Not The Plan

Just on a writing spree, so in case I won't have time to write later I can still post, I should probably get a posting schedule… Oh well haha

Hope you peeps are still enjoying the story and about the last chapter, yes maybe a bit OOC, but it's my story and interpretation, I warned y'all ;p

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 light fell on her eyes Yara groaned and tried to turn away from the unwanted wake-up call from mother nature. Being unable to turn away from the light she focused on the way she was lying, it was more of a sitting position to be honest. And for the first time started to realize that she was very warm, unnaturally warm. The weather in Meereen may be hot, but this was not the weather. This heat was more concentrated on her left side. Deciding to crack her eyes open a bit she whined at the obtrusive light that picked this time of the day to wake her unpleasantly. Adjusting to the light she turned her head slightly down to look at the warm weight on her left side.

Daenerys? What…how? Thinking back in her sleep-induced mind that was still too hazy at the moment she could barely remember anything. For a few minutes nothing came to mind before she remembered their small conversation last night and the moment of comfort. Shaking herself back to the present she took in the sight before her. Smiling softly at what she saw. The other girl had in her sleep clung on and tangled herself with the brunette even more than when they had fallen asleep. As her face looked so incredibly relaxed and unguarded, she looked prettier than ever. With a face of an angel and a halo of silver tresses. Yara didn't know for how long she sat like that and just stared, not daring to wake the girl and see her raise her walls again.

Though the warmth at first had not been unpleasant, the later in the morning it became the hotter the weather became as well and the more Yara felt as if she were being cooked alive. Knowing now she had the choice between waking Dany and disturbing her peaceful sleep or sweating so profusely that the other girl would be drenched in it as well; she made her choice quickly. Taking her hand off of the silver haired beauty's back and putting it on her shoulder to shake her lightly, she hoped the girl wasn't a heavy sleeper. The blonde let out a slight moan in her sleep at being woken, Yara blushed slightly, she had not expected for this to be the way in which she would hear that sound come out of the blonde for the first time.

Shaking Daenerys a bit more roughly, she heard the girl groan and saw her scrunch up her nose. She looked so cute that Yara just couldn't help, but chuckle at the petite girl. The fact that anyone could be scared of this girl was a wonder to the brunette. Okay maybe not a wonder. She knew that Daenerys would not let many if any people other than her – at least for now – see her in this way. Also the way her tone of voice and eyes would soften slightly when she spoke to Yara was very endearing to say the least. All these things however were not common knowledge. To most Daenerys was the cold-blooded leader that got everything done, heartless maybe even. But she was far from heartless, she had one of the biggest hearts Yara had ever seen a person have. Being pulled out of her thoughts, Yara saw that Daenerys had been sufficiently woken apparently as she now opened one of her eyes slightly to look up at the older girl and glare.

"Hey! Couldn't have you sleep the day away now could I, your Grace?" Yara said playfully, especially the use of the title had been used in jest, for Daenerys had asked her not to use titles when they were in private.

All Daenerys replied with was a growl and Yara couldn't decipher whether that was for waking her or using a title in private when she had been explicitly asked – ahum commanded – not to do so. Laughing slightly at her silly behaviour, Yara continued speaking, putting extra emphasis on the name: "Alright, alright, Dany. I was serious about you sleeping the day away though."

"The city won't get destroyed if I don't get up right now."

"Perhaps it won't get destroyed, but you'll have a kingdom soon enough and that might. So better get used to it now."

"Fine." Daenerys said with a groan while sitting up.

Yara smiled at the sight of her with messed up hair while yawning and mumbling about being mistreated. A chuckle escaped her and before she knew it she received a stomp to her arm.

"That's not nice." Yara said with a pout.

"I'm not nice."

"Now, now, we both know that is a lie."

