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Anyone who doesn't like the Ojikon style, just turn it off. It's not that exciting but anyway..now I can brainstorm like this~~

In the quiet of the night, there was no sound of life except for the person standing on the central structure of Meereen City. Ser Jorah Mormont was an old man standing there. The atmosphere of the people of Meereen was quiet, probably because it was time to sleep. He thought about many things despite his father. Commander Gior

Mormont at the Wall with the Night's Watch Regarding the problems of the people's livelihoods in Meereen City And the matter of Khallisi's giant dragon 'Drogon' disappearing.

He was dressed for bed, conflicting with his distraught mind and unable to close his eyes. A thin yellow cotton shirt and dark pants. He had a sword, but he probably didn't have to carry it with him all the time. But it wasn't that it was far or far from his hand in any way. It was placed on a table not ten steps away.

A gentle breeze blows against your face. It makes you feel even more lonely. Everything seemed to be deliberately tricking him into feeling that way, including that crescent moon in the sky.

He used his hand to caress his face. The beard has grown in abundance, helping to cover the parts of the face that have wrinkles due to age. Except for the forehead area which began to enlarge because of the hair that fell out. The old man's eyes clearly began to have crow's feet. They looked weak and no longer as bright as when he was young.

It was unbelievable that he could come from a good family. Because his current condition was no different from that of an old farmer who still had enough strength to swing a sword against others. It was not a warrior from Bear Island who was descended from the land lord's family line.

He walked back in and picked up the wine jug and glass, then returned to his original position. The taste was excellent compared to what I had tasted before. No wonder Tyrion A new Lannister member has just arrived and loves to drink. Because he can drink at any time of the day. You can drink it every day. He's drunk most of the time but still has some thought-provoking words or advice that's pretty reliable. Plus there is some useful information.

The seventh glass of wine was emptied easily, and Ser Jorah poured another glass, hoping it would help him sleep soundly. The taste is slightly bitter and sweet at the end, making it easier to drink. More than some of the liquors I've drunk in various cities I've been to in my entire life.

He glanced towards the table where he had placed his sword. It's still in the same place. He gripped the dagger at his side to make sure he would always have a weapon with him in case something dangerous happened.

The sound of very light footsteps Walking closer and closer to him at a steady pace. and was not afraid of him at all The person walking over must definitely be a woman from the sound of their footsteps. Maybe it's Misande or..

"Kalissi," the swordsman from Bear Island said as he bowed to Daenerys Targaryen, a young woman with bright white hair and purple eyes, typical of the family. Dragon Rider's Bloodline Walk in slowly. She was wearing a thin gray shirt that she usually wore to bed. He fell in love with her over and over every day. Be elegant in everything, including sitting, standing, and walking.

Including her eyes that express her feelings in her heart. slim body White skin in the moonlight was probably more beautiful than the old and new gods could create.

“No need to, we are not in sight, Ser Jorah,” she clasped her hands behind her back. Let the breeze move your hair around the collarbone. And the bright hair spread all over her back.

“You should rest now, Calissi.” The old man turned his eyes to his queen standing in front of him.

"It's not me. You are the one who should be resting." Daenerys smiled as always. The moonlight reflected the sparkling eyes. The girl secretly glanced at the Geomchi's hand.

“I..” Jorah felt awkward because he usually didn't even touch the wine. But now it's almost empty.

“Do you have a problem, Sir Jorah Mormont?” She frowned.

"No sir." He continued to conceal the truth.

“Are you going to lie to the queen like that? Lying to your friends like that?" Daenerys' voice sounded suspicious.

“You are not a friend, Calissi, you are the queen..my queen.” The old man looked down.

“I have a lot of unease,” he confessed.

The wind that was blowing against him became so strong that it was impossible to stand there any longer. Jorah walked inside, still holding the pitcher and wine glass. He sat down in a long armchair in the middle of the room. Drop down to the right edge position. Pour the wine into the glass again.

Daenerys followed and sat in the same chair, not too far apart. She gently placed her hand on the old man's lap. Wait to hear him vent his suffering.

"I love someone I don't deserve to love," he said after sipping the wine in his hand. His sad eyes began to shed tears on both sides.

“You are a good man, Ser Jorah; that woman will see your goodness.” The young woman was always kind to him.

“You still don't understand.” Jorah shook his head slowly.

“Why do you say I still don't understand?” She was very dissatisfied. Her eyes said so.

"I love you, Calissi." There was a lump in my throat. Finally, the tears flowed down a face that was marked by time.

Daenerys said nothing more. She wasn't too surprised. Because he was willing to do everything for her. and was willing to even give up his own life His love for him is beyond measure.

“I respect you as a brave and skilled knight. But I cannot accept your love.” The queen shook her head lightly.

“I've known this all along. I shouldn't have loved you..” By this time, the eighth glass of wine had been completely drained. It is related to the wine in the jug where not a drop is left.

Daenerys shifted from the old man's lap to holding his calloused hands tightly. A sweet but serious face

“But I want you to be by my side forever, every time I rule the Seven Kingdoms. I want you to be the right-hand man of the king.”

She kissed him on the cheek, using both hands to support his face. You could feel the hardness of the beard on the man's face.

"I love you, my Daddy Bear. I might love you someday."

THE END

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-I really like this couple.

-There are many Ojicons.