A/N: Hello! This chapter will taking place in S3E8. The only pairing in this story that is of importance is Daenerys/Keira (OC) with a side of Jon/OFC. As it says down below: No important animals (direwolves, dragons, and some others) will be harmed. Might be rushed, but that is how I type. Rated T for language and blood.

NO DIREWOLVES WILL BE KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC.

ALSO NO DRAGONS WILL BE KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC.

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I own nothing but my original characters and their storylines. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.

Italic sentences like this, mean that the person is speaking in another language or if it is an entire part then it is a memory, also it is how Balerio communicates with Keira.

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Daenerys pulls the cowl closer to her face as she scans over the encampment alongside Jorah and Barristan.

She relaxes when she glances over her shoulder and catches sight of Keira not too far behind where they stood. The Stark was conversing with the scouts that were sent to watch these 'friends' of Yunkai. The Khaleesi's attention returns to the tents a few feet from them when several men on horses return to the camp. She wondered if this was all of their army. Barristan narrows his eyes at the sight of the riders.

"Men who fight for gold have neither honor nor loyalty and cannot be trusted." He glances over to Jorah.

"They can be trusted to kill you if they're well paid. And the yunkish are paying them well." Jorah says, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword.

Keira joins them and stands not too far from the Targaryen's side, "You know these men?" Daenerys questions Jorah.

"I know the broken swords on their banners. They're called the Second Sons. A company led by a Braavosi named Mero the Titan's Bastard." Jorah answers.

Daenerys looks to him, "Is he more titan or bastard?" She raises her brow at the warrior before returning her gaze to the encampment.

"He is a dangerous man, Khaleesi. They all are." Jorah sighs when he notices the Targaryen pays his warning no mind.

She remains silent for a moment, "How many?" Daenerys questions Keira who had her eyes trained on every warrior she could see in the camp.

But Barristan answers for the Khalessi's lover instead, "Two thousand, Your Grace. Armored and mounted." He turns to the silver haired girl.

"Enough to make a difference?" She asks the older man and he nods before she turns to Keira, "What is your opinion?" Daenerys locks her violet eyes with silver ones.

"It's too many. The scouts said that we may have enough to overwhelm them, but the Second Sons won't play by any rules. Playing dirty is in their mindset." The Stark glances at the Khalessi, "But...they could be useful." Keira hoped that Daenerys knew what she had in mind.

Daenerys nods and turns back to the encampment, "It's hard to collect wages from a corpse. I'm sure the sellswords prefer to fight for the winning side?" She turns to Jorah.

"I imagine you're right." He already knew where this was going.

She nods, "I'd like to talk to the titan's bastard about winning." Daenerys says.

"He may not agree to meet." Barristan immediately speaks up.

"He will. A man who fights for gold can't afford to lose to a girl." Daenerys says, turning around to head back to camp.

She grabs Keira's arm and leads her straight into their tent when they arrive, saying a quick hello to her children before smashing her lips against the Stark's. She pulls off her cowl and begins to guide Keira onto the makeshift bed, but felt the Stark stopping her. They break apart to catch their breaths while Daenerys felt her mood decrease when Keira looks away and then proceeds to leave the tent. The Khaleesi wanted to question what was wrong with the girl, but felt as if she would be pressing the matter. So she left it alone and began getting ready for the arrival of the Second Sons.

Keira watches Daenerys from her spot on the hill.

The meeting with the captains of the Second Sons had begun not too long ago, but the Stark wasn't able to join.

The Mother of Dragons couldn't very well reveal all her cards at once if the meeting went sideways. Keira begins playing with a twig, her mind wandering to the last vision she saw. This Night King worried Balerio and it was reflecting on the Stark's behavior. She knew that Daenerys sensed something was wrong, but Keira didn't want to cause the Khaleesi to worry about an ancient threat beyond the Wall on the other side of the sea. However, she knew it was bound to come out eventually.

