Not The Plan
Chapter 10 – the last chapter – is probably as close as I will get to writing explicit smut, I just don't know how to write that properly. If you do want to read that sort of stuff on top of some amazing writing, go to the story from LostCriesofTime, her story is perfect! :)
Also the story by withoutapast is very well done, with more explicit stuff than I will ever write.
So check those stories out if you like stuff like that and this pairing ;p
I do not own any of the characters or the TV show, this is merely my interpretation on it. No copyright infringement intended.
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Silence was all that permeated the room. Not a silence like the ones Yara shared with Daenerys. Those companionable silences that did not need to be broken, but left you with a comfortable feeling. However it was not one of those silences. The silence that spread throughout the room now was nothing like that. It was a quiet filled with a threatening feeling of dread that made a chill go down Yara's back. A silence in which whatever was about to be said would not bode well for someone in this room. A silence that was like a calm before the storm.
Her life depended on the faith she held in the girl that was seated next to where she stood. Faith that she would keep her promise. That whatever was between them was worth more to her than getting what she had desired for the entirety of her life. Yara was not so sure. As she permitted her gaze to move from the blonde female who she hoped would keep her promise, her gaze landed on the man whom had changed her entire life. And not in a good way at that.
The man who was the only obstacle in the way of the alliance between herself and the last-living Targaryen. He stood there not speaking, trying to be imposing and failing miserably at doing so. Posing to be something you are not gets you nowhere, her mother had once said. And she had taken that advice to heart. Yara had never tried to deceive people into thinking she was better than she was. If they did not want her for what she was able to do then they were not worth her time. Trying to be imposing to enforce your own masculinity onto a Queen to get what you want was absolutely the worst possible strategy you could have.
Yara inwardly smirked at the man who thought himself to be so smart. His idea to align with the Dragon Queen who was now sitting next to her had been the only good idea to ever leave his lips. His execution of said plan was a whole different approach then she had taken. And if she may say so herself, she believed her interpretation of the plan of her disgusting excuse of an uncle was working better than his approach. But perhaps including any type of marriage agreements in an alliance showed that you were wary of your future partner. That you did not believe in their honour that bound them to the agreement. Never a good way to start any sort of pact. Marriage pacts may be the best way to seal alliances, but it did cause distrust within both parties of the agreement.
"My Queen." the gross excuse of a man at the bottom of the steps spoke up, finally breaking the silence. But it was as sudden and intruding as breaking the skin of an opponent with a piercing move of your sword. It broke the silence, but silence returned once more as soon as the last echoes of his voice had disappeared.
"Introduce yourself." the Dragonborn female spoke up with a tone as sharp as a blade and as hard as stone.
"Your Grace, I do believe you have already met my niece and nephew, so I do believe you know plenty of me." Euron said with a cocky grin and too much confidence for his current predicament.
"Yes, they have indeed spoken of you. But they did not speak highly of you. I was merely offering you a chance to prove them wrong, but all that I have seen of you up to this moment has made me more and more inclined to believe them." the blonde continued icily.
Euron's mouth fell open slightly as he gaped at the small girl seated on the throne to Yara's right. At the sight the brunette felt smug at seeing the man making a fool of himself and not being able to control herself she let a small victorious grin spread on her face. The other man moved his eyes from the Queen to her, glaring at her, before seeming to lose his temper.
"Those traitors to their own people ran off with our ships and corrupted some of the men to come along with them." Euron called out angrily, his eyes never leaving hers.
Daenerys tilted her head slightly, before asking with feinted innocence, "I thought they sailed off? I mean unless they ran across the Narrow Sea." the blonde stopped for a second to let a chuckle escape her lips without any mirth in the gesture, before continuing, "Also if they are merely traitors who do not have a good case according to you, then why did so many people follow them? Unless you are saying your people are all simple."
Yara immediately caught onto the plan the blonde had and if she had to say so herself, it was kind of brilliant. But her opinion may be slightly biased. Daenerys was trying to provoke the older Greyjoy male by offending him, hoping to anger him so that he would spill his true intentions. An intellectual or even a well-trained warrior would never fall for the tactic, but the man before her seemed to be neither. As the man seemed to care a lot about his fragile masculinity and pride, Daenerys had probably calculated correctly that the man would fall for the manoeuvre.
