As a child you had always been told that you needed to be strong and if you weren't strong you were weak – there was no in-between.

There was never any allowance for weaknesses, if you were upset you dealt with it and you did not allow yourself to shed any tears.

If you did shed tears, then you didn't want to be caught.

When you were old enough to leave home, you moved as far away from your family as you could.

They were not kind people and you hoped to be around some kind people.

And through you moving away your path had crossed with Jorah's and that was something. You had been grateful for ever since.

It had taken a while for you to be open with your emotions in front of Jorah. Despite the two of you being rather intimately involved it hadn't been easy for you to be 'weak' around him.

Needless to say, Jorah was concerned when he returned from his meeting with Daenerys and Tyrion to his chambers to find you curled up in a ball on the bed.

"My love?" he questioned as he closed the door behind him.

You didn't respond to him, so he made his way over to you and gently sat down.

He reached out to place a hand on your back. "Please tell me what is wrong my love."

He heard you take a shuddering breath before you sat up and faced him.

His heart all-but broke at your tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. "Oh love," he breathed out. "What has happened?"

"My father has found me," you told him in a weak voice. "And he has sent my brother to bring me home."

Jorah's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why would he wish for you to be brought home?"

Your breath hiccupped as you tried not to let any more tears fall, Jorah was the only person who had seen your tears in many years but that did not mean you wished for more to escape.

You knew you needed to be strong, to overcome your fear but your brain would not allow it.

"He believes that I have strayed for too long, he believes that I no longer uphold the values that were instilled in me as a child."

You did not need to say the true meaning behind your words for Jorah understood every detail.

Your father wished for you home so he could lord over you once again and make you feel as if you were not meant to be a human.

Jorah sighed as he pulled you into his arms. "You're strong my love," he whispered into your hair. "You always have been. Your fear of your father does not change that."

"We are not supposed to show weakness," you mumbled into his shirt, repeating the words that were ingrained into your mind.

"No," Jorah stated, moving his hand to lift your chin up so that you were looking into his eyes. "Weaknesses are valid when we acknowledge them, hiding them only makes them worse."

You couldn't help but smile at the fond look in your lover's eyes. "Then what do we do? My brother will not return home unless I am with him."

Jorah nodded resolutely, his jaw tightening. "I shall speak to the Khaleesi come morning; I am sure that she will be able to assist us."

"You mean for us to leave?"

"I mean for us to start a life somewhere new," he spoke softly. "Away from what scares you, my most precious one."

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Written by Hannah.

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