A/N: So honestly, I got all my chores done and I'm super bored. So, I'm gonna write another chapter. Enjoy.
Lyanna laughed heartily as Beskha proceeded to explain how trying to kill a man who carried two double axes from lying on the ground was not the best way. Asher looked sheepish but laughed just as loud and he proceeded to give his own version of the story. His story being much more action packed and worthy of a Forrester.
Lyanna could not have asked for better traveling companion. Asher and Beskha told her all about their adventures since they had been together. The bond between them was undeniable. Beskha looked after Asher as if he was her little brother. Lyanna smiled at his luck, a world away and he still had family with him.
They had stopped at a small inn just south of Vaes Dothrak. The Dothraki would raid anyone who was camped on their land, realizing this would keep merchants away, the Dosh Khaleen set up inns for traveler who were coming to Vaes Dothrak. Lyanna was able to find out everything they would need to know before entering the city, such as packing their weapons. Her companions hadn't been happy about it, especially Asher with his axe, but had agreed that hiding the weapons was worth keeping your head.
The plan would be to split up and search for the young Targaryen, and then see if they could persuade her to meet with Lyanna. Hopefully, they could get in and out without any incident. They would each be taking a direwolf with them. While they weren't trained pets, all three wolves seemed to understand the situation they were in and she hoped they behaved.
She bid both of them goodnight, tired from riding for so long since before King's Landing. Tomorrow would be a long and tiring day at best and deadly at worst. She would need her rest and to keep a sharp eye and wit if she wanted to live long enough to get back to her family.
Lyanna had walked through the eastern marketplace for the last several hours. She had wandered around the stalls, seeing what wares they were 'trading' here. It had taken awhile but she finally thought she figured out the system in place. East and West marketplaces would trade with each other, if a Dothraki found something he liked, it would be gifted mostly.
Daenerys Targaryen, the new Khaleesi, had apparently not been in the marketplace for some time. Someone had threatened her while Khal Drogo had been present. It hadn't ended well for the stupid man. Lyanna stopped for a moment and sighed, she would find some lunch and then continue on for another couple of hours.
She chose to eat a small lunch of bread and a few strips of meat by a small creek that wound its way through the marketplace. Shadow sat next to her and leaned against her. People had kept a fair distance from them when they entered the marketplace, no one had seen a direwolf before. Luckily all three were still just a little larger than they should be. Lyanna guessed that they would almost be the size of a horse within a year. Beskha had looked at her like she'd grown two heads when Lyanna had expressed a desire to ride Shadow. Honestly, the woman had no sense of epic adventure, fighting and adventuring from one side of the world to the other was fine, and riding a direwolf was where she drew the line.
She handed Shadow the last few pieces of meat and threw what remained of her bread into the water for the ducks. She got up and brushed her hands off on her pants and began to walk away. Turning her head back to make sure Shadow was keeping up, she was just about to whistle when she collided with another body. Both had been unprepared for the collision and tried to grab onto something to steady them.
Going down in a tangle of limbs and clothes, Lyanna found herself knocked onto her back and her head struck the ground hard. Another body landed right on top of her, thankfully not very big, mostly a big girl or small woman. She tried to open her eyes, but the pain in her head stopped her for a moment. Shadow was off to the side, whining in distress over her mistress and it sounded like people were murmuring quietly as if something very bad had happened.
Lyanna felt dizzy and lightheaded, something that hadn't happened since she was barely a teenager. She peaked her eyes open and saw white. It reminded her of the summer snows that fell in Winterfell. Opening her eyes wider, she saw the face of a young woman looking up at her and in her dizzy state said something that sounded very stupid.
"Wow, your very pretty lady." Yup Lyanna thought I sound like a right idiot. Two other ladies came over and helped the woman up. Lyanna grabbed the back of her head and rolled to the side to alleviate the ache in her back. She rolled over onto her knees before getting to her feet, albeit she was still swaying side to side from the headache. She closed her eyes again and tried to shake the last of the dizziness away.
Hearing a commotion, she saw a man heading for her, fairly young, tan skin and dark hair. A Dothraki man if she is not mistaken, unfortunately he seemed to be coming at her with violent intend if the whip in his hand was anything to go by. Shadow was about to pounce the man when Lyanna held up her hand to stop her and the blonde haired girl yelled at him.
They spoke in a language which she thought was Dothraki, but she couldn't be sure. The man didn't seem happy about being stopped but he listened to the woman. While the other two women who were with her seemed to be checking her over to make sure she wasn't hurt. Lyanna finally got enough of a hold on herself and bowed before the woman.
"I am so very sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." She could not believe she had made that much of a fool of herself. She could actually picture her twin laughing his ass off at watching her take a fall like that.
"Don't worry, it's quite alright. I was also looking the other way. You're from Westeros correct, from my home country?" She spoke with a quiet but kind voice. Lyanna noticed that she had a gentle way about her. The Dothraki man with her again pointed at Lyanna and said something to the young lady. She again replied to him and waved him off a little ways. Shadow had taken to sniffing at the lady's handmaidens and then the lady herself.
