#Jorah Fanfiction

[llonelygoddess]

How they react to...Finding out you're pregnant

Romantic Pairings: Ned Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo, Jorah Mormont, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei, Podrick, Gendry

Ned Stark: This man is over the moon when you tell him you’re expecting. He’s raised 5 already but for you he’d raise another 5 if possible lol He’s always got his hands on your belly and asking if you need anything. His favorite thing to do is talking to the baby later at night when you’re asleep, whispering how much it’ll be loved and cared for by the both of you.

Margaery Tyrell: Thrilled. You two definitely planned this pregnancy so she’s thrilled to hear you’ve finally conceived. She’s keeping Maesters around the clock just for you and making sure you have regular check ups. You both love looking at all the fabrics and books and toys you’ll be gifting your baby. She wants this child to have everything she had and more, so beware your child may be spoiled rotten lol

Pre Reek!Theon Greyjoy: Theon doesn’t even know what to say. He’s nervous about what that would mean for you and the child title wise. Would the babe be labeled a bastard? Would you be treated as a whore? The questions will drive him crazy if you don’t bring him back down to earth. As much as he’s there for you, you have to be there for him during this time.

Jaime Lannister: In the beginning he’s more worried than anything. Knowing how crazy Cersei is he has to hide you away, promising to be with you soon. Once he finds a way to sneak away to you for good, he’s all hands on deck. He’d learn to cook a bit, take up the cleaning, even learn to stitch a little to give the baby an embroidered blanket. It’s not what you expected but considering his other kids barely know him it makes sense how serious he is about this one. He wants to get it right this time.

Khal Drogo: He sees you as his goddess, mesmerized with the way you carry his child. He kisses your belly and announces it to the whole Khalasar. During your pregnancy he doesn’t baby you, finding beauty in your strength, but he is wary of you being around the other men. They’re rough and callous and you are soft and breakable, something that keeps him up at night. Whenever he goes out riding he always comes back with a gift that he presents to you in front of everyone.

Jorah Mormont: He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have children, especially with someone as special as you. He’s definitely crying when he hears the news. He can’t help it, a family of his own is all he’s ever wanted. Even knowing how strong you are, he’ll ask you to stay home and to let him do any and all work that needs to be done. He’s heard horror stories of pregnancies going wrong and he refuses to let anything happen to you.

Brienne of Tarth: Finding out you're pregnant would be the scariest moment of her life. Which isn't to say she doesn't want kids, but the world you live in wasn't ready for a relationship like yours. Two non-men finding love within each other wasn't accepted, let alone them raising a child together. Eventually, through many talks with you and Podrick, she calms down enough to enjoy this special moment in time with you.

Missandei: When Missandei first finds out, she's immediately in preparation mode. With the life she's lived she knows how cruel and evil life can be, so she takes it upon herself to make everything as perfect for you and the babe as possible. She’s asking Danaerys for healers and compiling blankets and toys from nearby towns. You’ll want for nothing with her by your side. When she’s not in crisis mode she’s sitting with you in bed fantasizing about the languages and history she’ll teach the baby.

Podrick: He gets so overwhelmed when you tell him he faints. Poor bb. When he wakes he asks if it was a dream and when you tell him no he kisses you. He’s another one that never really thought about having a family but he’s more than ready and capable of doing it. He’s always gushing about you and the baby to Brienne or really anyone who’ll listen. Loves to put his ear to your belly and just listen.

Gendry: He never planned to have kids so young, but when you told him about the baby he realized this was his moment to step up and be better. Being a Lord now he’s able to take care of you in ways he never thought he could. Giving you a handmaid and guards is just the beginning of how he wants to support you. He worries all nine months about whether he'll be good enough for your babe, so please rub his back and tell him he'll be the best dad ever. And he will.

