Set in S7E5. Pardon any grammar mistakes I made or is I made the characters a little ooc.

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Ser Jorah Mormont stood on deck as the ship sailed closer to Dragonstone, the island where his Queen is occupying and preparing to take back her throne. Something he will serve her for in her quest.

For months he suffered greyscale that would've killed him slowly and made him lose his mind in the next ten months if he kept breathing. He lost hope when that Arch Maester told him there was no way to save him, he was ready to take his own life than let the disease destroy him.

Yet that man, Samwell Tarly, kind, brave and defiant towards to the Arch Master's orders chose to save him because he served with the Old Bear; Jorah's Father. The young man succeeded, though the memory of how it was done still horrified Jorah to the core since the former basically had to tear off the latter's skin and not scream in pain. Seriously, he's been stabbed, shot, beaten half to death, and then he was skinned alive. Talk about shitty luck.

Jorah sighed as he thought about what the young Tarly told him, 'You are not dying today.' Those words rang through his head like a bell. For a moment there, he thought it was his Father standing there, ordering him not to die. Then again, his Father saved Tarly's life many times at the Wall, and in turn, Tarly saved the Lord Commander's only son. So in away, his Father did save him without meaning to.

Thinking about his Father stabbed him in the heart knowing how he disgraced his House for a love that wasn't real when he sold poachers off to slavery. He could only imagine the look of disappointment, anger and rejection on his face when he received the news of his son's crime. He knew that in exile he would never see his Father again. Yet there was that small hope that when he arrived with the Dragon Queen, he would meet with the Old Bear again and tell him how sorry he was and that he deserved a better son. How cruel the Gods were when they took him from this world before that could happen, to find out that someone you loved and admired deeply died continents away at the hands of his own men brought pain and anguish onto the Old Bear's son.

Jorah shook those thoughts away as he got into the dingy and rowed toward the island shore with the intention of reuniting with his Khaleesi.

When he set foot on the sand, Dothraki men approached him, demanding to know who he was and what he wanted. He answered them in their tongue that he was the Queen's sworn sword and advisor. He was surprised to find out that the Dragon Queen flew off to battle on Drogon in order to burn down a Lannister army. With no other choice but to wait, he decided to kill some time by walking around the island, hoping to distract his worrying thoughts on the Dragon Queen, wishing for her safe return.

The sound of dragons screeching caught his attention, making him turn his head to see Rhaegal and Viserion converging together in the field a little ways from the castle. His curiosity piqued when he saw them lowering their heads to something, leaving him to wonder what was happening as his feet carried him to the dragons. As he got closer, he fully expected to see the Queen's younger children feasting on a dead animal. Imagine his surprise when he saw a an old man who looked beyond his years smiling up at the dragons whose snouts were being stroked by his withered hands. He was talking to them, though Jorah couldn't understand due to the winds, he could tell that the elder was praising the magnificent creatures.

The old man removed his hand from Rhaegal's snout, a look of wonder clear upon his face before the two dragons flew away together, leaving the old man and Jorah alone, "Are you lost good sir?" the elder asked, turning his head slowly in Jorah's direction, sensing his presence as his eyes stared into nothing.

'He's blind?' was all Jorah could think about as he approached the elder, "No, I was just wandering around. Forgive me for intruding, not many people would ever get close to a dragon, let alone touch them given their size and power." Jorah said, still in shock over what he witnessed his eyes turned to the sky where the dragons circled about.

"Aye, but I'm not like many people." The old man said, both hands on his cane as his gaze also turned upwards, catching the sound of wings flapping and dragons bellowing, "I may not be able to see, but I don't need my sight to experience the wonder and beauty of actual dragons. Cross that off my list of things left to do." he said with a relaxed smile, Jorah's eyes going back to the old man, knowing what the other meant with that phrase.

The old man turned back to Jorah with a welcoming smile, "My apologies, I didn't catch your name." he said, wanting to know how he should address this newcomer.

Jorah righted himself before he bowed his head in respect for the elder, "Ser Jorah Mormont." the moment he said his name, the elder's smile disappeared to be replaced by bewilderment. It took another moment before he opened his mouth, "Jeor Mormont's son." now it was Jorah's turn to stare at him in bewilderment, not at all expecting his Father's name to cross his lips, "You knew my Father?"

