situation at all. ]
only if you tell me a bedtime story about my awesome family
[What patience Jorah had was rather always lost on Viserys, but his words are not. They cut, they burn, they do nothing but hurt him, though that is hardly anything new. And yet, somehow, they dive straight through the bitterness and anger he's used as motivation to live. Jorah is speaking to him because his sister thinks him weak and fool, not because of any concern. Jorah surely has no concern for him.
He has concern for her and her wishes, nothing more. It was always about that sweet sister.
But—what? If she did not wish to see him dead, why did she allow it? Such a harsh punishment, he thought. Surely not befitting him, a crown so hot it killed. But does this mean she feels regret? Does it mean she might want him again?
It cuts and burns and hurts but it makes sense, or he makes it make sense in his mind. Of course she wants him alive and well. He is her brother. He is the rightful king. She is nothing without him. Without him, she would be dead as a child. Without him, she would not have found her new family. Without him...
She was better off. The day he admits it, however, is the day he's truly lost his mind, and hopefully a day that never comes.]
I see. [He sees nothing. It is known.] Where would you have me go, Ser Mormont? Where would you put me instead?
[ It's true. Jorah will never admit it to Viserys's face, but everything he's done, he's done for Dany. Not once has it ever truly been about Viserys, and never did he truly follow the elder Targaryen as a possible King. He doesn't actually realize how very obvious it is, either. Daenerys doesn't wish to see Viserys dead, so Jorah takes it upon himself to make sure she never does again. Viserys himself really has nothing to do with it. ]
If not to your sister, where do you wish to go? [ He's pretty much offering to pay for paid housing for you, pal. The things he does for khaleesi. ]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRTSZZgCUik — it's just this, isn't it
[It must be rather obvious if a man as blinded as Viserys can pick up on it—then again, it involves his sister. What's hers was his, and the more obvious it became that what was his was no longer her...]
I do not know where there is to go, Ser Mormont. [He wants to go home, same as he always has. There's no more home for him, though. There is nothing for him—did they even cremate him in the ways of his family?] That is why I asked you. You seem to have been here much longer than I. Is it really so difficult to believe I am deferring to your wisdom in this one regard?
[He's deferring for a moment, yes. For a moment, and then he'll most likely chew him out for treating him like a child and tell him off before saying no, he'd rather stay where he is.
It is the way of things, after all. No one help Viserys Targaryen. He won't let them.]
[ It certainly helps that Viserys, for all his faults, is not a stupid man. Anyone who spends enough time with Jorah can probably see it, or imply it, or get a mere inkling of it. He is very obvious. ]
Choose a district. Your sister stays in Hel, I stay in Freya. If neither of those are to your liking, quarters can be arranged for you in any of the remaining districts.
[ He gets it. Viserys is stalling. For one reason or another, he doesn't really want to leave Baldr. But Jorah can be just as stubborn. Regardless of his short patience, he isn't taking that for an answer so easily. ]
Edited 2014-02-04 05:32 (UTC)
adventure beyond compare in the dothraki sea, naturally
What I wish for, Ser Mormont, and in all truthfulness, is this: stop treating me like a child. Both you and my sister, you seem to think of me in such a way. Here you are now, why do you care what happens to me if not for her? I will not die. I have no fear of the Usurper's spawn. He is a child, nothing more.
[In short...]
No. I do not need this. I do not need this from you or her or anyone else. If I need you, I will ask of you. In this manner, I do not need you.
[So caustic, so bitter, and he's trying not to make it obvious his last memories. He has a second chance. Will he do well, or will he go madder than ever? The last one, most likely, but he's going to try in ways that most would say he never tried before.]
Even though I am very against this idea and upset about the manner in which you approached me with it, I do appreciate the offer, even if I doubt that it comes from genuine concern for me. What you may not understand, Ser Mormont, is that I am a Targaryen, and he is the son of the Usurper. Fleeing him would reflect poorly on our family. I am not afraid of him. He is no threat to me. I will not have my family's name stained because I let myself be pulled away and was taken as being frightened.