The man ignored Daenerys' comments – a bad move on his part, you never ignore a Queen, even if you may call yourself a King – and started blabbing on about how her and Theon were traitors and that they had manipulated people, and on and on he went. Yara zoned out after a second, pitying Daenerys for having to listen to the fool before them who did not seem to grasp the perilous position he had put himself in now. Instead of listening to the words from the old fool, Yara focused on his body language and slight tells. She hadn't met the man that often in her life, maybe thrice at most if not less than that. He had always been travelling the sea, abandoning any type of responsibility to their people.
Yara still could not understand how they had chosen the fool of a man before the brunette over herself. She inwardly laughed at herself, knowing exactly why he had been picked over her to rule over the Iron Islands. She was a woman. Firstly, the old fools on those islands did not wish for their ways to change and in that regard wished for a King. But secondly and more importantly, they did not wish for a woman to rule over them, because their patriarchal beliefs would be threatened by it. Those beliefs were not only perceived that way on the Iron Islands, but all throughout the world they lived in. And it was another reason she supported Daenerys in her quest for the Iron Throne. The blonde represented everything Yara stood for in her own leadership.
Speaking of the said blonde, Yara turned her head slightly to the right so she could just watch the Queen in her periphery. The brunette watched her in her periphery so as to not give the impression that she was staring at the other girl, but she totally was. She saw the way her shoulders were tense, especially her left one which still bared the scar of the wound that had been inflicted on her weeks ago. The way her jaw was clenched and she ever so slightly grinded her teeth together, to avoid outwardly showing any of her annoyance. For if even a single hint of an emotion showed on her face, then her plan to provoke the other man would not work for he would then notice that he wasn't doing such a good job at convincing the Queen.
Continuing with her observations Yara saw the blonde's hands which seemed to just be splayed out on the Queen's lap in a show of bored indifference or a regal pose, depending on the observer, but to the trained eye – which Yara possessed from constantly observing the other girl – it was a tell of annoyance and forming anger on the Queen's part. As Yara tuned in slightly to whatever the man below them was saying, she could understand the Queen's annoyance. The man certainly did not take the hint that complaining and trying to vilify her and her brother was not helping his case and that instead he should start trying to support his own value to the Targaryen, before his long winded speech would be the end of him. As it seemed however the man held no such worries.
The Ironborn female inwardly rolled her eyes before moving her gaze over the Queen's blonde head and to her other side to see the dwarf standing there. They might have gotten off on the wrong foot, with the little man raving on about how her little brother had done him so much wrong, but as it turned out they could get along quite well. She looked at him for a bit until the man seemed to sense her gaze and turned his head slightly to meet her eyes. She flicked her eyes in the direction of her uncle before raising an eyebrow and rolling her eyes. The Lannister seemed to understand her very slight movements and a smirk spread across his face before he gave her a low nod. It was a sign of agreement. What they were in agreement of, you may ask? Well that the man that called himself the King of the Iron Islands was making a total fool of himself.
Before the man could rattle on however Daenerys raised her right hand, silencing the man in whatever he was saying. The blonde smiled sweetly at the man and in that second the man looked smug, thinking he had won the Queen's favour, but oh how wrong he was. Everyone in the room was deadly quiet and stared at the silver-haired beauty – who had captured everyone's attention in an instant – to hear her final verdict.
"I have come to a decision." Daenerys looked over her left shoulder and into Yara's eyes. For a second the brunette thought she saw a twinge of doubt, however she did not know what the blonde what doubtful about. Still Yara Greyjoy held her breath and looked on to what was about to unravel. She thought back to their promise: now and always. "I have decided and no one will change my mind on this matter. The verdict is final." the Dragonborn continued.
Daenerys looked back towards the man, but it seemed she was no longer speaking to him, but instead to her soldiers that were posted around the room: "You will seize this abominable excuse of a man and take him back to his men. Have all his men assembled and then behead him, after that proclaim Yara Greyjoy Queen of the Iron Islands. Any who oppose this decision or try to fight it shall meet the same fate as the one they followed instead of their rightful Queen."