The elder nodded, a sad smile on his face as he shuffled in Jorah's direction until he stood in front of him before he raised a hand to the latter's face and rested his palm upon his cheek. The bear stood frozen as the other's blank stare chilled him to the bone, not knowing what else to do before the elder removed his hand. "You are...you are his son." he said as though he was reunited with his dear friend.

Jorah noted that he was dressed in Maester's robes and chains, and came to one conclusion, "You served my Father in the Night's Watch." The elder nodded before Jorah asked, "What name do you go by?" the elder smiled, "Aemon." was all he said as Jorah gave him a questioning look, "That's a Targaryen name." he stated, remembering the names Targaryens usually take on. Aemon continued to smile, "Indeed it is." he said, knowing the kind of facial expression the Mormont was making.

Aemon heard whispers within the castles about Dany's sworn sword and was surprised when he found out that it was the former Lord Commander's son. How the Gods love to play with the fates of their followers. A bear and a dragon working together just like himself and the Old Bear.

"But-how-?" Jorah couldn't find the words since the only Targaryen alive was Daenerys herself. Yet this man was ancient, and the only Aemon he could recall from his history lessons regarding the Targaryen reign was that Aegon the VI had an older brother named Aemon. Counting back the generations, he realized that this Aemon was the same one who refused the throne and gave it to his brother, Danenery's great-grandfather.

"I'm too stubborn to die." Aemon answered the question Jorah struggled to ask. "Pardon me, but can we sit?" he said, his frail body feeling tired again after the excitement he experienced when he was petting those dragons.

Jorah nodded before he spotted a rock that was suitable for sitting, "Over here." he said as he guided the elder to the rock before the latter took his seat, his cane held in his hand as he stared ahead, but still kept his attention on the bear who stood with him, ready to assist him if needed.

"I assume that you already know about what happened." Aemon said slowly due to his age, but mostly because he didn't know how to confront this delicate subject for Jeor's only son.

Jorah nodded, "Aye. News doesn't travel fast, but it arrived." he said, remembering that moment when Tyrion accidently revealed what became of his Father.

"You'll be relieved to know that his murderers already met their fate at the hands of those who were loyal to your Father. They gave him the justice he deserves." Aemon said, remembering the joy he felt when Jon and his crew came back victoriously.

Jorah smiled slightly, happy that his Father's death was avenged, "Thank you, that gives the closure I need." he said, though in all honesty, he wanted to be the one who avenges his Father, the justice he would've given his Father would've been his last gesture of love as his son.

"No it's not." Aemon stated bluntly, making Jorah turn to him in confusion as the former shook his head, "That's not what you truly want regarding your Father." he paused as he sighed, "I can hear it in your voice. You're not the first to lose a beloved family member across the country, and you won't be the last." he said, knowing all too well how that felt when he received word about his family's House.

Jorah looked down, that biting feeling coming back before he choked out, "What exactly are you trying to tell me Maester?" he asked, not really sure if he wants to know the answer.

"The real closure you seek is something Jeor alone could give to you. But he's not here, so I'm here in his place to tell you a thing or two about your Father." Aemon said, knowing that his old comrade would want this moment with his only son, to reconcile the mistakes that were made years ago.

Jorah shook his head, "You shouldn't. I disgraced him and our House because of my foolishness. He trusted me when he made me Lord of Bear Island and I sold poachers to slavery and fled before I could get executed. You don't have to tell me how my Father felt when he received the news, how angry he felt when his only son tarnished our family name." he said, self-loathing coming back as the wind picked up a little, making his cloak fly about, as though to emphasized the anger he felt towards himself.

Aemon stayed silent as he held his cane tightly, he felt how much the bear regretted his decision that affected many and caused a chain reaction that brought his little niece to Westeros. With a defeated sigh, he said, "You're right, he was angry." he paused before adding, "But not all of that anger was directed at you." this caught Jorah off guard as he stared at the Maester in question before the elder scooted in his seat to make room for the younger man to sit as he patted the spot beside him.

