Queen of Love and Beauty

"Last time we met it was at Winterfell, right?" Dany stared straight ahead while Tyrion ripped into one of the Ironborn captives. The one all the way to the left seemed haunted, his eyes downcast and showing slight tremors, whatever he had seen in his life had left him scarred.

But he did not interest the dragon queen, it was the woman standing by him. Theon and Yara Greyjoy, the children of the Kraken, rightful heirs of Pyke and the Iron Islands, last living heirs of Balon Greyjoy the salt king, standing bound by the wrists with ropes in front of the last living Targaryen, with 100 ships and men to sail them at their beck and call. What a strange picture they painted; they were a deep contrast of one another. Both had deep brown hair and iron grey eyes slapped with long faces and sharp noses, they stood with their legs spread apart like one would stand on a ship to keep balance wearing grey leathers splotched with sea salt under brown armor with the Kraken of their house embedded abreast, that was not what set them apart. Where Theon stood afraid of his own shadow, Yara looked confidently ahead at the queen and the Lannister dwarf. Her shoulders squared and a strange smirk concealed behind a steel gaze, she seemed ready to smack Tyrion a new one for tormenting her brother. Dany had not seen so much confidence, poise and strength in a single person in the way she could see in Yara since Drogo, her deceased Khal husband. She looked like the warrior queen she was, calm and collected but ready to strike, ropes be damned.

"I don't believe myself and Theon traveled around Westeros into slavers bay to have a retelling of your life and grudges with him" said Yara, cutting off Tyrion's rant "What I do believe we're here for is to negotiate with queen Daenerys. Any deal that will get her on the Throne and us home seems just about right as I recall"

"you command 100 Ironborn ships and men to sail my scouts tell me" responded Dany, meeting Yara's gaze "that is however not the entire size of the Iron fleet"

"Our deepest apologies my queen, we left in a hurry due to the threat of Nepoticide hanging over our heads, we did not have the time to put out a call for ships and captains" a smirk marked the end of Yara's snarky response.

"So, who holds the other ships in your fleet"

"An unfair kingsmoot and a murderous uncle forced us to leave our fleet behind. The offer we carry to you will be brought by Euron Greyjoy as well"

"so why do I not just wait for him?" This better than any other time was Daenerys' moment to see If these ironborn were worth the legend of their people and the deal they wanted to strike.

"Euron's offer is one of marriage. He does not wish for you to take the kingdom with his help, he wishes to sit the Iron Throne with you as his prize" Theon held Dany's gaze for about as long as possible, but cowered down and looked at his sister to continue.

"you will not get one without the other. Theon relinquished his claim to the sea stone chair to me, yet Euron holds my fleet. But I believe you would think about the same as me; not one or one thousand ships are worth giving up your birthright to a man like Euron"

"I imagine then that your offer is not one of marriage as well?" Dany and Yara's eyes met with intensity, there was something there that Dany liked very much.

"Well I won't demand but I'm up for anything really" Yara winked at the dragon queen and a small snort of laughter escaped Theon before his eyes went wide at the realization of what he had done. Dany could not help but smile, a blush creeped up her ears, she felt like a maiden speaking to her crush. Yara's gaze intensified, almost as if she wanted to see her blush all over, as if she needed it to feel satisfied.

"you will support my claim to the Iron Throne and aid me in the battle for my kingdom. In turn, you can govern over the Iron Islands as you please, with whatever help I can offer to retake it from this nepotistic uncle with a sense of grandeur" Theon and Yara looked at one another, that seemed fair enough.

"Seems fair"

"You will also respect the integrity of the seven kingdoms. No more reeving or raping"

"That is our way of life" the thought of having to keep her men from the occasional village pillaging gave Yara the biggest headache in the world, this would not do.

"No more. The world has suffered injustices all over for thousands of years. You and I mark the first of our ruling lines; the people need to learn a new way or die with their old one" the amethyst eyes sported by the Targaryen queen turned a deep shade of purple that enticed and frankly hypnotized the Greyjoy female. Her conviction, authority and air of royalty made up for her small size, Daenerys Stormborn was not to be messed with.

"No more" said the iron born in unison after eyeing each other apprehensively. The Ironborn were a proud people, reaving and raping was a pillar of their culture, but living independently was their dream.

Yara stretched out her arm for a handshake and stared deep into the Targaryen's eyes. Dany looked at the taller woman with the same intensity she had received when she was first brought into the room in the Meereen's pyramid, respect and something else, something Yara couldn't put her finger on. Tyrion gave Dany a lopsided smile-He understood what was going on, even if the queens in front of him did not-and showed her ever so subtly what the handshake entailed. Dany's small and delicate hand wrapped around Yara's leather clad forearm. Even through the garment Yara could feel the heat coming off her, the fire that had bred the dragons that made her into a living legend. For her part Daenerys could feel the muscles that a ship hand would need to command a ship the size of Black Wind, what the Iron Islands bred were hard and tough individuals, but this one in particular was enticing.

