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A Clash of Queens
From the first their eyes had been hungry for each other. Daenerys could not help but be aware of this other Queen's curious appraisal of her as she sat looking down at the foreigner, so out of place here, so unlike anyone she had ever known. She also could not help returning it.
Yara was not what she had expected when she had offered to give the Ironborn heir an audience. A real woman, a true Queen of Westeros, of her home land. Needless to say a thrill had coursed through her at the thought of this particular meeting, a citizen of her home and a fellow Queen no less. She had met so few of her people in her short life and none of them female. She drank in the sight of this unusual woman's face, her mannerisms and her attire, trying to match her up with the image in her mind of how her people dressed and behaved, how they held themselves and their customs. She was indeed not at all what the displaced Targaryen had pictured all those years as she daydreamed of her home and its people.
She was far more impressive.
Not pretty, but fierce. Not gentle, but possessing a bearing which spoke of honour and courage, holding herself with a proud manner so like that of her deceased husband. Yes, she found such traits attractive, but this, she had to remind herself in an effort to still the flutters in her chest, was business.
She had been most surprised and delighted to hear the brother, the heir for all intents and purposes, relinquish his claim to the throne in favour of his sister. What a woman she must be, this Queen-to-be. She could never imagine, had their family situations been reversed, Viserys handing over a crown with such ease. She felt herself warming to these newcomers and leaned forward in her thrones marginally.
Their pleas were heartfelt and Daenerys sensed a certain amount of integrity among the Ironborn siblings, hoping her judgement was not clouded by her joy at finally being sought out by her own people to stake her claim to the events of Westeros. She could not help but feel drawn to them and she felt herself sympathetic to their plight. They needed each other, it seemed, and that suited Daenerys just fine for she would be indebted to no one. Yes, this arrangement could be beneficial indeed. She smiled down at them, hearing their terms. All would be acceptable to her, but now she must give her own.
"Our fathers were evil men, all of us here. They left the world worse than they found it." She began as her eyes flickered swiftly about the room and she felt a pride in knowing those words may be true but her next words would ring truer. "We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it."
The atmosphere in the room lifted, spirits soared along with hers as she felt the desire of all those present to be a part of this ideal she was creating. She could feel the inspiration her words held, a power so potent it could rearrange the face of the seven kingdoms.
She rose, making strong eye contact with Yara and finding herself delighted by the spark she saw there. The intelligent, penetrating gaze held much promise indeed.
Regardless, now she must show her hand.
"You will support my claim as queen of the seven kingdoms." A flicker of doubt lit the eyes of the Ironborn but she would not be dissuaded, they would hear her terms and agree, for she was a Targaryen and the rightful heir to the throne. She was also their best option and she knew it. "And respect the integrity of the Seven Kingdoms." Yara scowled slightly, affronted by the suggestion, but Daenerys drove on, walking down the steps and boring into the other woman's eyes, feeling a fire kindle in her belly as she was met with a fierceness which mirrored her own. "No more reaving, roving, raiding or raping."
They stared at each other, a sardonic smile touching Yara's lips. "That's our way of life," she protested. Her protest was weak, a token gesture in defense of her peoples' transgressions, Daenerys had already won this point, she felt it.
With a proud tilt of her chin, Daenerys' eyes gleamed triumphantly. "No more." A statement, not a plea.
She held the Ironborn queen's eyes for a moment as they sized each other up. Yara broke eye contact and shared a glance with her brother before nodding, "no more."
A thrill ran up Daenerys' spine at the agreement. The two queens, taking charge of their destinies and making history. This moment was no small feat.
Yara held out an arm and Daenerys stared at it, slightly confused but unwilling to show ignorance. Glancing back over her shoulder at the dwarf she was encouraged with a smile, a raise of his eyebrows and an instructive gesture showing her what was expected in this custom.
Reaching out tentatively she grasped the other woman's arm at the elbow, feeling thick cords of muscle under the leather of her jacket. Yara clasped Daenerys' elbow in a tight grip, the contact of the rough, leathery skin of the other woman's hand on her own smooth naked forearm send a shiver across her skin and she dropped her gaze, an almost imperceptible blush rising to her cheeks.
"I have matters I must attend to," Daenerys said reluctantly. "We shall talk further."
"Of course." Yara, still clutching the Queen's arm, slid her hand down to the wrist, the soft touch a pleasant sensation, and holding the small white hand up to her mouth, kissed it tenderly. Daenerys almost flinched at the overly familiar contact, her face flushing a deep red in a mixture of horror and desire. She tore her hand away with a fierce motion and glared at the other woman, speechless.
Yara bit her lip to hide a smile. "I hope I have no offended my queen," she murmured. "It is the custom of our people to show fealty with such a kiss." At the word 'kiss' she ran her tongue over her lips and the merriment in her eyes told Daenerys she was being gently teased.
She composed her self with some effort and nodded stiffly, unsure what to make of this other Queen, this strong woman.
"Of course," she said, her tone ice. With that she took the steps of the dais with such dignity, feeling the eyes of the other woman trace her every movement, and left the audience chamber, the dwarf hot on her heels full of praise for her fine work.
While she was thrilled with the outcome of the meeting, all she could think about was the face of that Ironborn Queen. Torn between feeling drawn to her and feeling irrationally infuriated by her; the way she had teased, the way she held herself, the smug smirk as she kissed her hand. She quietened down her inner tumult and turned to smile down at Tyrion, a wave of gratitude for his help flooding through her.
He grinned back and stopped to bow low. "You truly are magnificent, my Queen."
She was almost immediately greeted by Missandei and Grey Worm who were already brimming over with the issues of Meereen. Dreams of a future in Westeros and her interactions with Yara had been a good distraction, a very enjoyable distraction to be sure, but now it was back to business.
Author's note: Not sure whether to actually pursue this, its just a fun little distraction and I think the two of them, two such fearsome queens, would make for a great couple, if not for some good dynamic entertainment.
What do you guys think?
