Not The Plan

I have this story planned out and at the moment I have a storyline for at least 25 chapters, so I still have a little while to write haha

(Un)necessary info:

-I believe I might have a posting schedule, I will most likely post every Friday and perhaps if I am feeling inspired I might post more on another day, but every Friday there will probably be a new chapter. No guarantee though ;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 it turns out, their course of action was probably not the right one. Yara figured as much when she was scrubbing blood off of her body that night. It had started as a normal day, too hot for anyone to properly function. To be honest Yara still could not understand how anything got done in the damn city. Getting back on topic, it had been a normal morning, the day after Euron's beheading. She had been on her way to the docks to meet with her men and to see who of her uncle's men had met the same fate as Euron himself.

On the way to the docks, she came upon the silver-haired female that had captured her attention. She admired her from a distance, the curve of her hips through the thin dress, the long silver locks that were intricately braided and the pale skin that never really seemed to bronze, it just got a slight tinge of colour. Her beauty however was not all that the brunette noticed. It was also the way the people around her looked at her in deference, the way every person seemed captivated by her words and the way her stature and aura seemed to ooze of authority. Yara hoped that she could someday look even half as regal as the other girl did.

Yara smiled walking over to the blonde, a slight detour wouldn't hurt anyone. She snuck up behind her and put each of her hands on one of the blonde's shoulders suddenly. When the brunette heard a slight squeal she knew that she had succeeded in her attempt to scare the other girl. The blonde faced her with a mixture of incredulity and indignation on her face and Yara let a smirk spread across her face. The Ironborn felt a stomp to her chest and let out a humph before looking at Daenerys who simply rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

The older girl stared at the sway of the blonde's hips for a bit before rushing to catch up with the younger girl. As she was walking next to the other girl again, Yara wrapped her right hand around Daenerys' left wrist. She pulled her along so she was back to walking towards the docks.

"Uhm…What do you think you're doing?" the Dragonborn asked her.

"I am going to the docks and I thought you might have an interest in seeing how your fleet is coming along. If I am incorrect however you may continue to do whatever it was you were doing." Yara replied smoothly. Honestly she had just wished to spend more time with the blonde and she really needed to get to the docks.

"No, I had nothing important to do." Daenerys replied, "Lead the way!"

They kept walking for a while. No one said a word however. They had been together in silence before, but this silence did not seem like a comfortable silence. It was loaded and full of tension. Yara looked over her right shoulder towards the Targaryen female. Daenerys however did not seem to be looking at Yara, but towards the ground. It was an intent look, full of confusion and doubt, but also hope. The brunette looked down and finally saw why the smaller girl had become quiet.

Yara was holding the blonde's hand. It seemed her hand had not gripped the other girl's wrist, but her hand instead. The Greyjoy started to worry about what the other girl wanted or was thinking at the moment and she started feeling a rush of heat coming over her. Shame, her treacherous mind told her. Yara rushed to let go of Dany's hand, but before she could do so, the other girl gripped it more harshly.

Finally meeting the other's eyes, Yara saw an unspoken question: do you want this? The brunette looked back, grey of the stormy sky clashing with the blue of a clear sky. A conversation in which not a single word was uttered passed between them in that moment and they came to a sort of understanding. Neither was sure about the prospect of this thing between them working out or whether it would be accepted, but they would not let it hinder them to try anyway. Yara gave a nod as final confirmation before turning to face the road in front of them again, navigating the narrow streets towards the docks.

The brunette walked and looked around at all the different types of people. A few seconds after her unspoken agreement she felt fingers interlocking themselves with hers. The feeling of it made her feel warm inside and her heart seemed to skip a beat. Oh how hard she was falling. The narrow streets seemed endless and she had broken out in a sweat, but the pleasant heat of Daenerys' proximity and the shared intimacy of their interlocked hands overruled any sort of coherent thoughts about the overwhelming heat.

Finally catching sight of the docks, Yara also felt a cool breeze of the sea brush past her and she closed her eyes inhaling deeply. Standing like that for a few seconds Yara finally realized that someone was staring at her. Opening her eyes, the brunette looked over to her companion and saw the girl looking at her with a soft look on her face and a slight twinkle in her eyes.

"You long for home." Daenerys simply stated before continuing in a brisk pace towards the docks, dragging Yara along by her hand. The brunette stumbled slightly before regaining her balance, glaring at the blonde who was giggling in a way that was so cute that the Greyjoy couldn't stay mad at her.

"Yes, I long to be out on the sea again." Yara replied, even though she knew a reply had not been required of her as Daenerys had simply made a statement.

Arriving at the docks, the two Queens finally released each other's hands from the firm grip they had held it in. Yara felt a slight twinge of sadness at the loss of contact, but she quickly squashed that down. I am not some needy little girl, she told herself.