Keira's eyes narrow when one of the captains gets too close to Daenerys after sitting down. Feeling her rage spiking, the black-haired girl gets up and makes her way over to a clear area near the edge of camp where she begins to memorize her training. She loses track of time and nearly jumps when a fancy looking dagger meets hers. A man that was no more than two feet taller than her stood before her dressed in Second Son armor with a grin plastered on his face. She steps back from him and raises her brow.

"You are very talented in fighting. Might I ask for your name?" He wore a charming smile.

Keira wasn't falling for it, "That depends." She spoke as an idea sprouts in her mind.

"On what?" He asks.

"If you can beat me." Keira took a stance as he raises his own brow.

He chuckles, "Very well." The man takes a stance as well.

The Stark let a few seconds fly by before stepping forward with a swing, easily scraping the man with the tip of her blade. A cut opens on his bicep as he moves to dodge the attack. His smile disappears from his face and a more serious look takes form, making Keira's adrenaline spike in anticipation of a good fight. Both the fighters didn't notice the crowd gathering or that the other two captains and Daenerys were watching as well.

The man attacks swiftly with his dagger and counters with his sword while Keira manages to dodge and counter both, making the two equal in the amount of cuts and bruises gained. He manages to knock the Starks blade out of her grip and goes in for a furry of attacks with his dagger, aiming for her gut. Keira barely dodges each time before remembering that her axes were on her waist. She decides not to use them as the man extends his arm and goes in for the kill, but Keira catches his arm. She twists the man's wrist, grabs his dagger, and holds it to his throat with a heavy release of breath.

Silence passes over the area before Keira steps back and hands the man his dagger, "Looks like I win." The Stark says.

The man chuckles and grabs his dagger, sheathing it before wiping his forehead clear of blood, "You caught me off guard, girl. I'm surprised the Mother of Dragons didn't introduce you to us at the meeting." He says with his charming smile returned.

Daenerys steps forward then, "Allow me to introduce you now. Daario Naharis, meet Keira Stark of Winterfell. A westerosi." The Khaleesi spoke with confidence and didn't hide the prideful look in her eyes that was directed towards the Stark.

Daario glances between the two as a smirk begins to make its way onto his face, "Well, I suppose we should take our leave now." He nods at the other two captains before turning to Keira, "M'lady." He bows to her and leaves.

Keira narrows her eyes as she watches the three leave camp before following Daenerys back to their tent. She tends to her own wounds as the Mother of Dragons begins to lounge on the couch. She begins wincing when she passes over the cuts that came with bruises and some curses fly out of her mouth. The Stark nearly jumps once more when Daenerys appears beside her, grabbing the ends of the girl's tunic and lifting it off of her so she could have better access. Keira watches the Khaleesi clean her wounds.

"Why did you leave?" Daenerys murmurs as she runs a wet cloth over a cut right below Keira's left breast.

The Stark winces before sighing, "I...can't tell you. I don't want you to worry about something that is across the sea." Keira looks down.

The Targaryen puts a finger below the black-haired girl's chin and makes her look up at her, "Whatever it is, we'll face it together." She speaks softly as her eyes search Keira's.

Keira nods as Daenerys moves her hand to rest on the Stark's cheek before her lips meets hers. The cloth is forgotten as the kiss grows more passionate and fierce. But the Mother of Dragons stops it from going further, knowing that this wasn't the right place that she wanted to take her wolf in. She felt heat rush down to between her legs at the thought of Keira being hers. As she watches Keira redress, the Targaryen made a mental note to gather her people in the morning to finally tell them what belonged to her.

It was time everyone knew.

A/N: I am so terribly sorry for being late. Family, the flu, and other stuff has had me busy and to top it off I don't have a way to watch Game of Thrones at the moment so I'm grabbing scenes off of Youtube. But anyways, I should be back. And I know that later on in this episode Daario ends up joining Daenerys, but I decided to skip that scene because I mean Keira wouldn't be there and this just seems like a good place to end the chapter. Thank you all for the reviews, favs, and follows so far. I did not think that this story would get this much feedback, but I'm glad so many of you are liking it. Anywho.

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