Not The Plan

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Just some info:

-Characters might be a bit OOC, but I write them to the best of my knowledge and my interpretation of them.

-There is no set uploading schedule and I don't know how long this story will be.

-Also English isn't my first language, so I would like to apologize in advance for any of the mistakes.

That'll be all for now, hope you guys enjoy!

I do not own any of the characters or the TV show, this is merely my interpretation on it. No copyright infringement intended.

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As morning came in Slaver's Bay so did the excruciating heat that always accompanied the days in this stinking pile of shit. Yara didn't hate Meereen, she just disliked the people who stared, the days which were filled with too much heat, the horrid odour that hung in the streets and well, yeah never mind she hated Meereen. Hopefully her days here would be numbered for as glad as she was that she had come here and made this pact, she also wished to leave the city as quickly as possible and get on the sea again. As she thought of it now she could almost imagine the soft spray of salty water that would hit her face or the nice cooling breeze that always accompanied her travels on the enormous mass of water they called the sea.

Though while thinking this Yara knew she would have no say in the matter of when they would leave. That decision was completely up to her Majesty and her advisors. She could always tell Daenerys what she thought of the city and her longing to be on the open waters again, but she felt what they had was still too tenuous for her to start making such requests to the blonde. Letting out a sigh the brunette got out of her bed in her appointed quarters and quickly dressed in her leathers and breastplate. She knew that perhaps she should dress appropriately according to the weather, but she didn't wish to abandon her clothes that represented who she was.

While mulling over her choice of clothing, she almost missed the soft knock on her door. The girl frowned and turned to the door questioning who could be at her door this early in the morning. As she walked over she thought back on the previous night and the conversation she and Daenerys had shared, shortly after their playful banter Yara had left the Queen so they could both get some rest. Upon reaching the door she opened it to find Missandei on the other side. The Iron Queen raised a brow and the question was clear to the girl in front of her.

"The Queen has requested for you to break fast with her." the translator told her in a soft-spoken voice.

Daenerys wished to see her? Well that only meant the conversation they had had last night had not been for naught. Yara quickly agreed and without any further prompting the other girl turned around and started leading the way to the Queens quarters. In a swift tempo the two quickly arrived at said location, Missandei stepped aside and gave a nod before turning around and walking away again. Stepping up to the door not bothering to look at the guards that this time around were actually posted outside her door, she lifted up her hand. Before knocking however she collected her thoughts and eventually made a swift rapping with her knuckles on the big doors.

"Enter." She heard the command and having been bid to enter she did so without needing any further prompting.

Stepping into the room and taking a quick look around again she realized how beautiful it was. Yes, she had seen it the night before, but in the early light of the morning it looked all the prettier. Having been so caught up in the room around her she failed to notice the slight chuckle that came from her right-hand side.

"And you say that I am easy to sneak up on? You yourself don't even seem to hear me when I am speaking to you." Daenerys said with a slight playful tone to her voice.

The words snapped her out of her reverie again and she quickly whipped her head towards the source of the voice. "Your Grace." she simply replied feeling the heat rising to her cheeks for having been caught unaware.

How again did you just forget about the person who's room you walked into? You stupid girl and you would name yourself Queen.

Taking a measure of the blonde in front of her, Yara realized the dress the other girl was wearing was rather revealing and she felt the heat that she had been trying to repress rush back to her cheeks. When she became this mess of a girl – as if she had not slept with a bunch of other women before – Yara did not know. All she knows is that the Queen is grinning at her with a knowing smirk she just wished to wipe off of her face. Or kiss, both would work she supposed.

"There is no need for such formalities, if you are going to continue calling me Your Grace then I shall have to do the same, now don't I, Your Grace?" the blonde said with the most playful of smirks on her face.

"Very well then, I will not call you by your title again unless we are in public I presume?" Yara replied and having gotten a nod from the other female, she continued, "What shall I call you then if not by your proper title?"

"You may call me whatever you wish to call me as long as it is not an insult or a title." Daenerys replied swiftly raising a brow at the end to make the fact that it was a demand clear.

