Not The Plan

Well I have an actual storyline planned out for this, so I hope y'all are still enjoying it and let me tell you it will be quite long, if my inspiration doesn't get lost again ;p

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Onto the story then…

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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Warmth, that was the first thing that she felt. It was like walking into a stone wall, it was just there all of a sudden, so harsh and imposing. Letting out a breath as if having been knocked against her sternum she quickly tried to make herself remember why she was in this horrible warmth again.

"You really do hate the heat of this place, don't you?" Dany spoke with a slight snicker.

"Oh hilarious, you laugh all you want, I'll see who's laughing once you go as far north as the Neck or the Iron Islands!" Yara replied with a huff of indignation.

"Tell me about them, the Iron Islands. Tell me of your home, what it was like, how you grew up, all of it. I wish to know." the blonde spoke.

"Is that a demand or a request?" the Ironborn female asked, with playfulness in her tone implying she wasn't serious.

Not missing a beat the other replied: "I never demand." And in doing so mirrored the words Yara had spoken to her no more than a few days ago. Both smiled at the memory and the innocent banter that was between them. Before the grey-eyed girl decided to tell the other about her home.

Beginning to speak fondly of her home. Of its people, of the culture that there was. All the ships that lay in harbour just waiting to be sailed out into the big awaiting waters. The ship wrecks which marked the lives that had been lost, but which had died in the purest of ways: with the sea water of their god in their lungs. All the while the Targaryen listened while trying to imagine all these sights that she was describing in such detail as that of a fond memory. Continuing in her string of sentences she barely realized they had walked quite a bit already. Stopping herself in the middle of describing how Pyke looked on a normal day, she waited until Daenerys said something. And she did.

"Why did you stop?" the silver-haired girl asked her not comprehending completely why Yara stopped talking.

With a slight hint of mockery in her tone of voice, she replied: "Shouldn't you be showing me the city instead of walking aimlessly with me through the streets?"

A blush crept onto the blonde's face and she cleared her throat while looking around, finally seeming to realize that she had gotten lost in Yara's story of her homeland. "I was just listening to your story, but you are right. This way." And so they quickly changed course.

"So where are we heading?" the older girl asked while looking around curiously.

"You'll see." was all that the other said in reply.

Walking for a while this time with a more clear purpose in mind they passed big buildings of pale stone. The people around them who would normally stare at her with barely contained hostility now looked at their Queen with such admiration and in turn at her with almost accepting gazes. Well these people do really love their ruler and she said as much to Dany.

"These people adore you." the taller female stated simply, as if it was the most obvious of facts.

Blue eyes turned to look at her, she could see that in her periphery, but she didn't turn to face the piercing blue eyes.

"Perhaps." Daenerys simply replied not sounding as sure as Yara had.

This did cause her to turn to the blue eyes that had now turned to the road ahead of them again, before continuing to walk again. However Yara swiftly reached out her hand to catch a pale arm to stop the ruler in her tracks. Still not turning to look at her, Daenerys kept staring straight ahead with her face in a stoic mask.

"They do." Yara said with such conviction before continuing, "They love you, because you freed them from chains, you gave them their freedom back."

"I did not give them anything back, that freedom already belonged to them, they just had to take it back. And they do not, all I have brought to their city is destruction, burned children and killings from those that wanted me gone. I do not see how people could adore someone like that." the petite girl said and Yara thought she might've never seen her as doubtful of herself as she did in this moment.

"They do adore you. Even if it was their freedom to take, you helped them and made them realize it was theirs to take. And all those things may have happened, but it is not you who is to blame for that, it is the Masters or the dragons which you will never fully be able to control and others, but they are all to blame for their own actions. The people do not blame you for that. You can see it in their eyes, they love you, even if you make mistakes sometimes. Maybe it is because you make mistakes. It makes them realize you are as human as they are." Yara replied in her passionate speech, vehemently trying to convince the blonde that her people loved her and she shouldn't doubt herself and so she continued: "Perhaps I am putting too much faith in mere impressions of the looks people give you, but even if they don't love you, I still admire you for what you have done. And all that I said, I believe in wholeheartedly."

Dany seemed at a loss for words, because of the speech Yara had given her. But she wasn't going to take it back, because all that she said was true, at least to her. Yara wouldn't shy away from that, she never had in her life before. She slowly released the arm she had been holding quite tightly and turned to start walking again. She didn't know exactly where they were going, but she guessed Daenerys would snap out of her stupor and start leading the way again soon enough. When she had only taken one step away though Yara stopped dead in her tracks.

Thank you, it had been whispered and with the hustle and bustle of the city around them she would have almost missed it, but she didn't. Turning her head slightly over her right shoulder and showing her profile to Daenerys while looking at her in her periphery. She knew Dany probably did not wish to have some sort of heart-to-heart in the middle of the city surrounded by her people, so she replied simply with a slight nod of acknowledgement before turning her head to the front again and waiting for the blonde to start leading the way again.

When she did, they still walked on for a while before they came to one of the markets. They looked at the wares that were being sold and sometimes the younger of the two would tell her a few things about wares that were unknown to her. It was an easy way to spend the time yet so gratifying and very relaxing in its own right. They – mainly Dany – got offered wares for free sometimes, Daenerys never took them up on the offer though and always paid for the stuff even if they seemed very reluctant to take her money.

"You do not wish to get stuff for free?" Yara asked, having her suspicions but wishing to hear it from the blonde's own mouth.

"These people live hard enough lives having to work out in this heat all day, the least I can do is pay for stuff if they offer it. Taking something for free from people who have so little compared to myself just seems wrong to me." Daenerys replied as Yara expected her to reply and a soft smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the girl next to her who seemed hell-bent on wanting the gap between rich and poor not to be as big as it was. Seeing her talking so passionately about her people and what she believed was right made Yara realize finally why so many spoke so fondly and respectfully of her and others so full of fear.

If you were on the receiving end of her passion such as her people, you had nothing to fear. She would do anything to make their lives better and more fair, at least to the best of her abilities. While others who would try to take what is hers or hurt her people or any she holds dear to her would be on the receiving end of her wrath which is inspired by that same passion, but in an opposite way. So now the Ironborn warrior had seen her in two very different lights.

First the one of the night before, the innocent girl who almost seemed to collapse under the weight of her responsibilities. But she also saw the Dragon Queen, the one she had met on their first meeting more regal than anything, ruling with the fierce love she held for her people and trying to do everything she could do to protect them. And this is why Yara believed in her, for Daenerys was no perfect ruler, but she tried the best she could. With the resources she has and her gentle and loving heart she could be a ruler loved by many, but also a force to be reckoned with for her enemies and any who would oppose her.

"So, where to next?" Yara asked with a smile. A smile caused by the realization that she had finally found a ruler worth fighting for.

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Vera