Not The Plan
At the time I am writing this – which is just a day after the final episode aired – I just finished watching the season finale and wow, I loved it so much haha. Well this story is officially canon-divergent, so let's get on with it then…
Hope y'all still enjoy it! ;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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Days had passed since she had almost lost something she had held close to her heart. Days had passed since the hope that everything would be alright was returned to her. Days had passed since she realized that one particular silver-haired female meant more to her than she would like to admit to herself. Days had passed since she had realized that worrying about whether her feelings would be the end of her was a pointless affair.
Yara had been sent away by Dany several times now, telling her to eat more or take a bath. Things the Ironborn honestly couldn't care about at the moment when Daenerys was still hurt. Though when the blonde would look at her with an incredulous look and a raise of her eyebrow she knew that she should probably do as she was bid. Even if she knew that it was far from a command. It was endearing honestly. To see the blonde being concerned with her well-being when the brunette wasn't the one who was shot by an arrow.
Yara was on her way back now from washing up very fast to get back to the younger girl as quickly as possible. She started to reflect on their, yeah on their what actually? Was it an attraction, mutual respect or a relationship? Whichever label you put on it, none of them seemed quite right. Perhaps it shouldn't be defined. Maybe it was just a thing, their thing. Yes, Yara could live with that. Smiling to herself she arrived at her destination. She walked inside without knocking, knowing Daenerys wouldn't mind it. And even if she did, Dany wouldn't have her killed for it.
"Hey, stranger." Yara heard coming from the bed on the right side of the room.
"Hey, you." the Ironborn replied playfully.
Daenerys smiled and put her hands next to her sides with the palms to the bed. She tried to push herself up to sit more upright on the bed. She failed miserably however and released a cry of anguish. Yara's eyes widened and she rushed towards the bed in a much faster pace than before, her smile having dropped from her face.
"You're so stupid and stubborn sometimes. Anyone ever tell you that?" Yara said having reached the bed and putting a reassuring hand on Dany's left shoulder pushing it down to make her relax back into the bed.
"I am still your Queen, you cannot say such things."
"Didn't you ask me not to treat you like a Queen in private?"
"I asked you to refrain from calling me by any title."
"Yeah, well for me that equals to treating you as I call you. So if you ask me to speak to you with your nickname as I would a friend, then I shall treat you as such as well." Yara said in a conclusive voice. Daenerys pouted slightly, but she didn't seem to have taken serious offence to it, so Yara left it as such.
"I still wish to sit up though." the younger girl said while looking at her left hand which she used to crumple the sheets she was lying on.
"Sometimes asking for help isn't a bad thing. A warrior knows when to ask for help. For accepting help does not make us weak. Refusing help when necessary on the other hand, that shows weakness." Yara said to the other girl while moving to support her in sitting up without needing to be asked again.
Putting her left hand on Dany's right shoulder and her right hand on her left side, she slowly guided the blonde to an upright position. Yara held her right arm completely across the blonde's back to keep her upright while she adjusted the pillows before carefully settling the blonde down against the fluffy pillows.
"Better?" Yara asked with a slight smile. She got a smile in return. It stayed quiet for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence that neither of them wished to break.
Until… "Thank you." It was spoken so softly that she would have almost missed it.
"Of course, it is no problem at all." Yara replied flippantly, not understanding the loaded admission of gratitude from the younger girl.
"Not for that. Well not only for that." Daenerys spoke stopping for a second, to recollect her thoughts it seemed, "For saving me. If it hadn't been for you, I would be dead…"
The air left Yara's lungs and her throat went dry as her tongue felt like lead inside her mouth. She slowly licked her dry lips and tried to recollect her thoughts. The admission had made the brunette think of the very likely possibility that the blonde could have died. She did not wish for that feeling of helplessness to ever return, but she knew that it would. Perhaps there was something she could do about it however, she thought as a plan formed in her mind.
