A/N: So Ladies and Gentlemen, Chapter 20 will officially start us off in Season 3, there may be a little bit of lagging between the TV series and the game, still not sure yet. Also Reala, if you are reading this then :P. Seriously though, thank you Realakru, you are the best. And now, onto Astapor.

Lyanna stood next to the railing with Daenerys and the direwolves all around her while she watched Benam and his crew sail away. She had had to rush to get onto the deck to stop each ship from fighting for nothing. Lyanna endured being tackled and almost licked to death as the direwolves smelled her coming. Asher had hugged her and even Beskha smiled before she punched her in the arm.

Ser Jorah wasn't pleased with her return, but he couldn't deny that her presence already had an effect on Daenerys. He had watched as Lyanna went across to her ship when they pulled together. Hoping he would take all of her companions with her as she left. Disappointment must have been clearly written on his face when she shook hands with every man and came back.

The whole incident only delayed both ships by less than an hour, so they were still on course to be in Astapor by nightfall. As they began their journey again, Daenerys pulled her into the cabin to address the small cuts that she had obtained coming through the window. Asher, Beskha and the wolves were close by after being apart for so long. Shadow barely let the Lyanna leave a foot of space between them.

Rolling up her sleeves, Lyanna found several pieces of small shards still in her arm. Not enough to be dangerous, but after everything, her adrenaline was coming down to normal levels and it was starting to hurt. Daenerys gently picked at the glass and once that was done, she washed the wounds and wrapped them in clean bandages. Lyanna looked up at her and smiled, after almost 9 months, she was glad to have these people in her life.

"Why is it that whenever you come into my life, that you always have to make an entrance?" Daenerys asked Lyanna. She could see that beneath the smile that Lyanna had changed. She was sharper now, whatever or wherever she had been for the almost a year had taken a girl and given back a woman. A familiar screech brought Dany back to her senses and Lyanna looked around the room to see what had made the noise.

"Ah, it seems that I have been neglectful, you have yet to meet my children." Daenerys told her as she stood up and walked to where she had hidden the dragons. Pulling out Drogon, his eyes immediately landed on Shadow as he flapped his way and landed on her shoulders. Lyanna was too shocked to say anything as the dragon came and landed on her wolf.

When Shadow just seemed to let it happen like it was an everyday thing, she was even more perplexed. Shadow nudged Lyanna's hand with her head in an attempt to get her to pet her. When she did absentmindedly, Drogon looked up and sniffed the hand that was near. Daenerys came up and sat next to Lyanna and smiled at her, giving her a reassuring smile. Drogon figured that if his mother was okay with her, than there were no problems.

"You're a mother….of dragons?" Lyanna asked Daenerys quietly as Drogon smelled more of her fingers and arm. Gently running her fingers over him as she got over the fact that this creature had been gone for hundreds of years. She looked back at Daenerys in shock. "How is this possible?" Daenerys only smiled in response before she started from when they had left each other.

Lyanna stood on the deck as she looked at Astapor shining with lights even after dark. Daenerys and Ser Jorah had elected to turn in early so they could meet with the Unsullied seller. She would be joining them as well, while Asher, Beskha and the wolves walked around and got the lay of the land. Also Beskha had threatened to kill the owner if she met him. Only trouble she had was that she couldn't sleep.

Well, she probably could have slept if she was next to that silver-haired beauty. But Ser Jorah had taken up to sleeping right by the door. She smiled at the thought and remembered how Asher and Beskha had looked when she was all caught up with their time apart. But now that she was here and everything seemed to be going in a good direction, she didn't know what to do at the moment.

For so long, she had been trying just to get back to everyone, but now that she was with them, it appeared that she would have to readjust to everyone. Turning back from the site of the city, she moved back to the hammock that she got right next to Beskha and Asher. Lying down on the hammock, she found Beskha looking at her. She didn't say anything, just laid looking at her in case Lyanna needed anything, even if it was only an ear. Lyanna smiled and closed her eyes, sleep came soon enough.

The following morning Daenerys, Ser Jorah and Lyanna all walked around the city of Astapor headed to meet a broker. They waited until a young woman around her own age wearing a light blue robe. Introducing herself as Missandi, she would act as an interpreter between Daenerys and her master Kraznys mo Naklos. She had a kind demeanor to her, obviously she had been acclimated to this life for quite some time.

They proceeded to follow her in silence as they were led to a large sectioned off part of the city. Along the walls and walkways, men dressed in leather stood ready. Each with a spear and a shield, helmet pulled down and looking out in all directions. These were the Unsullied, who were said to be the best fighting force in the world. They had won against insurmountable odds, even when others had run.

Kraznys mo Naklos was found sitting lazily in a chair with a slave fanning him with a giant leaf. Already this man was irritating to Lyanna, he just waved Missandi off as she introduced them. Getting up from his chair, he motioned for them to follow. Walking around the compound was a bore, Kraznys droned on and on in his native tongue while Missandi interpreted. His tone left much to be desired and Lyanna felt that Missandi was a lot more diplomatic then she wanted to be.

