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[QARTH, DAENERYS'S CHAMBERS]
[DAENERYS TARGARYEN stands sadly. SER JORAH MORMONT enters.]
"You came back."
"Where did he go?" Tommen asked and Myrcella shrugged.
"As soon as I heard. Do you know anything?"
"Irri is dead."
Daenerys stiffened but felt only a little bad. Her future self was attached to her and knew her better than she did. She may feel a sense of responsibility for these people, but it didn't mean she had forged any connections with them.
"I know. She was a good-"
"She's dead. She died alone. She died for me and I couldn't protect her."
"Doreah?"
"We can't find her. She must be dead, too. I led my people out of the Red Waste and into the slaughterhouse."
This time a pang of emotion did pass through her. It was her fault in a way...
"I should have been here."
"You went to find me a ship."
"He went for a ship!" Tommen exclaimed.
Myrcella smiled and nodded.
"My place is by your side. I shouldn't have left you alone with these people."
"These people?"
"They are not to be trusted."
"And who is to be trusted? Who are my people? The Targaryens? I only knew one, my brother, and he would have let a thousand men rape me if it had got him the crown. The Dothraki? Most of them turned on me the day that Khal Drogo fell from his horse."
"Perhaps the people who stuck with you and followed you even if it was a dooming cause are your people" Elia suggested.
"Maybe they had no choice?" Daenerys asked.
"They had the same choices as the ones that left. They chose you, they are your people" Elia insisted.
Daenerys nodded. She made sense.
"Your people are in Westeros."
Tyrion snorted. The man was delusional if he thought the Westerosi would welcome her with open arms. Though... she did have dragons and many might support her for it. But they wouldn't still be her people, only opportunist bastards out for opportunities.
"The people in Westeros don't know I'm alive."
"They will soon enough."
"And then what? They'll pray for my return? They'll wave dragon banners and shout my name? That's what my brother believed and he was a fool."
"You are not your brother. Trust me, Khaleesi."
"There it is. "Trust me. "And it's you I should trust, Ser Jorah? Only you? I don't need trust any longer. I don't want it and I don't have room for it."
"Never stop trusting, dear girl. Tust scurinizingly, but never stop. Ser Jorah is right, you won't move ahead alone in this world" Elia whispered.
"Okay," Daenerys muttered. But who would she trust? Her brothers? One would sell her for an army and the other clearly cared more about the dragons than her. Who did she have to trust?
"You are too young to be so-"
[JORAH reaches for her.]
"And you are too familiar."
"He wants you in ways he shouldn't" Elia clarified to the girl.
"Why? I have done nothing to earn it" Daenerys asked.
"Such emotions aren't given, they blossom on their own. You're a beautiful girl Daenerys, it's not a surprise that a man would want you. Perhaps someone in this hall may want you too."
Daenerys highly doubted it.
"Forgive me, Khaleesi. No one can survive in this world without help. No one. Let me help you, please. Tell me how."
"Find my dragons."
"Good luck Ser Jorah" Oberyn shook his head.
[THE FAR NORTH]
[JON and YGRITTE are still walking in the desolate snowlands.]
"How long till we get back to your crows?"
"You need to kill her soon" Brandon the Elder muttered.
"I don't think that's possible... It's quite clear that he can't kill an unarmed man let alone a woman unless he hates them or their crime is big enough to warrant execution" Jon stated.
"Tch, it would have been better if it was you on the screen instead of him." Brandon the elder said to which Jon Snow nodded his head.
"We're close."
"What, a day? A half-day? You don't know, do you? Do you even know where they are?"
"We're close."
"Completely believable" Arya snorted.
"We could be, though the chances of wildling being closer is much higher than the other black brothers" Jon stated.
Arya raised her brows and Jon rolled his eyes.
"What do you think they'll say when they hear about you and me?"
"Nothing happened between you and me."
"I swear it, Old Master King Crow, ser, we were only close together for warmth. And then I felt it, right up against my backside like a club. I can show you the bruise on my tailbone. And before I knew what was where, his Well, it was all out in the open, all angry as you like. And I didn't want to want it, but oh, I did! And he spread me legs and ruined-the shame of it. Now I can never marry a perfumed lord. What will me poor savage father say?"
"She's funny" Arya mumbled, hiding a smile behind her hands. It was not always that people could rile up Jon without insulting him. But when it did happen, it was always funny.
"Turn back around."