They approached some of the men she knew had followed her uncle Euron. Yara and her blonde companion stopped in front of the men. A tense silence is all that ensued. It was a group of about three men of whom she was aware that they had been some of her uncle's most vehement followers. That they had not protested when her uncle was beheaded seemed slightly off to her. As anyone who would have protested or fought during the beheading would have been executed as well. She was on guard, ready to spring into action at any notion of violence about to break out, she felt herself preparing for a fight. Muscles tensing up and her hand shifting to rest on the hilt of her short-sword that was strapped to her hip. She was not going to let Daenerys get hurt again this soon, especially not because of her inability to focus.

Without even having to wait for that long she saw the movement of the man on the left going for his weapon and without needing any more prompting she had her sword drawn and already buried in the neck of the man on the left. The other two had drawn their weapons as well now and Yara quickly checked for their vulnerabilities. Others would rush over soon enough to help her, but in the time it took for them to get to her and the blonde, the damage could already have been done. So the Ironborn warrior pushed the younger woman behind her and got into a fighting stance.

The next few moments were a flurry of blocking blades, striking at openings, avoiding those same sharp blades and keeping herself between the sharp blades and the blonde that was untrained in combat. She really should have started on her training by now, Yara thought to herself. Shaking her head slightly at her own stupidity, she was only barely able to block a fatal blow. She should really not get distracted with thoughts about the Targaryen at the moment she thought to herself. Truly in this world emotions were weakness and weakness meant death. But even if she knew this. She would gladly we weak every day if it meant she could love and be loved by the younger girl she hadn't even known for that long.

She saw an opening, but knew it was too far away if she wished to slash the man there. But stabbing him there would then leave her vulnerable for the time it would take her to pull her weapon out again. Knowing she needed to dispatch of the man regardless, she stabbed him between the ribs and killed him almost instantly. When Yara went to pull out her sword however, it seemed to have gotten stuck in the man's ribs. The other male seemed to notice and a smirk spread on his face, pouncing on the opportunity.

Yara tried another futile pull and released this wasn't helping her. Quickly checking her surroundings to look for a way out she found none. As the man was stalking towards them, Yara slowly backed up, keeping the blonde behind her at all times. Just a few moments before the man reached them, the brunette felt something hard being pushed against her hand. Without thinking she wrapped her hand around it and when she felt the familiar grip she knew what it was. Not taking another second she pulled back her hand and brought it forward, loosening her hand around the hilt when her arm was horizontal to the ground. A flash of steel was all the man probably saw before the dagger sank into his left eye. As the knife sunk in, she saw the man take a few more breaths before sinking to his knees. His sword clattered to the ground and his body soon followed, toppling over next to his sword.

"Well then, perhaps we need to check more carefully who of your men actually support you." Daenerys spoke up.

Yara looked at her incredulously, before replying with not a small amount of sarcasm, "You don't say?"

"Yes well they're dead now." the Targaryen spoke.

"They are." Yara confirmed.

There was a moment of silence before Yara spoke the thoughts that had been in her head a moment before, "We should really get on with that training of yours." Daenerys nodded in agreement, knowing she needed it to protect herself. The brunette however wasn't done with her argument yet, "Just so I don't need to do all the work the next time we are ambushed."

It was said playfully and was meant in jest. Yara knew that Dany had gotten the joke as well, but still the blonde decided on a look of outrage. But it was followed quickly enough by a giggle, knowing that Yara was completely right in her statement.

"Oh yes, you should totally clean up. All that blood isn't a good look for you." the smaller girl said scrunching up her nose before letting out another giggle.

"You are way too joyful, when you take into account that another attempt on your life was just made."

"Not just my life, yours as well this time." Daenerys replied never dropping the excitement. Yara looked on in confusion, not getting the blonde at all in that moment.

Dany let out a soft laugh before the girl explained to Yara what she was so giddy about, "You protected me and after the enemy was dead you immediately looked at me to check if I was alright. I just found that so adorable for such a tough Warrior Queen."

The brunette blushed and quickly tried to hide her face with her brown locks. She cleared her throat, before speaking to refute what the other girl was saying. Daenerys laughed at her again, after she stopped laughing however she leaned forward and kissed the brunette's still-burning cheek.

"A warrior is not supposed to be adorable." Yara muttered stubbornly to no one in particular, but the blonde girl heard it anyway and smiled before rolling her blue eyes at the older girl.

After their little moment others had finally found their way towards them and asked if they were alright before helping get rid of the bodies. And that is how Yara ended up scrubbing blood off of her skin that evening, which really wasn't one of her favourite pass-times.

But anything to protect my girl, Yara thought fondly of the silver-haired girl who this time around had escaped unscathed from such a confrontation. And the brunette wished to keep it that way.

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I do hope you all enjoyed it, let me know!

Xoxo

Vera