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STARK raven huh;
that's pretty sad, actually. But I guess they are at least closer in age amirite? OTP. ]
The blood of the dragon may be unstoppable, but it is not unspillable.
Perhaps an army of five thousand strong could take the throne, but Daenerys does not only intend to take back what is hers. She intends to keep it.
i'm glad you liked that;
It is a shame there are so few of us left. We would not need to worry if there was more true Targaryens, loyal and purely bred. [Because no one else counts other than family that was family before they were family and had more family, of course.] I spoke to her, Ser Mormont. She said that the child of her and Khal Drogo had died. What happened? She did not want to tell me. She seemed very surprised to see me at all.
[She touched him, even. When was the last time that happened?]
always;
Perhaps it still pains her to speak of it. The child was stillborn. Khal Drogo died from a battle wound not long after.
[ It's not a lie, but it isn't the complete truth. It was a mistake to trust Mirri Maz Duur. Jorah knew that from the start, and Daenerys surely must realize now. Viserys doesn't need to know how or why Khal Drogo and Rhaego died; not from Jorah. ]
okay snape;
I was always told that Khal Drogo was one of the most fearsome warriors among the Dothraki. To hear his life was taken in battle is quite startling. He never struck me as one who would easily lose. [But there are knives here, and who is Viserys to refuse to twist one? He cannot stab with a physical knife, hands too shaky. Fingers that wriggled too much. All he has ever had were words, and eventually even those failed him.] I see it more sensibly now that you have told me this. She was very hesitant to speak more on the child. I thought you knew him well. His people seemed to quite like you, to respect you. The loss hit you hard as well, did it not? That sounds very terrible, Ser Mormont. You had others to help you with the burden, I hope.
[He's not apologizing. Not yet. He does not imagine Jorah will take it for genuine, and he shouldn't. Sensibly? Hah. As if Viserys sees much at all in a rational light.]
shh;
He did not lose easily.
[ And, no, Jorah does not take his words as genuine. He was around Viserys for long enough to have a vague idea as to which subjects Viserys will and will not speak genuinely of. Drogo and the Dothraki do not fit into the genuine category. He thinks it wise not to say anything more on the matter. Subject change. ]
Other quarters can be arranged for you, should you wish to be distanced from the Usurper's son.
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well, here they are. A second chance at life for him, one he's desperate (and in desperate denial about it having happened) to make work in some way, all the while fighting off that madness he denies just as much.]
I would not expect him to. [Jorah wants a subject change? Fine. Pressing much more would not get him anywhere.] Where would you have me go, Ser Mormont? To you? To my sister, who has already offered and I have already denied? Do you fear that the Usurper's son will hurt me? Do you think me so easily overcome? He is a boy. A boy! Surely you do not think so little of me that you worry a boy could see to my suffering.
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The Baratheon boy is known for his cruelty. He enjoys killing and does it dishonorably. [ Meaning he could get you in your sleep, pal. Not even Jorah 'Dishonorable' Mormont would do that. ]
There are other men from Westeros here. Men who have either staked their own claims for the Iron Throne or men who have made no claim but aid those who have. Do not make yourself an easy target for them. If you will not reconsider your sister's offer, something else can be arranged.
http://i.imgur.com/F2HynYX.gif are you ready for this
Isn't that a joke.
But still, he can't afford to look as weak as he is, nor come across as frightened. Unfortunately, Jorah knows him better than he'd like him to (and, perhaps, he knows Jorah better than Jorah would like him to, though it's more related to a certain thing than him as a person overall), and so he can't argue on that point. What he can argue on, though:]
I do not care if the Usurper's spawn is known for cruelty or great wealth or keeping the smallfolk in fear or being full of love. [He hopes that sounds familiar. He's counting on it, actually.] I am not trained in any sort of a warrior's way, Ser Mormont, because I never had that chance. [Well...] I grew up in exile, fending for both my very young sister and myself in a fashion that would have surely made both my honorable father and brother very disappointed. To act as though I have no means to defend myself from a boy is far more insult than anything else. There are no men from Westeros who have a right to the Iron Throne. My sister seeks a truce; she is a right fool and has learned nothing.