Dany rolled her eyes and simply told her to go get changed and ready to meet the blonde at the bottom of the Pyramid in about half a candlemark. Yara agreed and slowly stood up. For the first time the brunette realized how stiff she was and how much her neck hurt from sleeping in an uncomfortable position. She stretched and cracked her back, before slowly turning her head in a slight circle. Starting with her face facing the ground and slowly turning it up to the ceiling before facing it down again in slight circles. Repeating this process a few times until all of the kinks were out of her neck. At least for the most part.

Looking up again, she saw Daenerys staring at her with slight worry in her eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm alright, I've slept in worse places and I've survived for this long. I think I'll be alright." Yara said with a slight chuckle. The blonde blushed looking down in embarrassment. "Thank you for asking though, I appreciate that you care." the brunette quickly continued, not wanting the other girl to feel like she did anything wrong. The younger girl smiled at her, understanding the gesture. Yara returned the smile before turning around and leaving the room.

The Ironborn rushed back to her assigned chambers and quickly changed in her usual get-up and strapping her dagger to her hip again. She walked down all the stairs of the Great Pyramid and reached the bottom before she was supposed to be there. Waiting for the other girl she thought back to the conversation they had had the night before: Daenerys wanted her. This alone put a smile on her face and she waited patiently, while the face-eating grin never left her face. As her thoughts had slightly drifted she was brought back to the present by the approaching footsteps.

Catching sight of the blonde in a breathtakingly beautiful dress, which did not literally leave her breathless anymore for she was getting used to the sight. She would never stop noticing the beauty, but it would no longer leave her incapacitated in the way that it did when she had first laid eyes upon the silver-haired Queen.

"Shall we?" Daenerys asked.

"We shall." the Greyjoy replied simply.

They left together, walking into the morning that was coming onto noon. Yara asked what the plan was. Daenerys replied they would simply take a walk and get some food. And so they did. They walked together towards the market where Dany bought a blood orange for herself and she got blackberries for Yara after the brunette had told the blonde it was her favourite fruit. Yara gobbled the fruit down, not having realized how hungry she was until that moment. Daenerys laughed at her manners.

They walked around for a while. Daenerys ate her breakfast slower, tearing parts off of the blood orange.

"I still don't get how you can like that fruit. I hate the taste of it." Yara spoke, as they had been making some small-talk all morning. It was a pleasant change from boring conversations of politics or heavy emotionally-laden conversations.

"I just do." Daenerys replied playfully, bringing another piece up to her mouth.

Yara smiled softly, but quickly dropped the smile when she heard a sound that made the hairs on her arms stand on end. As a warrior she had been trained to pick up the slightest of sounds and to be aware of her surroundings. So if you were aware of every small sound then you would immediately hear if a sound was out of place. Now this was a bit more difficult in a bustling city like this, but she isn't the Queen for naught.

It was the softest of sounds, a small rustling that did not belong to any of the usual noises of the market. Rustling, what made a rustling sound? Think Yara, this could be important. She looked around for the source of the sound, perhaps that would help her identify the sound. Her field of vision moved over all of the people quickly before turning to look higher up. When she heard the slight twangh sound and saw a male in one of the open windows of the buildings next to the market with a curved piece of wood in his hand, she put two and two together and moved quickly, knowing exactly what was happening.

As she pushed Daenerys down with the momentum of her swift turn, she still heard the whizzing sound in her ears. After it followed the sound of an arrow being embedded into flesh, but Yara hoped she had done enough. Hoped she had avoided the most catastrophic option. Worry filled every fibre of her being and her mind was going a million miles a minute all in the span of their shared fall to the ground.

The fruit had fallen on the ground and rolled away slightly, even with the pieces taken out. But it didn't roll far. It rolled only until it ended up in a fluid that was sticky and thick. The fruit that had been the colour of orange now looked to be more red than orange, as a blood orange was turned into a bloody orange instead, being covered in actual blood, the blood of the dragon…

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Omg I'm evil for ending that there, but I just had to okay?!

Last part in italics is not in Yara's POV anymore, but in a general POV.

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Vera