A/N: So I'm really trying hard to figure out what I'm going to do with Lyanna concerning season two, the trek through the Red Waste and then Qarth were what Daenerys was doing all of season 2. Can't see how Lyanna, Asher, Beskha or the wolves would be much help there. I am taking suggestions at the moment.
When Daenerys awoke, she could hear angry but quiet voices around her. Drogo wasn't supposed to be back until later this evening so the deeper voice must have been Ser Jorah but the lighter female voice wasn't familiar to her. Her head ached terribly but she pushed through and opened her eyes. Ser Jorah was off to the side arguing quietly with that dark haired girl from before. Lyanna, she thought yes Lyanna Stark. The Stark girl had her shoulder bandaged and didn't seem deterred as she stood toe to toe with Ser Jorah. Her companions were off drinking by the fire quietly watching the two fighting.
She moaned as she sat up and turned to everyone, looking down at her stomach to make sure everything was ok before turning to everyone else. Jorah and Lyanna stopped arguing and looked at her. Ser Jorah looked relieved as did Lyanna but her expression was softer with something else before she smiled at Daenerys.
"Glad you didn't make my trip a wasted effort princess. It would have been disappointing just to get here then travel all the way back to tell my father I failed on my first day." Turning to show her damaged shoulder "I hope you appreciate the fact that I got stabbed for you." Beskha had snuck up behind Lyanna and punched said shoulder gently which sent Lyanna grabbing it and groaning.
"Aw come on you big baby, let's leave the nice lady alone for a minute so she can collect herself." Beskha pulled her away and over to Asher, setting her down and making sure she had food in one hand and something to drink in the other. "Why is it that whenever you people from 'The North' come around, I end up having to save you from other people trying to kill you. I swear I must be going soft from having Asher around for so long." Lyanna stuck her tongue out at her when her back was turned and quickly looked away when Beskha turned back to her.
Daenerys smiled at the childlike attitude of the Stark girl, there was something about her that Daenerys could not get out of her head. Turning to Ser Jorah she asked what had happened when she lost consciousness. Jorah had also been watching the Stark girl but more because he didn't trust her. Turning to his Khaleesi he spoke to her.
"It seems Lyanna Stark saved your life by pulling you down and covering you with her body. The knife that injured her was meant for your head if not for her quick thinking. There were four assassins that attacked, luckily we had the help of her companions in dispatching them and we even managed to take one alive." He said gesturing to a man tied a post that looked severely beaten.
Offering her hand to Ser Jorah, he helped her to her feet and walked over to the three quick growing friends. Asher was congratulating Lyanna on finally having a wound worthy of being called a battle scar. Lyanna took a swipe at him with her good arm but was blocked by Beskha who knocked both of them upside their heads. Lyanna may have brought the wolf pack, but Beskha appeared to be Alpha.
"Well Lady Stark," Daenerys addressed her when she looked up "it seems like I owe you my life."
Lyanna took a moment and then smiled "Just doing my duty Khaleesi. Although next time, I'm going to push you out of the way instead of covering you. I don't want to get injured everything time you get attacked."
The honesty in Lyanna's words shocked Daenerys more than the words themselves. It was rare when someone spoke honestly to her. Her brother had lied mostly about everything he knew, all the lords she had knew growing up. People didn't want her to know the truth of most things. To find someone who wasn't trying to hide something from her was rare. It left a warm feeling in her chest.
Khal Drogo marched into the tent and saw Daenerys alive and well. He stopped at the captive man and stared hard at him for a second before almost running to her. After words, he turned to Jorah and spoke to him. Turning to look at Lyanna, he stopped. Noticing the bandaged shoulder, her companions who were quiet and the wolves, he smiled greatly and laughed at her. He spoke to her in his native tongue and Daenerys translated for them.
"He says you would have made a fine Khaleesi had he not fallen for the Moon of his Life. And that because of the service you did to her, you are now under his protection." Lyanna chose to take that compliment in silence and simply nodded to the man. He moved off before speaking again, this time to everyone gathered. He told them how he would give his son a gift as well. As Lyanna listened to his words, Ser Jorah moved over and kindly translated what he was saying.
With every passing word, Lyanna became more distressed over what had happened. What Khal Drogo was swearing to do to her homeland was beyond anything she had ever heard of. He was threatening her people, the people her family had served as protectors for the last several thousand years. To tear down what little weirwood trees were left in the North and burn them. To kill the men who provided for their family, to rape the woman who watched over the home, and to sell the children as slaves.
The anger in Asher and the rage in Beskha's faces told Lyanna that they were in agreement with her. The Khalasar couldn't be allowed to burn its way across Westeros. Her face morphed into a scowl as she realized that this man standing across the fire pit from her could be her enemy one day. And Daenerys as his Khaleesi would be just as accountable if she allowed and followed her husband in this course of action.
She waited until Khal Drogo had finished and called for a feast before they would ride in the morning. He would be marching to war. Lyanna nodded to her companions and slipped out around all of the gathered Dothraki and into the night air. It was a warm night, and Lyanna was not use to it at all, not like home. Home she thought, how long had it been since she had been home. Months since she had seen Winterfell, the summer snows. She missed it all.
