Jorah Mormont

Growing up, you came to acknowledge the fact that your own company is the best company you could ever have, even if the silence felt a little too deafening at times.

From the ripe age of seven, when both of your parents were murdered right in front of your eyes during a home invasion, you had nobody. You were left alone, fending for yourself in the cruel world you always thought was kind. Until ten years later, when fate brought yourself and Jorah together on that sweltering summer’s day in King’s Landing.

Ever since that day, you have always had something to be grateful for.

“The weather is warm today, little dove,” utters Jorah, his voice gruff yet tainted with a softness he holds only for you. “Drink plenty of water before we go out.”