Not The Plan
I have some sort of story arc set out so I should be good at least for number of chapters in the future, but not a definite ending in mind yet, we'll see ;p
And perhaps the Pyramid in my story looks a bit different than the one on the show, just for this story: there are more balconies in other quarters than just the one at the top of the Pyramid.
At the time that I am posting this, I have already finished writing chapter 10…whoops
One of the paragraphs that is completely in italics is a memory. That's all :)
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 Yara stood on her balcony she saw the sun slowly starting to set. It had always been a fascination of hers, the way the sky would change colour like a bruise from a sparring match. Maybe it weren't the same colours, but both were areas which slowly transitioned into another colour without any trouble. And that happened twice each day, the changing of the skies as if designed by some deity. And while dawn was a beautiful time, Yara did value her sleep. Meaning she barely ever saw dawn and so dusk was her favourite time of the day.
Also this evening she looked at it with wonder. How the sky would change from a light blue and would turn to a deep orange that would seem to be mixed with a deep red as if the sky was bleeding. After this as the sun starts to lower in the sky towards the horizon the orange would slowly fade into a light violet before it would turn to an indigo colour. Eventually it would turn to a deep dark blue that could either be perceived as black or which could be seen as it was; a dark blue with spots of the darkest purples and spots of black lingering in it.
While looking at this phenomenon once more as she had done many a time before, she saw small puffs of grey start to form in the sky as well. They seemed to be forming and thickening, add that to the heat that has been worse than normal that day and the brunette could deduce that rain was to come tonight. She gave a sigh of relief, hoping the rain would offer her some respite and make the weather bearable at least for a few days. Having seen the sun set Yara quickly walked inside again and closed the doors of the balcony behind her. No need to let the rain in, she thought to herself.
She turned away from the doors, but stayed where she was for a few moments to recollect all the things she still needed to do before she could go to the blonde. Having made a list of all that she had to do Yara quickly went to handle all that needed to be done. First order of business: food. Supper had been brought to her a while ago, but she hadn't gotten to eating it yet.
Rightful Queen of the Iron Islands she may be, but acting as a Queen was really something she didn't bother to do. And it showed. As she was standing next to the table on which the food had been placed she crammed down the food as if her life depended on it. Quickly finishing the food on the plate which was strange to her taste buds for they had never tasted anything like it, she washed it down with some of the expensive wine that had been placed with it. She really wished for some ale.
Putting the goblet back down next to the plate she left it there, knowing it would be cleaned up. The brunette walked over to the opening in the wall that was to the right side of her bed, leading into her washing chambers. Looking to her left she saw a beautiful bath that had been built into the ground, the entire inside covered with some sort of pattern in gorgeous mosaic. On the edge of the bath were an assortment of oils and fragrances which she could not begin to comprehend what their use was. All this she could admire, the incredible luxury and the beauty of the room, but it was just wasted on her. Instead of walking to the bath on her left she turned to her right where a washing basin was located. Now that was more her taste.
Stripping of most of her upper garments except for her bindings she quickly used the cold water to wash off some of the sweat, dust and grime that had collected itself on her skin. Having washed most of her upper body the warrior now moved on to wash her hands more thoroughly. Using the soap that was on the edge of the basin she scrubbed of the dirt that had seemingly become a second skin before moving on to her nails. Yara sighed as she looked at the stumps on both of her hands, some broken, others chewed off, but all of them had the same dirt under them. Looking at her nails made her realize they were like a representation of herself and her life. All tough, having been broken before, but they are still there. But also neglecting to clean or take care of them properly, seemed as accurate a representation of her life as any. Sighing to herself Yara put the thoughts out of her head and cleaned her nails painstakingly slowly to make sure they looked alright again. Because, if her nails could look alright, then her life would turn out okay as well, right?
After splashing and scrubbing her face as well, the Greyjoy decided she was clean enough and quickly put on a more comfortable tunic then the leather she had been so insistent on wearing. If she was going to have to have some boring talk about politics at the very least she should be comfortable the brunette decided. Not seeing any more things to do Yara quickly strapped her favourite dagger to her hip, no need to go unprotected. As well as the fact that she never went anywhere without that blade. Smiling to herself Yara remembered fondly the day she had gotten it.
She had been practicing tying knots when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew that hand. Looking up she saw her mother standing there smiling at her and she told her to close her eyes, so she did. The next thing she knew her mother told her to open her eyes again and she saw a small bundle of fabric lying on the table she had been working at. Unsure whether she should open it she looked at her mother again who insisted she open it. Reaching out she slowly started unwinding the fabric until the content of the bundle was revealed to her. Her eyes widened in shock slightly before she was brought out of it by the words of her mother. "Do you like it?", she had asked. Which Yara replied to with a nod that was full of uninhibited excitement at the prospect of getting her first weapon. She put the dagger down carefully, before spinning around and wrapping her arms around the older woman, who returned the hug.