[4getfulimaginator2022]

Jorleesi Fic + Author Rec

In honor of Fanfic Writer's Appreciation Day 2024, I wanted to do a fic rec list for my new fandom, Jorleesi (Jorah x Daenerys from Game of Thrones). Here are some of my top fic recs, and I am also including an author rec list for the amazing individuals who have contributed so much to this fandom! Happy reading and please show all of these great authors some love ❤️ here on Tumblr and AO3!

Fic Recs🔥(with my cover art)

Author recs ❣️

@fandomsbyladymelodrama on AO3

@rileypotter17 on AO3

@salzrand on AO3

charliebrown90

@houseofthebear on AO3

@ser-jorah-the-andal on AO3

@wildfire-1980 on AO3

@gettingovergreta on AO3

@clarasimone on AO3

@terisrog on AO3

@thank-god-and-you on AO3

@thethingswelove on AO3

@bridgr6 on AO3

@toas-tea on AO3

@khaleesa on AO3

@fanoftheknight on AO3

@squilf on AO3

I'm so sorry if I forgot to mention anyone! Thank you again for all you have given this fandom and best wishes from one of your readers! 💗💞💝 And to everyone looking for great Jorleesi fics to read - please go read and review their work!

[thelordsknight]

A Soiled Yellow Shirt

Jorah didn’t particularly engage in any form of self pleasures, whether it was indulging in the foods he may enjoy or giving himself some sort of release. He tried hard to abstain from it, as he was a knight and he lived to serve. This particular evening, was another story however.

Jorah found himself in his quarters on Dragonstone. Freshly bathed from the filth of getting quite literally flayed to cure his Greyscale. The warmer water still burned a bit on his skin, but at this moment he didn’t care. He was finally back with his Queen.

Thinking about his Queen made him a little lightheaded. She was his solace in the dark moments of thinking he wouldn’t survive Greyscale, but now that he was alive… Thinking about her brought back a different kind of feeling. One he didn’t dare think about until they reunited.

Unconsciously a groan escaped his mouth, he found his hand wondering down to his already hardening cock.

“Gods…”

All of a sudden the fantasies were swirling through his head, about his Queen on her knees pleasuring him, riding him, her dainty hands struggling to wrap around his cock. The thought of her lips wrapping around his tip nearly sends him over the edge. A moan escapes out from him this time.

Entirely too soon for his liking, he feels his releasing coming. His hand pumping around his cock trying to coax himself. He can feel his abs tighten and the feeling of euphoria building up. Just as he can feel himself reach the climax, there’s a knock at the door.

“Ser Jorah? Are you in there?”

In a state of panic, he grabbed the closest piece of clothing to him to release his seed into, his beloved yellow shirt. Biting back a moan (partly in disappointment, mainly in pleasure) he emptied himself onto his yellow shirt. Looking down in slight disappointment for ruining his favorite shirt, he sighed. Well, at least he had a reason to not dispose of it anymore.

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

That said, take two seemed to work (*grumble* after 15 more minutes of my life that I'll never get back *grumble grumble*) @salzrand annnnnd we're back on the road again <3

[samieree]

"Born in Flames || Game of Thrones" Masterlist

(fanfiction)(OC x ?😏)

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin]

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter I "Home?"

Chapter II "Long may he reign"

Chapter III "Dragons are extinct"

Chapter IV "Flames"

Chapter V "I'll take what is mine"

Chapter VI "The letter"

Chapter VII "Sworn protector"

Chapter VIII "The man"

Chapter IX "Astapor"

Chapter X "Be careful"

Chapter XI "Why?"