"Alright, Dany, I shall not use an insult to address you for this would cause me to have to face your wrath. And in turn the hot fire of dragon's breathe, which would turn the heat of Meereen to shame." the warrior replied smoothly with a twinkle shining playfully in her eye.

"The only one who ever called me that was my brother…" Daenerys trailed off like she was just remembering something horrible.

The Greyjoy noticed quick enough and tried to rectify herself: "If you do not wish for me to call you by tha-"

"No, no please do. Make the memories that are connected with that epithet better ones then the ones that I have now." the blue-eyed girl replied without hesitation.

Simply nodding in reply Yara realized she had been standing in the middle of the room this entire time while Daenerys was waiting for her to sit with her and break her fast. Speaking of food, the moment she thought about food she realized how hungry she was. Rushing over to the table she sat down quickly and almost attacked the food. Stopping short finally having realized again that the girl she was with was still a Queen she slowly looked up. The other girl looked as if in a state of shock almost that someone had been so badly mannered when eating with a Queen, but her amusement was evident to the Ironborn female as well.

In a last ditch effort to save herself the embarrassment Yara replied quickly that if she should not call her by her proper title that she then also did not have to behave like she would with a Queen. It was a quick snap reply and showed perfectly the sharp tongue that she had already shown in their banter during their first meeting. Daenerys gave a soft chuckle at her reply and simply started to eat as well, though with a bit – ahum a lot – more grace and manners than her Ironborn companion.

They finished their food in relative silence. Though it was not an uncomfortable silence, more of a companionable silence between two individuals who could fill it with meaningless small-talk, but who silently agreed that silence was what they both needed at the moment.

After the food was finished they both sat for a second putting their cutlery on their respective plates before looking up. The two met eyes and Yara almost lost her breath. Looking into those big pools of a blue that reminded her of the sky on a clear day, of the clear water near the edge of the beach, of gems that were as beautiful as sapphires. But these eyes were not what they seemed. They might be a clear sky now, but they could turn into a storm at any minute. They could also be the clear water, but the deeper you went into the sea the darker the water became just like with these eyes. And they might be as beautiful as sapphires, but sapphires could be hard and sharp as well. These eyes were so much more than they seemed at first and so was the girl who they belonged to.

Breaking eye contact and looking at her plate instead Yara murmured something about the breakfast tasting very nice, but that she should probably go so she wouldn't take up any more of the other woman's precious time. Standing up slowly she dared to look at the blonde's face again. The woman before her seemed as shaken by the intense eye contact as she was, but she recovered quickly and reached out to grab her arm.

"No, don't go. I do not have any pressing issues I need to deal with right now, so I thought that perhaps I could show you around the city." the younger girl said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice.

Yara smiled to reassure her and replied: "That would be lovely, I haven't gotten to see much of the city yet. And having a guide, who literally rules the city she will show me around in, should come in handy as well."

Daenerys returned her smile and finally let go of her arm. Which she had not even noticed the blonde was still holding before the warm hand had receded back to the girl's own lap.

"So when shall this tour of the city begin?" the brunette asked.

"Right now." the other said, not missing a beat and in the next second Dany was next to her so quickly Yara actually took a step back.

"Shall we then?" Yara spoke while trying to cover up that she had been slightly shaken with how quickly Daenerys had moved around the table.

Receiving a knowing look from the other, she knew she had failed in trying to cover her slight shock, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She simply shrugged at the blonde and gave a smirk. Said blonde rolled her eyes before continuing in her swift pace towards the door. Following in the Queen's wake, the brunette confirmed in her head once again all that which many men and women before her had seen in the blonde walking in front of her. And the almost-sheer dress wasn't helping. Letting out a breath of frustration the brunette realized that the heat of the city wasn't the only thing that left her hot and bothered.

Oh if only I had known this was how the plan would have turned out, I wouldn't have come here.

Yara smiled at her own mind knowing that what her mind said was an utter and complete lie. Again bringing her focus back to the fierce Queen in front of her she figured she was in for a hell of a day and journey in general, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

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