𝒥orah mormont ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

The night in Meereen was suffocating, but the room where you were staying remained cool thanks to the breeze drifting through the translucent curtains. The day had been long — meetings, councils, difficult decisions — and, above all, an uncomfortable silence from Jorah.
He hadn't spoken to you all day.
After seeing you smile at Daario, it was clear that something had changed. The smile had been brief, involuntary, but for Jorah, any small gesture of yours seemed to have an impact.
You knocked on his door. He opened it immediately, as if he had been waiting for you.
"I need to talk to you," you said in a low voice.
He simply opened the door a bit wider, letting you in.
The room was simple, the bed partially unmade. Jorah was without his armor, wearing only a light tunic. There was something restrained in his face — a mixture of exhaustion and pain.
"You avoided me," you said.
"There was nothing to say," he replied.
"Then say it now."
He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were tense.
"You don't realize it, or you pretend not to," he murmured.
"What are you talking about?"
"About him."
The word sounded bitter.
"Daario?" you asked.
He confirmed it with a look.
"I cannot compete with a man like him."