Chapter XII "Follow the vision of a better tomorrow"

Chapter XIII "Yunkai"

Chapter XIV "Second Sons"

Chapter XV "Mother"

Chapter XVI "Happy heart, broken heart"

Chapter XVII "Meereen"

Chapter XVIII "Justice"

Chapter XIX ''A dance''

Chapter XX ''A necklace and a clasp''

Chapter XXI ''Gentle heart''

Chapter XXII ''What the Seven Kingdoms need''

Chapter XXIII ''Refusal''

Chapter XXIV ''The burden of decision''

Chapter XXV ''Lost and admiration''

Chapter XXVI ''Trust''

Chapter XXVII ''Death will bend its knee''

Chapter XXVIII ''Reunion''

Chapter XXIX ''Born in flames''

Chapter XXX ''First, you have to win with yourself''

Chapter XXXI ''Command''

Chapter XXXII ''Dragonstone''

Chapter XXXIII ''Dārilaros''

Chapter XXXIV ''A meeting''

Chapter XXXV ''Advices''

Chapter XXXVI ''We can't win''

Chapter XXXVII ''Nightmares of the past''

Chapter XXXVIII ''King's Landing''

Chapter XXXIX ''Decoying and confessions''

Collages: Jaime swears to Visenya

[jeandejard3n]

Game of Thrones: Old Varyria

[sprintingfox]

New Story Out!

New fic is out! Nightmare (HotD) is available on Quotev, Wattpad, and Archive Of Our Own!

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Past full-length ASOIAF fics (completed):

1. Breaker, Broken (Targaryen OC x Jorah Mormont)

2. Ursa Major (Umber OC x Tormund Giantsbane)

3. Northern Sun (Lannister OC x Robb Stark)

4. Zokla (Stark OC x Theon Greyjoy)

5. Fatebringer (Martell OC x Viserys Targaryen)

6. Undead (Vikings x GoT Crossover; Viking OC x Oberyn Martell x Daario Naharis)

7. Stormbringer (Storm OC x Jon Snow)

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Past ASOIAF one-shots (found in the Sprinting Fox: Unwritten book):

1. Targaryen OC x Aegon Targaryen II (HotD)

2. Targaryen OC x Otto Hightower (HotD —> NOW FULL-LENGTH FIC)

3. Lannister OC (DARK HotD AU) *easter egg of this found in my Robb Stark fic!*

4. Storm OC x Jon Snow (GoT, very brief, no interaction, only fic set-up —> NOW FULL-LENGTH FIC)

5. Targaryen OC x Jacaerys Velaryon (HotD)

6. Lothbrok OC x Daenerys Targaryen (GoT / Vikings —> NOW FULL-LENGTH FIC WITH DIFFERENT PLOT)

7. Hightower OC x Daemon Targaryen (HotD)

8. Targaryen OC x Yara Greyjoy (GoT)

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Future ASOIAF fics:

1 & 2: HotD OCs (HotD S1 - onward) *no true love interest + may have darker themes*

3: TVDU OC in HotD fic

[badwolf-gallagher88]

Day 10 - First Time

The first time Jorah Mormont saw Daenerys Targaryen, he thought he had seen a ghost.

Her platinum hair rested in soft waves down her back, twisted and braided around her head. A silver comb clasped the braids, securing them neatly. She turned slightly, talking quietly with the perfumed and pampered Magister alongside her. Suddenly, her carefully guarded features exploded into a smile, the warmth of her laugh reaching Ser Jorah’s tired ears. 

That was when he saw it, the ghost.

He remembered his only meeting with Rhaegar Targaryen well. The young prince, too, he had only glimpsed from a distance. But the laugh -

The laugh radiated through the whole of the great hall in which they had stood, flickering as brightly as his white-gold hair. It had lit up the room, vanquishing the darkness of night into the very corners, filling men with faith and hope. The minute the knight heard the sound from the young girl’s mouth, he knew the rumours of her identity were true. 

As he stood and watched the smiling princess, Jorah felt a hand at his arm. He turned, reaching for the hilt of his sword, only to find his wrist trapped. He looked upward, and was met by those same deep purple eyes that had so fascinated his recollections.

Vicerys. 

Jorah sighed, letting go of the sword. The young prince sneered, then finally let go of his wrist.