That memory still to this day always brought a smile to her face. Since the day she had gotten that dagger, the brunette hadn't gone a day without it. It was made of a dark grey steel with depictions of the waves of the sea engraved into the surface of the blade. It was supposed to always remind her of where she came from, that the sea was her home. The sea is what she came from and the sea is what she would return to someday. The handle was made of a dark oak wood, carved into the side was the sigil of her House, the Kraken of House Greyjoy. With it came a sheath of dark black leather which held decorations of gold on it, the colours of her House. The blade had saved her on many occasions and so she took good care of it, sharpening it and keeping it in good shape. The Greyjoy chuckled about the fact that she took better care of her blade, than she did of her nails or herself most days.
As she had strapped the dagger to her person she knew there was nothing more she could do to distract herself or postpone the inevitable meeting with Daenerys. Yara didn't know why she was so nervous to see the other girl again, but she knew she needed to get it over with, so nodding to herself she walked up to her door. She opened and closed it behind her before walking the hallways to get to the blonde that had her stammering like some love-sick fool. Arriving at the door that she had walked through on two occasions before and knocked on it this time around without hesitation. Barely even a few seconds later the door opened to the girl that had been stuck in her head for the past few hours and Yara revelled in her beauty for a few moments before finally stepping through the door that the silver haired beauty had opened further for her.
The door was closed behind her and not a minute later the other girl brushed passed her. Daenerys walked over to the sofa's that were located on the left side of her quarters and slowly sat on one of them. Yara followed quickly and sat on the sofa opposite of the blonde. There was a silence between them that lasted for some time and they both took to observing the other. It was during this time that Yara finally noticed that the younger girl hadn't said a word yet. Her appearance which would normally be pristine now looked slightly dishevelled. Her eyes were set in a stormy blue while the whites around it seemed a bit more red than normal. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes slightly swollen. It was after this quick analysis that the older girl realized that the blonde had been crying.
"What's wrong? What happened? Did someone hurt you? Who do I need to go kill?" Yara fired these questions in rapid succession, getting mad at whoever had dared to hurt the other girl.
"It's nothing, I'm fine."
"If you were fine then why were you crying?"
As if her words had broken through some sort of a dam, Dany's bottom lip started trembling and her eyes filled with tears. "I just…" she tried saying before tears started leaking from her eyes and the girl could no longer keep them in.
Staring slightly shell-shocked at the sudden display of emotion from the normally, very composed and in-control female, Yara looked at the other helplessly. She had never been one of the comforting types, that was not reserved for her. Ironborn warriors were hard and sharp as steel, wild and dangerous as the sea. Comforting was not a big part of who they were, but looking at the other girl she couldn't stand to do nothing or to leave the girl and just walk out.
So getting up off of the couch, the brunette awkwardly sat to the right side of the other girl who was still openly crying about whatever had caused her such distress. Picking up her left hand the Ironborn slowly put her hand on the others back and softly patted it. This only caused the other to cry more and Yara couldn't have felt more miserable in that moment trying to console the girl. Thinking back to her mother as she had done before, she thought back to how the older woman used to comfort her when she was a child. Slowly she brought her left hand over the blonde's left shoulder and brought her right arm over to Daenerys' left shoulder as well, but this one around her front before softly guiding the blonde to relax in her arms.
Hoping the girl would start to calm down, Yara waited. She slowly felt the small girl bury her face into her neck. Yara stiffened slightly, not knowing if she was doing this comforting thing right. But before she could doubt herself more she physically felt and heard the blonde start to calm down. The brunette waited for a bit longer. Sobs turned to slight hiccups, but Yara never pushed the other to talk. The older girl started to feel content in the embrace, until she felt Dany pull her head back slightly so she could talk without mumbling into the brunette's neck.
"Remember Daario?" the blonde asked, Yara stiffened slightly thinking of everything the male could have done to hurt the petite girl and all the ways in which she could kill him if any of her thoughts turned out to be true. Eventually she nodded, making Daenerys understand that she remembered the man.
"He was more than just a protector to me. He used to be a lover of sorts, though it was not love that I sought from him. I sought him out for pleasure and that was all. In the process he might have started to think that I wanted more from him than just that. So when I hadn't sought him out in weeks he wished to talk to me this afternoon to ask what was wrong." the dragonborn girl paused for a slight moment and another hiccup escaped her before she continued, "I told him I no longer sought him out, because I did not long for him anymore. He seemed hurt by it and even if I didn't love him, I was still close to him and he is, well was I guess, still a good friend to me."
"What changed that you no longer longed for him?" Yara asked not knowing exactly how to take the situation. I mean sure thinking of the man now she could feel the jealousy she felt at the fact that the man had been so intimate with this silver-haired girl that she was falling for, but she knew there was no need for it. I mean she did just tell him she no longer wanted him, nothing to be jealous of.
"You showed up." Daenerys slowly admitted before burying her face in Yara's neck again.
This little admission didn't shake her as much as she thought it would. Feeling there was no need to answer the sentiment, all she did was kiss the head of silver hair that was resting in the curve of her neck before wrapping her arms more firmly around the other girl. Neither of them made any indication that they wished to move, so they just stayed wrapped up in this embrace, their temporary safe haven. And this is how they fell asleep.
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Vera