She was still thinking of home when someone came up beside her and spoke.
"You left rather quickly, is everything okay Lady Stark?" Daenerys asked her. She looked at the Stark girl and could see the longing in her face and earlier she had been angry while her husband had made his promise to her and her unborn son. She wanted to make sure her savior was alright.
"I was just thinking of home. It feels like so long since I've been home. I just had to come outside to get some air and figure out my next move. I was charged to warn you about the assassination attempts and I have. And now I guess being on the move will protect you more." Lyanna voice was soft as she started, but got increasingly hard as she finished. Daenerys looked confusedly at her and motioned for her to continue.
"You seem like a nice person and I wish you all the luck in motherhood. But," Lyanna turned and bore her eyes into Daenerys "your husband just threatened my home, he threatened my family, the people who we have protected for thousands of years. If Khal Drogo marches one step into the North with any ill intent, he becomes my enemy. I will not see my home or its people desecrated in any matter. I am a Stark of Winterfell, our words are Winter is Coming. You can choose to fight it and die in the snow, or you can learn to survive it, either way that is the way of the North and nobody can change it."
Lyanna spun on her heels and walked back to the small tent that she shared with Asher and Beskha. She didn't want to see the look of hurt that had started to form on Daenerys face. She barely knew the girl and already she cared about her. Lyanna didn't want her as an enemy, but her people came first when they were being threatened like this.
Daenerys was shocked into silence as the dream from several weeks ago came rushing back. Lyanna Stark was the wolf that had come to the dragon. Their eyes had the same fierceness, the same discontent about a dragon. It would do the same thing it had always done, protect its pack and survive. Watching Lyanna walk away, Daenerys stopped from calling out to her. She was shaken and tired from earlier today. Tomorrow she would ride with her husband and the Khalasar towards her homeland.
Entering the tent, Lyanna found Asher and Beskha already there packing up. Asher was confused by Beskha who seemed to be a huge hurry. Looking to Lyanna, Asher just shrugged his shoulders and continued to pack.
"What's the big hurry Beskha? Have you forgotten some important engagement?" Lyanna asked jokingly. The smile died on her lips moments later when Beskha turned with an anger growl directed at her. In truth, Beskha scared her almost as much as her mother, granted, had Lyanna known Beskha that long, she would be in the lead. For now, she held her arms up in surrender and pointedly ignored Asher's smirking face.
"Don't play games with me little wolf. Did you not hear what that man said, his entire Khalasar will be marching towards Westeros. That means he will be raiding and raping from here to the Free Cities, killing and taking as many slaves as possible to buy the ships he needs to get across the Narrow Sea. And I refuse to be a part of that, you two can do what you want but I'm getting out of here." Just as quickly as she had rounded on her Beskha turned back around and packed some more.
"I understand, that man just promised to destroy my home and make slaves of my people." She stopped when Beskha gave her a snort of disapproval and a cynical laugh. Lyanna gave her a questioning look and didn't continue until Beskha finally stopped and turned to her again.
"Why would you care about your people? At the first sign of trouble, you lords of Westeros send the peasants off to die and hide in your castles. You use your power as Lords and Kings to control those under you for your own selfish reasons. Your people, ha, I'd bet you never even spent time among those people."
Lyanna waited patiently until Beskha had run out of breath from her rant. The air was thick with tension. Asher was actually worried as he looked back and forth between both women. Beskha had seen plenty of worst that the world had to offer and was partly right, most Lords and Kings were like that. But Lyanna was of House Stark, a fair and just House that had stood longer than Baratheon or even Targaryen. They had saved the realm in the Long Night and again when they build The Wall some 8,000 years ago.
Lyanna was on the edge of attacking the warrior woman in front of her, she didn't care if she was injured, or that Beskha would probably beat her from end of the city to the other without much trouble. Lyanna was proud of being a Stark of Winterfell. For someone to say those words to her while she was within earshot was asking for trouble.
"Tomorrow, I am riding ahead of the Khalasar and heading to Meereen. You both are welcomed to join me. Asher, for your help in getting me this far and in helping stop the assassination attempt, I shall explain it to my father, Eddard Stark Hand of the King and ask him to lift your banishment. Beskha, for your intervention, I can offer you a fair sum of gold and personally I invite you into my home so that you may see how House Stark rules the North." Lyanna spoke quietly and through her teeth. Of all the things she had had to do, this was one of the hardest.
She turned and walked off to her own side of the tent, intent on packing what little things she had out. Tomorrow, she would be heading home, with open arms and dire news. She only hoped she wouldn't find Daenerys on the opposite side of the battlefield next time they met.
A/N: So a lot of people are asking if this will be Dany/OC pairing. If it does become that, it will be an odd pairing, mostly because it may be several months before they see each other at times. I'd be really happy to do that, so let me know. Review and let me hear some feedback.
P.S. To Realakru, thanks everyone, you girls rock!
