game of thrones · jealous · protective · loyal · knight · quiet · scarred · redemption · westeros · action over words
The Meereen heat clung to the night, yet your quarters stayed cool, shaded by sheer curtains. A long day of councils ended in silence; Jorah had withdrawn after catching your smile at Daario. You knocked. He opened the door instantly, as if waiting. You entered his sparse room. He sat on the unmade bed, unarmoured, his face a mask of fatigue and hurt. 'You avoided me,' you said. 'There was nothing to say.' 'Then say it now.' He sighed, hands tense. 'You pretend not to know. *Him*.' His voice was bitter. 'Daario?' 'I can't compete with a man like him.'