Daenerys: leaving Qarth

August 5, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, Daenerys and Ser Jorah Mormont, Daenerys Targaryen, Dothraki, Fan-Art, Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Targaryen, Uncategorized by Daenerys Targaryen

Previous post (House of the Undying) Leaving Qarth: I awoke to the bright sun burning my eyes,I know not how long I slept, seemed like days. Stumbling from the warmth of silken covers, donning a robe, I then roamed out onto the marble porch. Breathing in the morning air -I sighed, knowing the road ahead of me would be anything but easy. I broke my fast on persimmons and sweet wine, enjoying the brief silence. My meal was interrupted by the approaching footsteps of a very excited Bear. Ser Jorah, looking as though he had not slept in at least
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Daenerys: The House of the Undying

June 14, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, Daenerys and Ser Jorah Mormont, Daenerys Targaryen, Dothraki, Game Of Thrones, Khal Drogo and Daenerys, Season 2 by Daenerys Targaryen

House of the Undying Part one Daenerys: A mother never abandons her children I looked up at “The House of the Undying”, which by the looks of it was nothing more than a simple tower, no windows, and from my observation no doors. My heart was in my throat as I climbed the steps. Kovarro said, Vaes leisi, zhey khaleesi. Me nem nesa, “A house of ghosts, khaleesi. It is known.” Kovarro continued, finne loshaki? “Where are the guards?” . Ser Jorah responded with, Vo loshaki. Moveki addrivi k’athmovezari, vo ki tawakofi “No guards. The warlocks kill with sorcery, not
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Re-cap Daenerys- The Red Waste

June 13, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, Daenerys and Ser Jorah Mormont, Dothraki, Fan-Art, Game Of Thrones, House Mormont, House Targaryen, Khal Drogo and Daenerys by Daenerys Targaryen

A look back at Daenerys and Ser Jorah during Season 2 and A Clash Of Kings At the end of our re-read, Dany, Ser Jorah and Khal Drogo will be collaborating on “The House of the Undying” Daenerys Targaryen“The Red Waste” (POV) The Khalasar walked alone gazing out at the red sun-scorched clay ahead of them. Before leaving the grasslands, Ser Jorah had been hesitant about marching on toward Westeros. Sun and red rock were all that loomed before us and behind was my weary Khalasar and their fallen. Drogon’s tail swirled around my arm as he hissed and snarled
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