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” he murmured, turning to glance back at his sister. She was now sitting, her dress gathered neatly about her crossed legs. She lent backward onto her hands, head tilted to the side and mouth slightly open, as if about to speak. Yet, instead she listened, unaware of what went on amid the courtyard’s stone pillars.

Jorah merely nodded. He did not wish to engage this boy in conversation. If the rumours were true… Well, they were as cruel as any mummer’s farce. 

“I wouldn’t get my hopes up, knight. She will be wed on the morrow. The Khal… I hear he doesn’t like to share his brides. A brother he can’t deny, but an errant knight… I would be careful, Ser.”

He stilled, his blood suddenly inflamed by Vicerys’ imposition. The boy was a fool. He cared little for what the prince assumed of his own desires, but to assume Khal Drogo would put up with his skulking - and more. He shook his head imperceptibly. Yes, the boy was a fool.

Vicerys clapped him on the arm, not without force, and went to join the Magister and his sister. He felt his heart beat quicken as the prince approached her - a distinct sense dread gripped him. He was not quite sure why, but something about the prince was threatening. He sensed the boy would rather not have a competitor for his throne, even one who did not, as yet, care to challenge him. 

The knight remained closeted in the shadows for the rest of the day, watching and waiting. His mind had been preoccupied - he remembered little else of that first day.

Jorah Mormont knew, however, the first time he had seen Daenerys Targaryen, that he had seen a ghost. 

And that ghost needed protecting.

[thank-god-and-you]

Vivat Crescat Floreat [06/19]

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jorah Mormont, Daenerys Targaryen; Dany/Jorah.

Fic Summary:  [Showverse] She tells him that she has been grappling with things she can no longer ignore. Things that were as dormant as those three petrified dragon eggs once were. Things that came alive inside her not from fire, but in the icy, barren snows of Winterfell. Snapshots of Daenerys’ relationship with Jorah in the early years of her reign.

Chapter Summary: Jorah brings a token of affection to his queen.

Warnings: None.

Notes: Prompt–“flower shop”.

Link here on FFN and here on AO3.

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Would you ever write for Jorah Mormon?

Hiii, yes, I would !! 🐻⚔️ It would probably be a one-shot tho 🤔 depends on the idea really

Also, I'd love to write something about The Hound 🐶 and more about Aemond !!

[clarasimone]

Snow Belle and London Blue meet Lady Daenerys and Lord Mormont

Once upon a time, one beautiful spring morning, I believe I was born under lettuce leaves.

It had to be because it’s where I was found by my mistress, Lady Daenerys! Just a wee ball of white fur asleep in the smallest of all the wicker baskets to be found in Holland Park. At the farmers’ market, that is, where Mrs Turnip sold her greeneries… and one tiny rabbit, that fateful day.

“Jorah, look!” Daenerys had exclaimed. “Isn’t she adorable?”

I remember being picked up inside the softest of dainty gloves and cuddled gently, right up to Lady Daenerys’ rosy cheek. “Shall we keep her? Please say yes!”

Well, how could her Lord husband resist… with our porcelain complexion and violet eyes looking up at him with such expectation? He stanced for a second next to the stalls, his tall silhouette protecting us from the sun—and what a dashing figure Jorah Mormont cut in his peacock satin waistcoat, and chestnut long tails, especially as he couldn’t quite hide his amusement behind the ginger gruff of his beard. We barely had time to bat our long eyelashes at him before he bent down towards us feigning needing a better look.

“Mmmm,” he rumbled low, looking at one and then the other. “You are both so pretty, I’m not quite sure which one I should bring home.”

“Jorah!” Lady Daenerys exclaimed, laughing, while I silently hoped he would pick us both.

And he did! (The rest on AO3)

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

@salzrand​ <3 #DaddyLannisterIsADilf

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter X "Be careful"

Chapter XI ''Why?''

She was shocked, that was her reaction to these words. Did he just... Offer to kill Daenerys for her...? Where did he get the idea that she wanted this? And what makes him think that if her aunt lives, there will be a massacre in Astapor? How can he walk up to her just like that and say such things?

