A/N: Wow, first off, this year has been crazy. Went to the Doctors and was told "We don't know what's wrong with you." got the bill of $1965, yea that was awesome. Just finished moving, literally yesterday was my only day to move from one home to the next. Horizon Zero Dawn and Mass Effect Andromeda are both amazing and I love them in my spare time. If anyone wants to add me on PSN: KiritoShepard or Xbox: Tsunade Uzumaki.
Lyanna waited patiently while Daenerys studied her from the throne of Meereen. Lyanna offered no defense in the matter, she had done what she thought was right. Hours after their strike at the Eastern Watcher, Lyanna and the company returned to the house and retrieved Beskha's former master. Croft had again cautioned against such an action, but Lyanna would hear no word of it. After all, Northerners kept their word.
"Make it quick." Was all Lyanna had said to Beskha as she motioned Asher and Croft with her further up the road. The mans screams soon turned to high pitch squeals before meeting an abrupt end in silence. Beskha came to them with very little new blood on her, but Lyanna could see a weight from Beskha had been removed, she was finally free of her old life.
"You do realize that you have put me in a very difficult position Lyanna Stark." Daenerys said calmly, but Lyanna could see the storm behind her eyes. "Former slavers were to be left alone by our forces. Croft has told me that he cautioned against this, but you have disobeyed my orders and instead let him be slaughtered by Beskha. I can not allow this to happen again-"
"Lets get one thing straight here," Lyanna interrupted, marching deliberately up the large steps of the dais, causing the Unsullied to shift nervously. "I do not answer to you. I am not your soldier or your mercenary. I have not sworn Fealty to you or given any other oath to commit to your cause. I am here because I care about you. But do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Letting that man live was the easy decision but it was not the right one. Beskha needed this and it's done."
Daenerys looked at Lyanna, and while she would never admit this out loud, Lyanna had made a point. Nothing tied them together except for the feelings between them that had gone nowhere since that first kiss. Daenerys sighed heavily, she still missed that happy girl who she had bumped into at the Dothraki market. But Lyanna was a different woman now, We both are, Daenerys thought to herself.
"You have made your point Lyanna Stark." Daenerys said quietly, Lyanna hated to see her looked defeated by anything. The Stark woman only wanted her to succeed in her endeavors. To see Daenerys Targaryen on the Iron Throne in Kings Landing. With Daenerys on the throne, maybe what was happening beyond the Wall could be stopped before it was too late. Daenerys continued in a lower tone. "Return later and I shall have more to speak with you about. For now, I must deal with the rest of the Masters before the city is covered in blood."
Lyanna watched as Daenerys left the room, a few Unsullied stayed to guard this spot. Sitting down on the steps, Lyanna put her face in her hands and tried to remember the faces of her family. She would not cry, not here in public, not in front of the Unsullied, it was just make both her and them uncomfortable. When she made her way down to Rickon, her youngest sibling, she picked herself up and walked out. She had to meet with Beskha and Asher to see if they were successful.
Walking down through Meereen after its liberation from the Masters was a depressing change to Lyanna. Where there had been people and small pockets of happiness in the city, now everything felt like it was a knife's edge away from descending into chaos. People remained shut in their homes, no children played in the streets and lately groups in dark clothing could be seen moving around more frequently. She would do what she could to warn Daenerys of the problem, but frankly, Lyanna had to fix her own crumbling house before the Stark name was erased from the world.
Trying to find her wayward companions took some time, but luckily by now, the Direwolves could probably track them anywhere in the world. The neighborhood was on the richer part of Meereen, however Lyanna could tell that whoever had stayed here before, was probably laying dead in the street. Shouts could be heard from inside one such house, she followed the wolves into it to find a crowd gathered around something in the courtyard. Lyanna could just see the top of Beskha's head when a large man with a shaved head and recently broken nose blocked her way intimidatingly.
"I'm here to see Beskha and the man who probably broke your nose" She said nonchalantly. He seemed to think about it for a second before grinning reaching for an axe. Lyanna looked at him dully before telling him. "Okay, but remember you wanted this."
Reaching down, she gripped most of his groin in one hand and twisted. His face seemed to shrink in on itself as the pain was delivered immediately. When he tried to grab at her arms to make her let go, Lyanna grabbed a dagger so he would reconsider his options. When his breathing turned to just a few puffs of air and he started to grind his teeth did Lyanna know that she could try again.
"Now would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of Beskha and Asher, I suppose to could find myself owing you a favor of your choosing." Lyanna said as straight faced as possible. He moved back and nodded his head in the direction of the courtyard. Letting go of his tidbits, Lyanna wiped her hand on the cleanest part of his shirt that she could see. The man wheezed out something and moved out of her way.
Walking closer, Lyanna pushed her way through to Beskha. The taller woman didn't seem to acknowledge her presence until Lyanna bump her shoulder. Looking over with a scowl Beskha only nodded in the direction of the pit just a few feet away. Looking down, Lyanna saw that Asher was facing another man, a pit fighter by his clothing. While Lyanna could say she was confident in Asher's ability to fight, it appeared that he couldn't even use his own weapons.