"Shadow," she called the direwolf over "leave the poor lady alone, we have done enough damage for one day." But Shadow was undeterred and rubbed up against her, which she was rewarded with a laugh and a scratch on her head. The wolf had absolutely no shame in the attention she was getting. Tongue hanging out the side of her mouth and grinning like mad.
One of her handmaidens started to talk to her and Lyanna couldn't understand most of what they were saying. However, once the word 'Khaleesi' was mentioned, Lyanna perked up and looked more closely at the woman she had bumped into. The silver/white hair was said to be a common Targaryen trait, while this girl didn't have purple irises, she had to be the only one here. She was about to ask her what her name was when a deep voice called out.
"Khaleesi, stay away from her, I don't know if she can be trusted." Lyanna turned and found an older man coming towards the both of them. He was an older man and she could already tell he was from the Westeros like her, his accent even sounded northern. Luckily, weapons weren't allowed in Vaes Dothrak or she was sure he might cut her down. Lyanna backed away and raised her arms up to the man to show she meant no harm.
"I meant no offense, I promise, I was just looking for someone and got distracted. I'm on a mission to find Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen." That only seemed to rile the man up more as he started to speak to the Dothraki man quickly, who quickly was unwinding his whip. Things weren't going well so far, luckily the kind lady was just as confused.
"Lyanna, we couldn't find a single fucking thing in the maze. I hope you had a better time." A voice called out behind her and everyone present turned to watch as Asher and Beskha along with Lady and Nymeria came walking into the area and took in the situation. Even without their weapons they were still prepared to fight. When everyone started to tense up, so did all three wolves, hairs raising and snarling at the men.
Lyanna placed herself between her friends and the new group of people, trying desperately to calm everyone down. Both sides seemed unable to back down from the other, luckily everyone seemed to listen when Daenerys came to her rescue. Taking a place alongside Lyanna, she spoke to everyone in that same caring and patient tone.
"Everyone, let's all just calm down and talk this out. I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable answer to all of this. Now," she turned and looked at Lyanna directly "would you care to explain why you are looking for me and why Ser Jorah wants to have you thrown from the city this very moment?" Lyanna could tell by the undertone, she wanted answers or Ser Jorah would have his way and maybe more.
"My name is Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, my companions are Asher Forrester of Ironrath and Beskha the Basilisk of Essos. I have been charged by the Hand of the King to deliver a message to you." Lyanna could see the rage in her eyes as the 'King' was mentioned but bit her tongue and nodded for Lyanna to continue. Reaching into her pocket, slowly after Ser Jorah warned her, she pulled out the scroll her father had given to her and presented it to Daenerys.
Daenerys stared at the parchment for a moment before nodding to Ser Jorah to take it. Looking at the seal, he confirmed its origin and opened it. Daenerys waited a moment before looking to him for answers. Lyanna looked over at Asher and Beskha and nodded at them to relax, hopefully everything would be alright.
"Well Ser Jorah, what does the Usurper want me to hear?" Daenerys asked with barely concealed rage.
"Actually, this isn't from the Usurper Robert Baratheon, but his Hand Eddard Stark. It says that the girl before us is his eldest daughter and that sending her here to you should be proof enough of his desire to not see you die by assassination. He wishes no harm to befall you so long as you don't try to reclaim the Iron Throne. He goes on asking that we don't hurt his daughter. The stamp is House Stark's sigil, so I'm inclined to believe he wrote this. Although I can't really say how truthful it is." Lyanna turned with rage on the man.
"My father is a man of honor, he would never stoop so low as to lie, especially to a woman who he wants to live. But I suppose a law breaker like you wouldn't know anything about that. I know of you Ser Jorah Mormont. You knew it was against the law and still you sold those men. My father was obligated to punish you." Before Jorah could reply, Daenerys silenced them both with a word.
"Enough," she spoke out "Ser Jorah would you say that what she said is true, that this Eddard Stark is an honorable man? Can we trust what he has written here, especially with his daughter right in front of me?" Jorah had a thoughtful look on his face before he nodded.
"As much as I dislike Lord Stark, he has been an honorable man for as long as I've known him. I remember when it was announced that Lady Stark had given birth to twins and this girl is the right age for her to be that girl." While he didn't like that she was there, he would tolerate Lyanna's presence for as long as his Khaleesi desired.
Looking back at Lyanna, Daenerys weighed her options. Imprisoning the girl or worse would be sending the Seven Kingdom's an open invitation for war. Sending her away would be easiest but the girl may refuse and continue her duty until she felt her father would want her to stop. She was about to ask the girl what she intended to do when Lyanna suddenly grabbed her and pulled her to the ground, covering her with her body. Daenerys saw a several flashes of silver in the air, a scream followed and then blood splashed on the ground in front of her. A hard thumb on the back of her head and darkness claimed Daenerys.
A/N: Well, that's my first cliffhanger. I decided to change the assassination attempt. I'm assuming that Varys wouldn't put all his plans on one Wine merchant who may or may not ever see Daenerys. That would be foolish as the attempt might never happen. Not a lot of Asher and Beskha, I still hope I am doing okay with pretty much everyone's personality. I really don't want anyone acting OOC. Please review, it's the only way I know if I need to change something. Till next time.