It was clear that this was the final decision and that there was not to be trifled with it. Yara let out a sigh of relief and Dany turned her head back to face her, smiling at her. The brunette smiled back, glad that the blonde hadn't broken her promise. For there was probably never going to be another if this courting did not work out. For one, because who could ever follow the silver-haired Queen? And secondly, she would probably have lost her head had the Queen made a pact with Euron. Hearing slight sounds of a struggle Yara looked back at the King who had fallen from grace.
He was trying to fight, but miserably failed as he was overpowered by the soldiers. This slight struggling went on for a while until one of the soldiers hit the man over the head with the back of his dagger, knocking Euron out cold. Yara smiled at the sight of the man being incapacitated, but knew that it was probably best not to be at the execution, for it would make her seem vengeful where she had no right to be. He had won the Kingsmoot. The reasons for people following him might not have been right and his sense of responsibility and knowledge of the current people who lived there probably not as abundant as hers, but still he had won. So she could not go to his execution, even if she wished to see the older man lose his head very badly.
She however did not wish for him to have never come back to the Iron Islands, as he had been the reason for her to leave and sail to Meereen. Which again led her to the person that she had taken a liking to: Daenerys Stormborn. She looked at the man one last time, taking all of him in: all the visible scars, the calloused hands, the weathered clothes. He might have been an abominable man, but he was Ironborn, no doubt about it. And as she looked at him like this, it would be the last time she saw him alive.
If she would mourn him? Perhaps. Maybe for the man he used to be, before the rebellion that had taken so much away from them all. And so she echoed the words in her head: what is dead may never die. She realised people were shuffling out of the room and having been deep in thought, she thought she might have missed the order to leave, so she made to leave as well.
"No, Yara. Stay please." she heard that soft lilt again. The voice of the woman she desired resonated throughout the room and the voice was like a feast so very pleasing to her ears.
Yara simply turned back, standing a few steps below the younger girl. She looked up to her and was once again captivated by those eyes. Eyes that looked at her with doubt, hoping for her confirmation that she did the right thing. Yara did not speak, her eyes however conveyed her message clearly enough. She believed Daenerys had done the right thing.
Everyone cleared out of the room without even looking at them strangely for staying in the throne room all by themselves, their growing relationship and closeness to each other in the past weeks was not a secret after all. They never hid it, if one only knew where to look, they would be able to see the attraction that was there. And Euron Greyjoy apparently did not. So really no one thought too much on the fact that they were staying there alone. Silence stretched on and stares never lingered from each other, not even for a second.
"I thought you would break your promise." Yara softly admitted, hoping to not make her remark sound so harshly in the silence. The brunette never liked breaking silences.
"Why would you think that?" the blonde asked her, completely flabbergasted.
"When you looked at me I thought I saw doubt in your eyes, doubt about our alliance…doubt about us." the warrior said, not meeting the eyes of the other girl.
Daenerys gave her a small knowing smile and explained herself: "I was doubting whether I was making the right decision regarding your uncle. Whether your people would accept you as their Queen, if it was done this way. That is why I looked at you with doubt."
"Thank you," Yara replied, "for being so thoughtful. Too many people have just broken the promises they made to me. I did not wish for this to be another one of those instances, as I do not believe I would have survived it, literally and figuratively, this time."
The blonde regarded her with a look that held sorrow in it, for a life that the blonde herself hadn't even lived. Yara smiled at the girl who could show so much empathy for another so easily. She saw the younger girl take a few steps down until she was one step above Yara, putting her at about the same height as the brunette. The blonde leaned forward and before she realized it Yara could feel the soft press of warm lips against her own. This kiss wasn't about desire or wanting or claiming. It was a kiss of understanding, a kiss that held promise. And as the brunette kissed back softly she thought back to her mother's words. Her mother's broken promise.
I'll stay with you forever, my little warrior.
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I hope all of you enjoyed it!
Xoxo
Vera