"What? No...!" she replied after the first shock had passed, although she still couldn't believe what she heard.

She wanted to say something else, dozens of thoughts were running through her head, which she tried to weave into one sentence, but a scream behind her interrupted her.

"You!" she turned sharply away from Roran, noticing that the Slave Market was suddenly no longer so crowded. "How dare you? How dare you call yourself her family?"

She felt like she was in a dream when this man - whom she had feared ever since she met her aunt - Jorah Mormont, had a sword pointed at her. She recognized the same glow of hatred in the blue eyes as in her dream, but also sadness and disappointment.

"Lower your sword." Ser Arthur stood in front of her, sword already drawn. His voice was unusually calm for the situation they were currently in.

"How can you call yourself a knight? How can you defend her if you know what she's planning?"

"Put your sword away." he repeated, not referring to any of the accusations thrown at him.

"No." the word was almost as sharp as the sword itself.

Visenya instinctively took a few steps back. She wanted to somehow stop what was about to happen. She didn't want to see any of them die, even though - believing the stories she had heard or read - she already knew the outcome of this fight... Yet despite this, she was now in fear for her life in a way comparable to how she had been when she fled King's Landing.

Before she realized that bloodshed was unfortunately inevitable, she noticed something else...

"Where is Roran?" she said it quietly to herself. She quickly looked around, there were still some people in the market, although everyone was staying away from the knights who were pointing their swords at each other. Even with this amount of people, she could say that Roran was nowhere to be found. He ran away? He got scared? Or maybe...

How stupid I am... Stupid, naive child...

Before she could think it through, she ran back to where she and her aunt currently lived. Thoughts about the duel between the two knights were pushed to the back of her mind by the growing fear for Daenerys' life.

Ser Arthur was right, how could I not see that Roran was manipulating me? Is that even his name? Why is he doing this? Why does Jorah want to kill me? Was he manipulated too?

If she dies... I will never forgive myself. It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault...

With these thoughts, she ran, squeezing between people. Some people looked at her like she was crazy as she ran past them, never slowing down. Sometimes she bumped into someone and hurriedly muttered an apology without even turning around.

Because of this, she didn't notice someone who was following her like a shadow.

It was already getting dark when she ran into the house, she couldn't even see much because the candles didn't provide enough light to enlighten the entire room. In this light there were no signs of any struggle, did she panic unnecessarily? But if Dany was at home, she probably would have come out to her by now, or at least said something...

Maybe she also went somewhere? No, impossible, Jorah would be next to her then, he wouldn't leave her alone outside the house...

What if she sent him to kill me?

She didn't know what to think anymore... Was Daenerys also manipulated by Roran? Did he talk to her too, wanted to turn her against her niece? Or maybe he told her that I wanted to get rid of her? That would explain Jorah's words...

Everything in her head instantly froze when she entered the room where the dragons were kept. as soon as she crossed its threshold, she was struck by the squeals of these animals, as well as the sight of a bleeding woman lying on the floor. She immediately rushed to her, placing her hand on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, even though it was too late.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes and immediately flowing down her cheeks. It hurt more than the knowledge of what had happened to her parents and siblings... She had no influence on those deaths, she could mourn them, it could hurt like hell, but she had never known them, so she quickly stopped crying at the memory of their stories. But now... She was directly responsible for it. It was her stupidity and naivety that cost her aunt her life. She had already gotten to know her and like her, she was good, she was so good... She could have done so much good, she shouldn't have landed under the cold ground, Visenya should have been there as a punishment for her mistakes, not her.

"Why?" she raised her tearful gaze at Daenerys, who said these words with obvious difficulty. She saw regret in her eyes. Even if she was told that Visenya had decided to kill her, she wasn't angry, but disappointed... Devastated that her niece turned out to be such a person...

But that's a lie! I didn't want to! In this short time I have managed to love you, I would never want you to die!

