Author's Note: This is my first ever FanFic. Please bear with me, I'm not sure if I uploaded this properly! I have labelled this as 'In Progress' because I'm not sure yet if I'll continue the story or leave it like it ends at Chapter 5. Either way, I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

The smell of the sea air hit Daenerys' senses as she appeared above deck. The sun was just beginning to reach the midpoint in the sky. It had been a hellish night on the ship for the young dragon queen. Her stomach had given her grief the whole time with the rise and fall of the waves beneath the ship. Before she'd risen, she'd tried to eat something. But now, standing at the stern of the ship, looking the way they had come, she could feel her stomach churning again, and before long Daenerys was bent over the railing.

"Well, it appears the Great Daenerys has at least one weakness," came the voice of Yara Greyjoy from beside her.

Daenerys wiped her mouth and looked to Yara, trying to regain some of her composure and dignity.

"How did you get on this boat?" Dany asked.

"A boat? This is a ship. Best remember that," Yara responded with a playful smirk on her face. "Swung across. You don't really think the captain of the fleet would stay on just the one ship? Not a good captain, anyway."

Dany gave a small smile of her own and shook her head.

"Of course. My apologies."

Yara nodded and then turned around. She patted the back of the man at the wheel and then proceeded down onto the deck, greeting the men who had been serving the night shift and releasing them back to their quarters for some rest.

Daenerys watched her move about the deck, a curious expression on her face. The way she received the respect of her crew. She held herself with such confidence. Whilst Daenerys knew only as much about Westerosi customs and way of life as she had been told through stories and by various travellers, she assumed that Yara had a level of authority and power that very few women possessed in Westeros. It was admirable and intriguing to Daenerys, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with the Greyjoy. Daenerys too had of course struggled with her position as a woman with the men who dominated the world.

"She is an impressive figure, is she not?" Tyrion commented, wine in his hand as he appeared at Daenerys' side. "Very interesting. The Greyjoy's have always struck me as a ridiculous sort. There they are with an enormous fleet. They could conquer lands far and wide. Gain money by trading across seas. But do they? No. Their only interest lies with those miserable little islands and the coastal villages that they plunder and rape. They don't even take those villages as their own. They just like to leave them to rebuild before they return again."

Daenerys gave a small hum.

"Well, that raiding and raping will stop now. That was our deal."
"You believe that? As much power as Yara may have over these men, it's not the power over all those in the Iron Islands. As she said, that is their way of life. Now, their king might have a chance at putting a stop to most of that. But a woman, Greyjoy or not, telling them to stop, and at the orders of another woman, a foreign woman at that, whose name still causes most to think of a mad king, will certainly cause some trouble in achieving that. If you ask me, once the throne is yours, you are going to need to dispatch a small force to try and limit the people who will splinter off and rebel and raid and rape anyway."

"This is why you are my Hand, Tyrion," Daenerys replied with a smile.