They are all of them traitors and liars, and they will take any opportunity to carve a smile in her neck. Why would I run from a boy I could handle on my own into her embrace when she does this? She would make it as if we had truly been run through in our beds as children. What else is there, Ser Mormont? You and I together again? No horses, no Dothraki, just my sister to bind us together? Why, it would be as though we had never left!
[If Jorah can't have one Targaryen, does he want the other? Probably not, but he's not going to go that far. Not yet.]
go back to your cart viserys
Damn though, son. Dredging up old words. Jorah has no long speak to retaliate with. Instead, he gets as straight to the point as he possibly can: ]
She does not wish to see you dead.
[There's another part of that sentence hanging in the air: again. She does not wish to see you dead again. Jorah won't say it. Neither he nor Dany have any proof that Viserys remembers the situation at all. ]
only if you tell me a bedtime story about my awesome family
He has concern for her and her wishes, nothing more. It was always about that sweet sister.
But—what? If she did not wish to see him dead, why did she allow it? Such a harsh punishment, he thought. Surely not befitting him, a crown so hot it killed. But does this mean she feels regret? Does it mean she might want him again?
It cuts and burns and hurts but it makes sense, or he makes it make sense in his mind. Of course she wants him alive and well. He is her brother. He is the rightful king. She is nothing without him. Without him, she would be dead as a child. Without him, she would not have found her new family. Without him...
She was better off. The day he admits it, however, is the day he's truly lost his mind, and hopefully a day that never comes.]
I see. [He sees nothing. It is known.] Where would you have me go, Ser Mormont? Where would you put me instead?
how about a bedtime story about mormonts
If not to your sister, where do you wish to go? [ He's pretty much offering to pay for paid housing for you, pal. The things he does for khaleesi. ]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRTSZZgCUik — it's just this, isn't it
I do not know where there is to go, Ser Mormont. [He wants to go home, same as he always has. There's no more home for him, though. There is nothing for him—did they even cremate him in the ways of his family?] That is why I asked you. You seem to have been here much longer than I. Is it really so difficult to believe I am deferring to your wisdom in this one regard?
[He's deferring for a moment, yes. For a moment, and then he'll most likely chew him out for treating him like a child and tell him off before saying no, he'd rather stay where he is.
It is the way of things, after all. No one help Viserys Targaryen. He won't let them.]
....how did you know
Choose a district. Your sister stays in Hel, I stay in Freya. If neither of those are to your liking, quarters can be arranged for you in any of the remaining districts.
[ He gets it. Viserys is stalling. For one reason or another, he doesn't really want to leave Baldr. But Jorah can be just as stubborn. Regardless of his short patience, he isn't taking that for an answer so easily. ]
adventure beyond compare in the dothraki sea, naturally
[In short...]
No. I do not need this. I do not need this from you or her or anyone else. If I need you, I will ask of you. In this manner, I do not need you.
[So caustic, so bitter, and he's trying not to make it obvious his last memories. He has a second chance. Will he do well, or will he go madder than ever? The last one, most likely, but he's going to try in ways that most would say he never tried before.]
Even though I am very against this idea and upset about the manner in which you approached me with it, I do appreciate the offer, even if I doubt that it comes from genuine concern for me. What you may not understand, Ser Mormont, is that I am a Targaryen, and he is the son of the Usurper. Fleeing him would reflect poorly on our family. I am not afraid of him. He is no threat to me. I will not have my family's name stained because I let myself be pulled away and was taken as being frightened.
bear island is nothing but adventures
-"You are a child, Viserys. There is a reason I treat you as such."
-"You have already reflected poorly on your family. Have you forgotten so quickly?"
-"You will not die--though you already have."
He, of course, doesn't say any of them. His response is a resignition. He is clearly getting nowhere with Viserys. ]
You know how to contact me should you change your mind.