"I didn't... I'm sorry... I didn't... I... I didn't mean to..." the tears prevented her from speaking, much less seeing if Daenerys had heard it before her vision went blank. She almost choked on her tears as she rested her head on her aunt's chest and closed her eyes.

She didn't try to control herself, she didn't want to. She should despair at her stupidity, it was her fault, if she had been smarter, if she had listened to ser Arthur and his suspicions, this would not have happened.

She felt so terrible that she didn't even think that the killer might still be in the house, or even in the same room. Or she thought about it, but she wasn't going to worry about it? If she dies, it will be an appropriate punishment. Maybe she will find solace in death? Maybe she will be overwhelmed by darkness and emptiness, where she won't feel anything? So what if she doesn't feel joy anymore, if she has never really experienced it anyway? So what if she doesn't feel joy, if now she is consumed by sadness and if it left with her soul, it would be easier for her body. Even if it were to lie a few meters underground.

A few steps away from her, a candle flame reflected in the blade of a dagger covered in blood. Roran slowly raised his weapon, silently approaching his next target. He was already standing right behind her. He carefully crouched down to give himself a good opportunity to strike her right in the back.

He was about to swing and plunge the blade into Visenya's back when suddenly the sword stuck into his back and came out on the other side.

Hearing these sounds behind her, Visenya instinctively raised her head and turned towards the attacker crouching behind her with a sword piercing his chest.

"Who do you work for?" shaking, she barely understood these words, and in the darkness she couldn't recognize the face of the person who saved her. She moved back against the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to somehow control the shaking of her body.

The man remained silent, even though he didn't have much time left. It seemed that he would not betray the person who had commissioned him to do all this, but when the defender twisted the sword stuck in his chest, he choked something out of his throat. It was very slurred and softly spoken - or rather groaned - but it was understandable.

Spider.

She knew who had that nickname.

The murderer's body fell to the ground and after a while blood began to ooze out of it, staining the floor.

Immediately afterwards, another person rushed into the room, visibly nervous at first, but the sight of the man who had saved Vis and herself seemed to calm him down a bit. Visenya was still quite distant and didn't see who she owed her life to, but she wasn't going to change that anytime soon. She kept her eyes on the floor, tears already drying on her cheeks. Her hand was still dirty with Daenerys' blood, some of it soaked into her clothes as she hugged her knees.

I have her blood on my hands. Ser Jorah's too, if he's dead...

Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan looked at her and whispered briefly to each other before Arthur told him to leave him alone with Visenya for a moment. He approached her slowly and crouched down next to her. At first she didn't notice it, as if she was still stuck in her own reality.

"You killed him...?" she asked, sobbing softly. He nodded in response, and she cried a little louder for a moment. "It's all my fault..." she raised her eyes a little, directing them towards the dragons locked in their cages, who were constantly screeching and demanding attention. "I don't deserve anything, what will I do now..." she hid her face in her hands.

"Everyone makes mistakes... It's important not to give in to them and learn from them. As long as you live, you can still change things." She shook her head, as if not accepting Ser Arthur's words. This mistake was catastrophic, how can he just accept it as a lesson and move on? "If you just sit there and cry, they won, it will all be in vain." she still didn't want to listen to him, even though some part of her told her that he was right. If she continues to despair, it will be as if the murderer had achieved his goal and destroyed her. It's just hard to accept a mistake when it has had such terrible consequences... "Do you want it to drag you down like it happened to your father?"

At the mention of her father, she slowly removed her hands from her face and looked at Ser Arthur.

She looked... Maybe not horrible, but definitely like a picture of despair. Her eyes were red from crying, her cheeks were wet with tears, and she was sniffling. She looked like she could fall to pieces at any moment. In this terrible condition, she had to find the strength to wipe her tears and decide to move on. He can't do it for her, no matter how much he wants to.

