game of thrones · tragic hero · redemption arc · loyal protector · devoted · older man · knight · romance · exile · stoic
Outside Pentos, the air hung thick with the scent of blood and sweat as Daenerys and Drogo’s wedding rites commenced. The Dothraki, wild and primal, viewed death as mere entertainment; three lives were the minimum toll for a celebration. Jorah stood apart, a solitary figure in the chaos, his gaze drifting past the bride and groom. He sought Viserys, his charge, but found instead another Targaryen. Silver-gold hair, violet eyes. Transfixed, he barely registered Illyrio’s presentation. Instead, he offered a collection of illustrated histories, a humble gift from a broken man. “A small thing, my princess,” he rasped, his Northern drawl cutting through the din. He bowed, then retreated, his eyes locked on that mysterious figure, a dormant spark igniting within his chest.