This is a fluff piece that takes place in a happier, alternate universe where Jorah doesn't die and Daenerys takes the Iron Throne...peacefully-ish. I figured I should post a joyful fic since my last one was a bit somber. I love Tyrion and Jorah. I also love the relationship between Jorah and Dany, regardless of physical love. I hope you enjoy! I apologize for any and all mistakes/grammatical errors. Please leave a review and let me know what you think! I will see you all after the finale...

Tyrion huffed out a sigh as he finally found Daenerys. She stood on the stone balcony overlooking the courtyard. It had been much easier to find her when they had lived in Meereen and Dragonstone. Tyrion had nearly forgotten how large King's Landing was. Sometimes it was painful for him to wander around the castle he had lived in for so long, but not on that particular day. The sun was shining, his queen was smiling, and all was well in Westeros.

"Looks like everyone is enjoying the sunshine," Tyrion teased as he came to a stop at Daenerys' side. She seemed to be in a pleasant mood as she observed the activity in the courtyard below. Daenerys turned and greeted him with a wordless smile.

Tyrion turned his head to glance down the balcony and could see two knights of the Queen's Guard lurking in the shadows. Tyrion's brow furrowed as he noticed Ser Jorah was nowhere to be seen; an unusual occurrence as the Lord Commander rarely left his queen's side.

Tyrion returned his gaze to Daenerys, whose eyes were bright with mirth as she continued to stare down into the courtyard. Tyrion stepped closer to the railing of the balcony and peered over the edge. Tyrion followed Daenerys' gaze and felt a smile form on his own lips.

Ser Jorah was standing in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by a group of young boys. Ser Jorah had removed his white cloak, but still wore the black armor Daenerys had gifted to him when she named him Lord Commander of her Queen's Guard.

Tyrion's smile widened as he realized Ser Jorah's Valyrian steel blade had been replaced with a wooden sword.

The children surrounding Ser Jorah all had wooden swords of their own. The boys took turns trying to best the Lord Commander in single combat. Ser Jorah was gentle as he challenged his opponents with strikes of his own.

Ser Jorah's blue eyes were bright with amusement and the shadow of a smile tugged on his lips as one boy nearly tripped over his own feet.

Tyrion rarely saw Ser Jorah with a smile on his face, so the expression was a welcome change. Tyrion watched as the local boys decided to shift their tactics by tossing their swords to the ground.

Weapons discarded, the boys ran at Ser Jorah as a small army. Two boys leapt onto Ser Jorah's back as another dangled uselessly from his arm in an attempt to disarm him. One of the more clever children dove for Ser Jorah's legs, trying desperately to drag him to the ground.

Ser Jorah laughed before he finally relented and dropped carefully to his knees. He then fell onto his stomach, careful not to crush any small children.

Noting the success of their comrades, two more children rushed towards Ser Jorah and joined the pile, successfully burying the Lord Commander.

The other children and a few adults in the courtyard broke out into cheers and laughter.

After more giggling and victorious chanting, the boys rolled away from Ser Jorah and allowed him to get to his feet.

"Bravo! Marvelous! Lord Commander Mormont defeated at last!" Tyrion couldn't help himself as he clapped loudly. Young faces beamed up at his praise, while Ser Jorah brushed the dirt off of his chest and legs.

Tyrion grinned down at the man he now considered a dear friend...gruff as he was. Tyrion saw many similarities between Jeor and Jorah Mormont, beyond appearance and title. Tyrion admired Ser Jorah's simple kindness. Tyrion's own father had often referred to kindness as a fool's weakness. Tyrion felt that kindness was the victim of manipulation far too frequently. Painful history had forged a personal belief that their world would be a lot better off if more people loved selflessly.

Jorah's genuine care for his men and the common people had helped solidify Daenerys' success in King's Landing. Tyrion somewhat envied Ser Jorah's ability to level with Daenerys when times were tough.

Tyrion glanced sideways at the woman in question and couldn't help but smile at the glazed-over look of affection in her eyes as she watched her closest friend. Dare he say there was love mingled in her warm gaze?

Tyrion chuckled as the children begged Ser Jorah to stay for one last fight. One of the nearby knights handed Ser Jorah his white cloak as he strapped Heartsbane to his hip. Ser Jorah bowed to the boys and congratulated them on their victory in battle, which seemed to appease them.

Tyrion felt pleasantly at ease with it all. King's Landing was more lively and successful than it had ever been in his lifetime. The stench of starvation and poverty had disappeared from the streets slowly, but steadily over the past months. Tyrion often found the Queen herself walking the streets of King's Landing, occasionally pausing to interact with the common people. Of course, Ser Jorah accompanied her to ensure her safety. Although Daenerys was loved by many, there would always be rebels who desired chaos and violence.

Tyrion had recently heard an interesting rumor among the chambermaids that towards the end of these little excursions, the Queen and her knight could be found strolling slowly through the gardens together.

Glancing one more time at the warm affection in Daenerys' eyes as she watched Ser Jorah, Tyrion had no doubt the rumors were true.