Disclaimer: I do not own any Game of Thrones characters, I'm simply borrowing them.

This is my first Game of Thrones fic, please review and let me know how I did.

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What if the kiss on Balereon went very differently… Dany/Jorah

Thoughts of Jorah

Daenerys had been laying bed for what felt like hours, thinking about her loyal knight.

She knew she had to come to terms with her feelings for him. She remembered the first time she saw him, she was just a child then, he wouldn't have given her a second glance.

She thought he looked like a kind man as he handed her a humble bundle of books. He was not the handsomest of men but somewhere along their journey with the Dothraki she developed feelings for him, she just didn't know what they meant or how to deal with them.

She was supposed to marry the great Khal Drogo and have his child, so she tried to love him. She took what she thought she felt for Jorah and tried to convince herself it was for Drogo. She spent most of her time trying to please the Khal and learning the Dothraki ways and language.

Now that she thinks of it, it was Jorah that taught her the ways of the Dothraki, he was by her side every day.

He seemed content to teach her the language, to help her strengthen her stomach for the horse heart and to provide her with company when the Khal went out riding. Any time she doubted herself he was there.

There was one day that he decided she should learn to be a more confident rider. He spent half they day teaching her how to grip the horse with her legs, how to calm it when it got to excited and how to stay in the saddle at a gallop.

He had laughed at how she gripped the reins until her knuckles were white when the horse took off. He ran after her shouting. "Pull the reins to the side, make her turn around." When the horse calmed down he thought that she had learned enough for the day.

He put his hands on her waist and lifted her down from the horse, letting his hands linger a second. He stepped away and suggested they wipe the horse down with some water. He was smiling and seemed in a good mood, but he kept his distance the rest of the afternoon.

She sighed and rolled onto her side in an attempt to get more comfortable and fall asleep. After a minute her thoughts drifted to Jorah again.

After the Death of Drogo and her son she pushed all of her feelings and focused on her journey to becoming queen and her new dragon children. The last feeling she let herself feel towards Jorah was a twinge of pain and guilt at the look he gave her as she stepped into the fire.

It wasn't until Quarth that her feelings for him resurfaced.