"What about in the snow? Have they ever fought in the winter across the Narrow Sea in Westeros? Or against an actual army or disciplined force?" Lyanna asked suddenly which surprised Missandi for a moment before relaying the words to her master. The man barely gave her a passing glance as he continued on before speaking briefly to Missandi.

"My master says that in the desert or the snow, the Unsullied will do as they are told. That is what they have been trained to do." Missandi told her as they came to small area with a platform. The whole history of the Unsullied was laid bare with the soft voice of Missandi. Early training regiment, only the strongest surviving, and the murder of an innocent baby to earn their shield. 8000 babies murdered for a piece of equipment that was meant to protect lives.

Walking away from the Unsullied barracks, Daenerys was upset at what she had witnessed, while Jorah laid out the benefits of such a army would do. Lyanna honestly was split down the middle. Yes, if Daenerys wanted her shot at the Iron Throne, then she would need the Unsullied. Although using such a force would definitely not say anything good about her character but in the end that wouldn't make victory any less assured.

Lyanna suddenly found herself walking alone, she paused and looked around to see Daenerys following a small girl who carried around a ball of some kind. Watching Daenerys play a kids game with the little girl brought a smile to Lyanna's face. Especially when she the smile on Daenerys' face, she looking so at peace simply playing with a child. When someone wearing a black cloak started moving towards Daenerys, Lyanna swore to herself and walked after them.

The little girl had stopped along the docks and thrown her ball to Daenerys, starting to unscrew it, the stranger grabbed her hand and forced her to drop it. Ser Jorah was thankfully much closer and quicker on getting the man off of her. Somehow in the confusion, all three people managed to find themselves on the ground. Lyanna could just barely make out the ball from earlier opening up and something crawling out, a bug of some sort with a deadly looking stinger.

Thankfully the stranger was quick with his reflexes and stabbed the bug as it was charging Daenerys to sting her. Lyanna didn't stop as she and the stranger rushed after the girl from before. Lyanna saw her just off the docks, but could hear no splash, and when she looked over the edge, the water wasn't disturbed. The stranger pointed out another part of the docks, behind them and higher up. Hearing Daenerys whisper something about 'Warlocks', Lyanna knew she would have to get some answers from her.

Pulling down his hood, Barristan Selmy introduced himself to Daenerys. Ser Jorah was quick to tell Daenerys exactly who this man was when he commented that King Robert was dead. He had originally served her father and wanted to serve her now as a Queensguard. Daenerys looked at both Ser Jorah and Lyanna as if to ask what they thought. Lyanna simply nodded her head to Daenerys, Barristan Selmy was one the best swordsmen in the world.

When Daenerys turned to Ser Jorah to find out his opinion, Lyanna turned and looked at Selmy.

"Ser Barristan, what news of my father and family? I'm afraid I have been very out of touch with my family since I left Kings Landing." Lyanna knew that as soon as she asked, she may not want the answer to any of her questions regarding her family. Barristan was quiet for a long while, as if he was trying best to figure out what to say to her. Unfortunately Daenerys walked back up to the two of them and nodded at Ser Barristan. It seems that he would get his opportunity to be her Queensguard, if it proved to be a mistake, Daenerys would have Jorah, Lyanna, Beskha and Asher here to get rid of him.

It seemed Lyanna would have to wait for her answers as Daenerys was very curious as to why Barristan Selmy was coming to her now, and what he could bring to her. Lyanna excused herself from the three and made her way back towards the ship they came into the docks on. For now it would serve as place to rest until they were ready to move on.

She found Asher and Beskha sitting on the docks, all three wolves lying down next to them. Lyanna smiled when Shadow perked up and came her way, petting the direwolf on the head she sat down next to Asher and found that they were drinking….something local. Passing over the jug, Lyanna took a small mouthful and grimaced in disgust. Well…..you didn't drink it for the flavor she reminded herself.

"Where are her royal highness and the vigilant knight?" Beskha asked in a tone that Lyanna knew she really didn't care at the moment. If they weren't fighting then she was on an extended break, the poor bastard who interrupted her drinking would meet a horrible fate. Asher and her must have been out here awhile from the weight that was left in the jug.

"They are getting every bit of information out of the new Queensguard as they can," Lyanna said, watching the ships move in and out of the harbor "though he may be the only Queensguard at the moment. I'm pretty sure Ser Jorah isn't one and you two," pausing to look at each of them "nevermind."

"Hey," Asher protested weakly "that's not nice. I mean it's true, but still not nice. What sort of poor bastard would go to and offer his sword and life for her?" He asked as he took a drink from the jug again.

"Ser Barristan Selmy." Lyanna had to stop when Asher suddenly spit out his drink in a fine mist and stared at her dumbfounded look.

"That old bastard is here. Oh man, Beskha we have got to fight this old goat. He is said to be the greatest Westerosi swordsmen." Asher was like a little kid with his excitement. Yup Lyanna thought it's good to be with friends again.

A/N: Hey everyone, totally sorry for the delay. I got roped into doing a Collab fic with a couple of woman. Couldn't really say no to that now could I? Hope everyone is still enjoying this fic. As we saw, Ser Barristan Selmy has arrived and now the Unsullied Army is about to march. Please review, Questions or Suggestions are always welcomed and considered.