"It is going to happen again. We both know it and we shouldn't dance around the facts. We accept them and try our hardest to avoid the undesirable outcome from coming true." Yara spoke, her plan having formed and hoping Daenerys would agree to it.
"And what do you suppose we do about this particular issue?" Daenerys asked her with slight mockery in her voice.
"Well first of, mockery is not the product of a strong mind." Yara replied with a pointed look at the younger girl, to which she got a grin in return. "Secondly, I wish to train you."
"Train me?" the blonde asked completely incredulous as if it was the strangest proposition she had ever heard in her life.
"Yes, train you. You might think you are hopeless in terms of fighting and you might be at the moment, but I see the promise you show. And if you were taught by the right person, you could be great." Yara replied with passion.
"And you are that right person?"
"Yes, I am." the Ironborn replied with the confidence of the Queen she was.
"Very well then, Yara Greyjoy, we shall try this training of yours. Let's see if it helps us avoid our inevitable ending."
"No, that ending is inevitable, but we can try everything in our power to at least postpone the inevitable."
"Well, if that is all, I ask you to get me some water. My throat is parched and I have an incredible thirst." Daenerys asked her after a bit.
Getting up Yara walked over to a small table which held a small flagon of water. Pouring some of the water into a goblet before turning around and walking back to the blonde, she handed the goblet to the blonde who wrapped her small right hand around its stem. Bringing it up to her lips, Daenerys slowly poured the water past her lips and down her throat. Yara watched in fascination how those beautiful full lips, moved against the rim of the cup before seeing the blonde's tongue peek out to clean up any of the lingering drops of water.
Having been totally enraptured by those lips she immediately noticed when they curved up into a slight smirk, this is when she moved her eyes up and saw Daenerys was looking at her while her arm was extended to hand Yara back the goblet. She must have been in thought for a little bit too long, realizing this made her blush. Trying to cover up the blush by quickly taking the goblet in her hand and turning around, strutting back over to the small table to put it down. She took a few breaths in and out to calm herself and to lose the heat in her cheeks, before turning around and facing the other girl who was looking at her with amusement.
She walked back to Daenerys and to get the attention off of her slight blunder, she pulled her dagger out of its sheath. Turning the blade in her hand until the hilt was facing the younger girl, she waited for her to take it in her hands. Instead of doing that however Daenerys looked at her with slight shock. Yara quickly clarified her actions, to avoid further confusion.
"Until your shoulder has healed enough that I will be able to train you, I at least wish for you to have something to defend yourself, if the need ever arises."
"But it is yours?" Daenerys asked in confusion.
"But I wish for you to have it."
"We could have a different blade made for me, I do not wish to take too much from you. In this world when people give stuff, they expect something in return. Nothing is for free. So I cannot take it from you." Daenerys refused, stubborn as she was.
Yara bit her bottom lip, knowing she wasn't giving the blonde the full truth. Taking a breath in and out before continuing.
"To give a piece of one's property to another in an attempt to provide protection is not a gesture taken lightly. In our culture it is seen as a gesture of courting even. In taking the dagger you accept my protection, from now until my last day…" Yara trailed off looking down, not being as sure of herself anymore. She quickly rambled on, "Of course it is completely within your right to refuse it, if you do not wish for this thing that is between us. I will not take offence and we can continue our alliance as it was before."
On the edge of her vision she saw a slight movement and Yara looked up to find Daenerys' smaller and paler hand wrapped around the hilt of her dagger. Looking even further up she found an intense gaze on her. Grey met blue and in those few seconds understanding passed between them. Of mutual respect, but also acceptation of what was between them and a wish to continue it in the future. Yara let Daenerys take the dagger and she put it in her lap with the utmost care. The blonde smiled at the brunette and Yara smiled back, still in slight shock that she had not been rejected.
Yeah, this had definitely not been the plan.
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Okay, yes I watch the 100 and I totally ship(ped) Clexa, so I totally re-used that line of theirs haha oops. For any of you that noticed or watch the show at least, you'll know what quote I mean. ;p
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Vera