"And I thought that we were done, but he said, 'Turn back around' I'll tell you what, Jon Snow. Since it's gonna be your word against mine, and since you can't talk about it without blushing, we may as well just-"
"This Guy is irritating as fuck" Jon muttered immediately cringing at the choice of words. Especially when Robb gave him a sly look.
"What, right here in the muck?"
"I'll keep you warm enough."
[JON pulls on her restraints, releasing her hands.]
"Are you that afraid of it?"
"That's enough."
"It's nice and wet and warm."
"Gods be good" Catelyn muttered in disgust. Of course, it's the bastard that exposes her children to all of this filth. Not by choice, but still his fault.
"Enough!"
[YGRITTE comes closer. JON is tempted but comes to his senses and grabs the hilt of his sword. YGRITTE backs off.]
"All right! All right. Gods, you're dull."
[YGRITTE quickly snares the rope around her leg and pulls JON down to the ground. He grunts and she takes off running. Jon gets up and chases her. She disappears down a slope. Jon runs to where he last saw her and finds her bindings, cut. He hears a whistle and looks up to see YGRITTE and two other wildlings on a ledge above him. She is smiling. Jon looks around to see that wildlings surround him.]
"You're an idiot" Brandon the Elder deadpanned,
Jon turned back and said "It's not me, that Jon Snow is an idiot. How many times have I told you that the two of us are way different? I am nothing like him, I don't dispisse myself for being born, I don't care how many times Lady Stark curses me and I am not as Honourable as him."
Whether it was Brandon the elder, Ned Stark or anyone else they felt odd as to how much this Jon insisted on being different from the one on the screen.
But the one who was worried the most of Jon Arryn especially when he heard him say that he wasn't as Honourable as the Jon Snow they were watching. After all it was honour that would keep him in line after gaining all those powers he got.
[KINGS LANDING, CERSEI'S ROOM]
[CERSEI and SANSA enter.]
"Your mother might have prepared you. You flowered, my dear. No more."
"Gods no" Catelyn muttered in horror. That could only mean one thing, and she did not want that for her daughter, not with that incest-born bastard abomination.
Sansa too understood what that meant, making her whimper softly and clutch her mother's and father's hands. They gripped hers back just as tightly.
"My mother told me, but I thought it would be different"
"In what way?"
"I thought it would be less messy."
"Wait until you birth a child."
[SANSA sits on the edge of the bed.]
"You're a woman now. Do you have any idea what that means?"
"I'm fit to bear children for the king?"
"I don't want to" Sansa whimpered.
"You won't. I promise you" Ned assured her, kissing the top of her head and holding her hand tightly.
"A prospect that once delighted you, bringing little princes and princesses into the world, the greatest honour for a queen."
[SANSA nods]
"Joffrey has always been difficult. Even his birth, I laboured a day and a half to bring him into this world. You cannot imagine the pain. I screamed so loudly, I was sure Robert would hear me in the Kingswood."
Robert grunted. Perhaps if he wasn't drunk he might have. But then again Cersei could also be exaggerating. Childbirth couldn't be that bad.
"His Grace was not with you?"
"Robert was hunting. That was his custom. Whenever my time was near, my royal husband would flee to the trees with his huntsmen and his hounds. And when he returned, he would present me with some pelts or a stag's head, and I would present him with a baby. Not that I wanted him there, mind you. I had Grand Maester Pycelle, an army of midwives, and I had my brother."
"The father of every one of her children" Lyanna muttered.
"When they told Jaime he wasn't allowed in the birthing room, he smiled and asked which one of them proposed to keep him out."
"She isn't shy about dropping hints of who the father of her children is" Olenna mused amused.
"Perhaps she feels nobody can touch her even with a confession at this point" Margaery suggested.
"Perhaps she is stupid and will confess in the end and rid us of that abomination."
"Joffrey will show you no such devotion."
[SANSA looks down.]
"You may never love the king, but you will love his children."
"She's speaking from experience" Tyrion stated, "She truly loves her children. Blindly in one of their cases."
Myrcella pursed her lips.
"I love His Grace with all my heart."
"That's so very touching to hear. Permit me to share some womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. The more people you love, the weaker you are. You'll do things for them that you know you shouldn't do. You'll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children. On that front, a mother has no choice."
Joanna's eyes softened at her daughter's words. What could have happened that skewed her daughter's perception of love? It couldn't just be Robert or Jaime, there had to be more.