"Let him in."
A short while later, a tall, broad-shouldered man entered the brightly lit hall.
He looked to be in his forties, and his weathered face carried a lingering weariness and melancholy.
He wore a badly worn suit of mail beneath a faded surcoat.
A standing black bear was embroidered on his chest.
A knight exiled to a foreign land.
As the man entered the hall, his gaze first fell on Daenerys.
When he saw her unmistakable silver hair and violet eyes, a flicker of complicated emotion passed through his gray eyes.
He had already heard from Illyrio.
Daenerys and Viserys had been taken away by a mysterious young man who even possessed a great dragon. Only by following their trail and making inquiries along the way had he found this place.
He sank to one knee.
"Jorah Mormont pays his respects, my queen."
Daenerys instinctively glanced at Lynn. Seeing that he had no objection, she spoke softly.
"Please rise, Ser Mormont."
Jorah Mormont stood, only then turning his gaze to Lynn beside Daenerys.
Was this young man the mysterious figure with the Three-Headed Great Dragon mentioned in Illyrio's letter?
He looked far too young.
Jorah studied Lynn discreetly, trying to find something in his bearing that matched that mythical beast.
But a moment later, his gaze froze completely.
He stared fixedly at the longsword at Lynn's waist.
Its grip was wrapped in black leather, but the fierce wolf's head at its pommel had been carved from pale weirwood.
Two red garnet eyes gleamed eerily in the candlelight.
A Valyrian sword.
Longclaw.
Boom!
Jorah's mind went blank.
How was this possible?
This sword...
How could this ancestral sword, passed down through generations of House Mormont, be here?
At this stranger's waist?!
When he had brought terrible disgrace upon his