Our swords clashed and I felt the constraints of the dress. Just as I
had an advantage over Jorah, he had an advantage over me. The dance was
accompanied by no music or an adoring crowd, but it felt more like a
dance than earlier in the wedding.
The way of the sword was my
life. It was a dance between life and death which was the only dance
that truly mattered in the end. It was the dance that gave my existence
meaning even in the darkest of moments. It was a dance that I was glad
to have on my wedding night.
-This is a Mature Story (if in content if not plot)
-It's a Game of Thrones/Resident Evil Fic
-It's a Jorah Mormont Fic