"Don't dwell on what you did wrong. Learn from it and leave it behind, don't go back to it, don't let it drag you down. This is the way of the world, cruel and merciless, no matter whether you are a good person or a criminal." he paused to think about how he wanted to put into words what else he wanted to say to her, before continuing, in a slightly quieter voice. "You have a gentle heart. Now you could consider it a flaw, say that it only bothers you... But if you decide to move on, gain strength and support, you can change the world for the better. I believe that nothing happens without a reason. The same way I believe in you."

As he said this, her eyes remained focused on him. She knew he was right that she couldn't grieve and dwell on this moment forever, or it would eventually come to define her life. But...

Can she change the world? If it's cruel, how could one soft-hearted person change it? How can she find the strength to make bold and sometimes difficult decisions to change this world for the better? How will she know what is good? Why should anyone listen to her, follow her vision of the world? How to find the strength to get up, wipe your tears, look yourself in the face and say: I screwed up, but it's not over yet.

I owe it to her. The thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

If she wasn't going to move on for herself, she should do it for Daenerys, for her goal. She is dead because of her, but her goal is not dead, she can pursue it. She owes her at least that much. That's right, if she gives up, the murderer and his employer will win. She can't let this happen. 

Daenerys would not allow that. As far as she was able to get to know her, she knew that she had been through a lot in life and had finally learned to turn suffering into motivation, into strength. She should learn the same. She should be like her or better, if possible.

Not only for her, but also for all those people who suffer in chains. After all, she had lived as a slave for seventeen years and even so was treated better than all these people. She had never been punished as severely as they were. No one deserved this, no one deserved to die like these people from the Walk of Punishment.

For Selaria. For her, who stood first with her mother and then with her. She gave her life so that Visenya could run away and start a new life. Perhaps even avenge her family and claim the throne of the Seven Kingdoms.

For Ser Arthur, who turned out to be her true friend in all this, who did not abandon her, who saw her in her most vulnerable form and still did not abandon her saying that she is weak, but decided to help her get up from her knees.

She had just realized how naive she was, but at the same time she found the confidence to completely trust this knight and the oaths he made to her. If someone like Ser Arthur Dayne believed in her, then she should too.

"Thank you." they were just two words, but they expressed more than any monologue she could have ever delivered. In these words and that very gentle smile there was a promise of everything she had already promised herself in her head.

When she reached out to take his hand, it meant more than any possible declaration of trust. The squeeze of her hand gave as much encouragement and motivation as all the previous words put together.

I will be better. I will predict events. I will change the world for the better, I promise. For Daenerys. For Selaria. For myself. For everyone.

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-> Chapter XII "Follow the vision of a better tomorrow" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[youcancallme-ray]

New Chapter!

[sprintingfox]

New fic is out! Zokla (Theon Grejoy x OC) is available on Quotev, Wattpad, and Archive Of Our Own!

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Past full-length ASOIAF fics (completed):

1. Breaker, Broken (Targaryen OC x Jorah Mormont)

2. Ursa Major (Umber OC x Tormund Giantsbane)

3. Northern Sun (Lannister OC x Robb Stark)

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Past ASOIAF one-shots (found in the Sprinting Fox: Unwritten book):

1. Targaryen OC x Aegon Targaryen II (HotD)

2. Targaryen OC x Otto Hightower (HotD)

3. Lannister OC (DARK HotD AU) *easter egg of this found in my Robb Stark fic!*

4. Storm OC x Jon Snow (GoT, very brief, no interaction, only fic set-up)

5. Targaryen OC x Jacaerys Velaryon (HotD)

6. Lothbrok OC x Daenerys Targaryen (GoT / Vikings)

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Future ASOIAF fics:

1. OC x Viserys Targaryen (GoT S1 - onward)

2. OC x Yara Greyjoy (GoT S1 - onward)

3. HotD OC (HotD S1 - onward) *no true love interest + may have darker themes*

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Potential One-Shots

OC x Cregan Stark

OC x Rhaenyra Targaryen