Jorah took that invitation as he sat next to Aemon who directed his unseeing eyes at him, "When he received that raven scroll about what happened with you he was inconsolable. He never talked to anyone, just glared at everyone to the point that made them leak in places that should be named." he said with a slight smile as Jorah resisted the urge to gag, being familiar with such a look before Aemon continued, "He was angry, yes. But most of that anger was directed at himself. I don't expect you to understand fully, but he was your Father, and you were his son. He blamed himself for what happened, he felt like he failed as a Father and that he should've done better for you." Aemon said, sympathy on his face and in his voice as he remembered what the Old Bear told him. "Every couple of months, whenever he had time to spare, he would go to the weirwood tree and pray. I accompanied him on those rare occasions to ask the Old Gods for guidance when I need it. That's when I found out the reason why he prayed and what he was praying for. He would whisper 'Jorah, please be safe.'" Aemon paused to let it sink in before he continued, "Despite all that's happened, he still loved you, and it's because of that love that your Father persevered in the harshest winters. His love for you, is what drove him to push his Night's Watch to become stronger, so that they can survive and protect the realm the way he wanted to protect you." Aemon finished, the memory of his dear friend remaining in his heart, happy that he gave Jeor's son what he truly wanted.

Jorah's eyes shined with tears as he imagined his Father going to a sacred tree and praying to the Old Gods. His heart throbbed with pain, as well as love, and for the first time since he learned of his Father's death, he allowed the tears to fall. He lowered his head, biting his tongue to keep from crying out, as he remembered all the moments he had with his Father; from being spun in the air as a little boy, being taught how to hold a sword for the first time, being held by his Father during the storm, and so much more. He never realized how much he missed his Father until this moment, and the fact that he still thought of his son who was in exile made it even more painful knowing he'll never see him again.

A hand landed on his shoulder, he lifted his head to see Aemon smiling sadly at him before bringing the bear in for a one arm hug. This hug was so familiar to Jorah as he leaned into the Maester's kind embrace, welcoming the security that only his Father was able to provide with a single bear hug.

Jorah pulled away, feeling much better, and more complete than he had in years, "Thank you." he said with true sincerity, wanting nothing more than to repay his Father's trusted friend.

Aemon remembered something, "Oh, I almost forgot." he said as he fished something out of his robes before he pulled out the object and took Jorah's hand to place the object inside his palm. He removed his hands to reveal wood carved bear that was trying to look ferocious that fit perfectly in the palm of Jorah's hand. His heart clenched again upon recognition as he held this piece of wood tenderly, as though it was made of glass.

"I gave this to my Father when I was just a boy, nine if I remember correctly. I carved this myself to show how much he means to me. I cut myself more times than I could count." he said, smiling at the memory when he sheepishly told his Father the reason why his hands were bloody, "I can't believe that he kept it all these years." he said as he gently enclosed his fingers around it, as though to protect it from the world.

"Jeor wanted to keep a part of you with him. Even though you were far away, you were always with him." Aemon said, his smile ever warm as he felt melancholy from the bear, "This time, it's his turn to always be with you." his words struck a chord in his heart string as he brought the bear carving to his heart where his Father is.

"Thank you." Jorah couldn't help but say once again, feeling like he had his Father back after years of separation.

Aemon nodded with his smile, "Anything for my friend." Just then, a very loud roar approached the island, their gazes turning in the direction to see the biggest dragon of the bunch flying toward Dragonstone. "Ah, Her Grace has returned, let's go." he said as Jorah quickly placed the wooden bear in a safeplace on his person before helping the Maester up as they made their way in the direction where the Dragon will land.

Aemon felt another presence close by; it was not physical, but it was familiar, something Aemon is able to recognize as he saw in his mind's eye, the Old Bear smiling at them before vanishing.

I spent two days working on this, and I have to say that I'm quite happy. You all saw the parallels between their respective relatives that each played a role in each other's lives, tell me if any of you figured it out since Game of Thrones intertwining stories are tied together at this point.

Also, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, I just hope that this was worth the wait because I wanted to give Jorah the closure he needed regarding his Father.

Anyway, thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, followed and favored this story. I would like to know what your thoughts are for this chapter, and I apologize for anyone who cried.

Thank you.