It had been a long while since you'd felt those distinct butterflies in your stomach, since you'd been excited at the mere thought of seeing someone and since you had felt the real terror of falling for someone that might not be falling too.

Your courtship with Jorah had not been going on for very long but you couldn't deny the fact that he was slowly becoming a fixture in your life.

And that scared you, it scared you because he still had the ability to leave you and if he did you did not know where that would leave you.

When Jorah had agreed to travel home to Bear Island at the behest of his younger cousin Lyanna, you had opted to go with him rather than stay with Daenerys and Tyrion.

The journey back was long and tiring, you were also grateful that you had listened to Jorah when he had insisted on procuring heavy fur clothing for you.

It had never been said that Bear Island was warm.

From the moment you had arrived you had watched Jorah as he'd spoken to those he had not seen in a long time, made amends for his wrongdoings in the past and apologised to many of his peers for having stayed away from his home for so long.

What little was left of his family had welcomed you; Lyanna had become an ally from the moment you'd held a conversation with her – it seemed as if she appreciated you treating her like the Lady she was rather than the age that she was.

However, despite this, as you were lying in bed waiting for Jorah to return from the washroom all that was going through your mind was what and who you would lose if Jorah ever decided to no longer be with you.

And it was those thoughts that caused the stormy look on your face, the look that Jorah immediately saw when he entered your chambers.

"My dear, what is wrong?" he questioned, making his way to your side.

You sighed as he shrugged off his clothing to lie down next to you. "Nothing my love, I was simply lost in my thoughts."

"Would you care to share those thoughts of yours?" he questioned you again, but in a gentler tone, somehow knowing he was broaching a sensitive topic.

As you sighed again, you propped your head up on your lover's chest and stared into his eyes. "Sometimes, I think, I am going to fall, and you won't be able to catch me."

A frown came across Jorah's face at your words; he could not understand why you would think such a thing, had he not given you reason to know just how much he cared for you?

"And the thought of you no longer being with me is not one I wish to continually have."

Jorah shook his head, grasping your hand that lay on his chest. "My love, never in this life will I willingly leave you," he breathed out as he stared into your eyes. "Never in this life would I not be there to catch you," he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead. "And never in this life should you ever doubt my love for you."

At his sweet words tears formed in your eyes and you could not help the smile that crossed your face. "I am unable to help my wandering mind my dear," you admitted. "But never in this life again shall I question our love."

He nodded, moving his hand to cup your jaw and pulled you closer to kiss you gently, managing to pour his emotions into the kiss to make sure you did indeed know just how much he felt for you.

"This courtship is not a dalliance to you then?" you questioned him with a small smile on your face.

Chuckling, Jorah shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "No, my love, the complete opposite."

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