"What is going on here?" Lyanna asked Beskha loudly over the sound the of cheering, which resulted in more than a few heads turning their way. Beskha didn't even look up from the fight to answer her.
"The pit fighters says that if we want their help than we have to prove that we can impress them. That is why Asher is down there without his gear. Amaya over there" she indicated to a woman watching them instead of the fight, "seems to be holding the reins of most of them. Oh shit, here she comes." True to her words, the dark-skinned scarred woman got up from her throne and made her way purposefully towards them, a scowl covering most of her face.
"Yet another you bring here Beskha, another feeble Westerosi who needs 'great warriors to take back her home'? Like I told Asher before we are pit fighters! Asher told them that he served another. He is down there fighting Bloodsong right now to see if he impresses us enough to earn our following." A cry of pain caught everyone's attention as they looked into the pit and found Bloodsong laying on the ground out cold. Amaya seemed to argue with herself before she threw a sword down Asher's feet.
Bending over to pick it up, Asher looked up at Amaya before seeing Lyanna right next to her. His eyes seemed to ask her the question, seeing the shake of her head was all the confirmation he needed before he looked up. Over the crowd that had begun to chant his name, Asher cried out.
"Where I come from, we don't kill people for sport." Silence loomed over the crowd like a veil as Asher reached down to offer Bloodsong a hand up. Reluctantly the fallen man grabbed it and got to his feet but not without favoring one leg that appeared to be damaged. "The Masters who once held your chains decided who lived and who died. But as you can see, we are not here to be your Masters." He paused as the cheering resumed. Lyanna could not be more proud of Asher.
"My friend came to us to pick the best. And I chose you for a reason. You are true warriors! Warriors I admire and respect! You deserve better than this! You deserve more than to die for someone else's entertainment. Fight with us, and it won't just be for sport. You'll fight for something greater, to save the innocents. And murder the guilty! If you have the balls to follow us, we will set sail at dawn. And to those to craven to join us, to hell with you!" He spit on the ground and threw the sword for good measure.
A silence fell over the crowd again and Lyanna survey them with a critical eye. Bringing her lips to her mouth, she whistled sharply, catching the attention of everyone there.
"To those who weren't convinced, you should know, that while we lack your flair," she held her arm out to the side as Shadow came up beside her, ruffling the wolfs fur, "us Westerosi always have the best enemies. Come with us, and I'll unleash you upon our ancient enemy. Don't come with us just because it's the right thing to do. Come to challenge yourself, better yourself. Come on Asher, your first drink is on me." With that she turned around, pulling the wolves and her friends with her.
Lyanna returned to the throne room later that night. The Unsullied still stood guard, she spotted Ser Barristan coming out from where Daenerys' sleeping quarters were. Looking down with nervousness, Lyanna could feel the loss of her family. And mostly it started with her father, the man Ser Barristan had let be slaughtered. When he was about to pass her without a word, Lyanna grabbed his elbow.
"I won't...I won't condemn you for doing your duty to your King." She said though the words were like poison, making tears fall. "But please, just tell me why?" Turning toward her, Ser Barristan pulled her onto the balcony away from the eyes and ears of the Unsullied. Even in the quiet, his voice was low as Lyanna was turned towards him with her head down.
"I thought Joffery was a better man and King than he was." Pulling her into his chest, he admitted the truth finally. "I made a mistake Lady Stark and it cost your father his life. A more honorable man than Eddard Stark, there never was. I'm sorry." He could feel her shaking against him, quietly sobbing and accepting her grief. They stayed like that for a few more minutes before separating. No words were said after that but there was no more tension between the two of them.
When Ser Barristan left, Lyanna made her way towards Daenerys' sleep quarters, and while there was no door, she knocked on the wall to see if the Queen would even want to see her. When she heard the acknowledgement to come in Lyanna slowly stepped around the wall and into the room, the view instantly stealing her breath away. Daenerys was standing there in a beautiful blue dress, its color making the wearer shine in the candle light. Daenerys smiled softly to Lyanna and bid her to come closer.
Lyanna moved to her with purpose, pulling Daenerys into her arms and holding her close. Lyanna wanted no regrets with Daenerys, especially since she was leaving so soon. She only wanted the now, to put all the harsh words and feelings behind them. She tilts her head to the side and looks at the younger woman intently before gently kissing her, pulling apart only once breath is required.
"Daenerys," Lyanna says with all her heart, finally confessing everything. "I love you."
The words stun the Targaryen Queen for a moment before a smile threatened to split her face it two and she quickly pulled the Stark back in for a kiss. Turning them both around, Daenerys gently but firmly pushed the other girl onto the bed. Smiling at how Lyanna looked at her with love plainly written across her face, Daenerys moved around the room and blew out all the candles. With only the light of the moon from outside her room, Daenerys walked backed to her bed.
When Lyanna awoke the next morning before dawn, naked and next to an equally naked Daenerys, nothing was more perfect than that moment.
A/N: Well there it is finally. I'm glad I got this out. No, I'm not discontinuing this story. Until next time guys, Review or just send a shout out.