Game of Thrones Imagines

You held your daughter in your arms and stared out over the city of Meeren. You had made it to Meeren with the help of Varys and planned to simply live amongst the people, but Daenerys Targaryen has found you and insisted you lived in the pyramid with her. She was kind to you and you considered her a true friend. You felt arms wrap around your waist and you leaned back into Jorah's chest. "She's finally sleeping." He whispered and you smiled. "Yes, it's about time." You replied and turned around. He followed you as you made your way to her crib and gently placed her in, careful not to wake her. Jorah grabbed your hand and led you into the other room, where you sat down on the closest couch. Jorah filled up a glass with wine and handed it to you before filling up his own glass and sitting beside you. You took a sip and noticed Jorah was staring. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing, you're just... beautiful." You blushed. "Jorah Mormont you are going to be the death of me." He chuckled and took a sip from his glass. "Leanne..." You waited for him to continue but he looked almost afraid. "What's wrong?" You asked as you sat up and placed your glass on the table. "Do you... do you think about him?" You sighed. "I would be lying if I said no. I loved him but I realize that it never could have worked... He was going to marry another and I was not going to be his mistress." He grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry I asked." You kissed him. "It's okay, Jorah. I'm over him and I love you. You may not be Gianna's father by blood, but you are more of a father to her than Jaime ever could be." He kissed you deeply and you couldn't help but giggle. "What am I going to do with you, Leanne Stark?" You hummed. "I don't know, Jorah Mormont. What are you going to do with me?" He smiled and kissed a trail down your neck. "Marry me." Your eyes went wide and you pushed him back a bit. "What?" He pulled out a ring from his pocket and you gasped. "Marry me, Leanne." "Yes!" He smiled and slid the ring onto your finger. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
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You took in a deep breath and smiled. It was getting colder and you had missed the cold. "Mom, Aunt Dany said that she wanted to see you." You looked down and saw your daughter smiling up at you. "Did she? Well I guess I should go see what she needs." You glanced one last look over the cliffs of Dragonstone before grabbing her hand and walked back towards the castle. You walked into the throne home and froze; there before you was your brother, Jon. He hadn't noticed you yet but he had grown so much since you last saw him. "Jon." You said and he turned his attention to you. His mouth dropped open and he could hardly believe what he was seeing. "Leanne?" You felt tears running down your cheek as you ran to him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. "I thought you were dead. Sansa said that-" "Sansa is alive?" "Yes, she is alive. She is back home at Winterfell." You pulled back and took his face in your hands. "You've grown so much, Jon." He wiped some of your tears away. "You've gotten older." You chuckled. You felt a tug at the bottom of your cloak and saw it was your daughter. You picked her up and she hid her head into your neck. "Gianna, this is your Uncle Jon." She peered at him and Jon gave a small smile. "She's a bit shy." You said and brushed some of her hair back. "Who's the father?" "I am." You felt Jorah wrap his hand around your waist and smiled. "This is Jorah Mormont. My husband and her father." Jon was shocked. "I served under your father at the Night's Watch. He was a good man." Jorah just nodded. "I'm sure you're both tired from your journey and want to catch up. I'll have baths drawn and supper sent to your rooms. (Y/N), why don't you show them to their rooms?" You looked back at Daenerys and saw the grave look on her and Varys' faces. "Of course, your Grace." You nodded and walked out of the throne room with Jon by your side and a smile on your face.
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You looked around at your home and smiled. It was just as you remembered, well as bet as you could remember. It had been so long. Your gaze drifted across the courtyard and your heart stopped. Before you was Arya, Sansa, and Bran. You ran to them and was almost knocked to the ground by Arya and Sansa. "Oh my sweet sisters. I thought I lost you." You said. "And we thought we lost you. I'm so sorry I left you, Leanne." Sansa sobbed and you shushed her. "It's alright. I left not long after you, what matters is we're here now and we're together again." You pulled back and made your way to Bran. You hugged him and he hugged you back, but he seemed different somehow. "I've missed you, Bran." He smiled. "I missed you too, Leanne. Or should I say Lady Mormont?" You gasped. "How did you..." "I'm the Three Eyed Raven now. I've seen everything that's happened in the past and everything that's happening now." "So you know of-" "Yes. She looks exactly like you." You smiled and hugged him again. "What is he talking about?" You looked back and your sisters were staring at you, confused. "I want you to meet someone." You turned and walked towards Jorah, who put down Gianna. You grabbed one of her hands and he grabbed the other. "Arya, Sansa... this is my husband Jorah and my daughter Gianna." You could tell they were surprised. Sansa looked at you and you mouthed 'later'. She nodded before kneeling down. "Hello, Gianna. I'm your aunt Sansa. And this is your aunt Arya and uncle Bran. Do you want to see the castle?" She nodded and took Sansa's hand. Jorah wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side as you watched Arya and Sansa interact with your daughter. "I'm finally home." You said softly. Jorah kissed your forehead and you smiled. "Let's get you inside. You're freezing." You wrapped your arm around Jorah and walked inside. Unknown to you, Jaime had seen the whole thing; he had arrived shortly before you to help fight. His blood was boiling. You left him for another man and here you were, strutting around with his child. He was heartbroken after you left; he married the Tyrell girl but he never stopped loving you. Bran approached Jaime. "It was for the best." Jaime stared at him. "You don't know that." "I do. You were going to marry another and Leanne was going to be left alone in a place that hates Starks. You wouldn't have been able to protect her." "I loved her!" "You did. And she loved you. But she's happy now." He said before heading inside. Jaime clenched and unclenched his fist before cursing and heading inside as well.