"my Queen" whispered Yara with a small smile. They were close enough for Dany to smell the sea in her and feel her breath. Warmth spread through the purple eyed queen, she could feel it burn through her and she could tell the Greyjoy woman could feel it as well, because her smile grew more intense, more mysterious.

"Now that we got this over with" Dany dropped her hand back to her side "it is time for supper. I imagine that because of the unfortunate circumstance of your arrival to Meereen you and your crew have not been exactly welcomed with open arms"

"Unsullied poking us with spears is not exactly the warmest welcome we've had on our voyage" admitted Yara "Supper would go a long way into an apology"

"Greyworm" the unsullied commander stepped in between the Greyjoy siblings to look at his queen "Please have the ironborn crew released and taken to the great hall to join us for supper. Make sure they're guarded on their way and that their ships are docked and properly taken care of"

"Guarded your Grace?"

"for your crew's protection of course. Despite the fact that we quelled the masters rebellion it never hurts to protect such a tempting target. After all I mean to sail to Westeros, and to sail I need people born of the sea" Dany felt a small sense of pride at Yara's smile. She represented the people she meant to rule one day, if she could make happy those who had always been known as rebellious and barbaric to the seven kingdoms her rule would hopefully be welcomed with open arms rather than bloodshed.

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Yara and Theon were invited to sit in the dais with Dany and her small council. Under normal circumstances Tyrion would have sat to Dany's left and Missandei to her right. But the Greyjoy's had sparked true interest in her, so the two seats to her left were left empty for the queen and prince of the Iron born and Tyrion sat to the Queen's right. However, they stayed their hand until every single one of their crew members walked through the door. Surrounded by unsullied but clearly not bound by any ropes or chains, that was good enough for the rightful queen of the iron islands.

"Do you think they'll come up here anytime soon"

"the Ironborn are a different people, and the Greyjoy family more so" Tyrion put down his cup and gave the queen his undivided attention for what was her first real exposition at Westeros' citizens "The saying from their islands is that hard places breed hard men but they take care of one another. All the iron islanders are children of the Drowned God and all have the same salt and iron in their veins. Once Queen Yara and Prince Theon see their people fed and drunk to the brim they will attend you. Its not that they wish to insult you, but their people come before anyone else"

Daenerys nodded to the Lannister who had answered her question. She did not feel insulted, she felt-as redundant as it was-intrigued by the iron islanders. Yara sat amongst her captains and crew, drank with them, and joked and made conversation with them. Even though Dany was always with Greyworm and Daario she never sat amongst the Unsullied, or the second sons. They were clearly very different Queens.

-oOoOo-

"So" Theon almost lost the gulp of wine he had taken to Yara's slap in the back "what do you think of the Dragon Queen little brother?". Yara was not drunk, it took a lot more than a barrel of wine to make her drunk, but she was clearly not in her senses either, and that meant Theon would have to pick his words carefully.

"I think she's very... Queenly" he took a swig of the extremely sweet wine they were offered "she clearly has the wits and cunning to rule Westeros if her conversation with you is anything to judge by" Yara did not say anything, waiting for him to finish his thought "but I think your ideas of her are probably different"

"on the contrary my dear brother. I think she could rule Westeros ten time better than the cunts who govern it now" Yara drank deeply from her jug and Theon felt a sense of dread, she had something in mind and he probably would not like it "with her attitude, and those tits and ass she can govern my bed if she pleases as well" Uh oh. There it was.

"IRON BORN!" Her crew and the hall in its entirety quieted to look at the Queen with the grey leathers who raised her goblet towards the Targaryen queen. "Let us toast! To Queen Daenerys Targaryen first of her name, queen of the Andals and the First Men, lady of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm, breaker of chains, Khaleesi of the Dothraki, Mother of Dragons and Queen of love and Beauty. May your reign be as long and peaceful as you yourself are beautiful" Yara drank deeply to the cheers of her crewmen and the supportive yells of the second sons who all cried out Long May she reign and drank amongst wolf whistling. "Come Theon. Time to sit with the goddess of tits and wine"

This is not going to go well for anyone was the last thing Theon thought about before Yara dragged him up from the back of his breastplate towards the dais where the Queen sat with two empty seats to her left.

Hello there! This is a little fic that picks up in Season 6 episode 9 (The Battle of the Bastards) at the meeting between Queen Daenerys and Yara and Theon Greyjoy. There will be a few minor changes and will be focused on the story of the Eastern side of the world, the conquest of the west and everything in between.

I feel in love with the Yara/Dany pairing after this episode and couldn't find a good fic that did not revolve around SMUT everywhere. I wanted fluff and war for these two, so here we are. Hope you enjoy, reviews and criticism are welcomed!

I hope to post every Monday (with possible Tuesday postings because college) at 10-12pm Eastern time. Except for this first one the next should follow the posting schedule

With all that said, enjoy and see you all next Monday!

~TheIronDragon