Not The Plan

I am actually so excited to write this chapter, just because I actually wish this would happen in the show. Like for god's sake learn to fight Dany. I mean I love her, but come on girl.

Oops slight spoiler, oh well read on! ;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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Recent occurrences had led Yara to this moment. The moment that the Greyjoy found herself walking through the streets of Meereen at dawn. The early hour had to do with the fact that apparently that is when the blonde had most of her free time. This unfortunately meant that Yara had to get up very early, which she was not pleased with at all. However getting up this early had its advantages, as this meant it wasn't as hot yet in the city, so she got some moments of reprieve from the heat. Add to that the fact that excessive exercises would have been unbearable in the afternoon heat, Yara minded the early time less.

That however did not mean she was thrilled to be up this early in the morning. When she had first been woken by a servant – who she had asked to wake her, for she knew she wouldn't wake this early on her own – the brunette had really questioned why she was doing this. I mean anybody else could train the other girl. However she quickly scrapped that thought, knowing that it was her job to teach the blonde how to protect herself, as she had promised her that when offering her dagger. Steeling her resolve the brunette had gotten up and out of bed. Yara had quickly washed up and eaten a light breakfast with some water to wash it down. No need to get into heavy drinking in the morning.

When she had done all this and had dressed lightly for her training session, she had strapped her short-sword to her hip and taken off down the long hallways. Having taken all the stairs down the brunette finally found herself in the streets below the Great Pyramid. Goddammit, those stairs alone are an exhausting trial, though walking up those stairs is worse, the Greyjoy thought this as she was already feeling the dread of having to climb those stairs again building inside her body.

Yara walked the streets slowly, not making haste, seeing no need to do so. She heard the soft sounds of some early-morning type of people waking up and starting their days. She never understood those people, why would you willingly get up this early. It was something the brunette could never quite understand. The chirping of birds could be heard as Yara walked towards the training grounds. As the brunette walked down some stairs she saw the small droplets of dew still lying on the balustrade of the stairway.

Yara may not like getting up this early, but the beauty of early mornings, when barely any humans had risen yet and nature seemed untouched and just about to awaken, had to be one of the most beautiful sights you could witness in your life. And Yara figured she was going to be seeing a lot more of this time of day if she was going to train the blonde girl, who has had no previous training at all according to Yara's knowledge. It was going to take a while to train the younger girl, but even if it would take forever, the brunette would do it. If it meant the blonde would be able to protect herself and in the end live longer, then it would be worth all the effort to the Ironborn warrior.

Finally arriving at the training grounds which she had last seen when that Daario guy was fighting one of the horse men, she saw a small figure in the distance, sitting in the dirt. Even from this distance Yara could see the silver hair and knew exactly who it was. As she walked closer her suspicions were confirmed and she saw Daenerys sitting within one of the training rings.

"I almost thought you wouldn't show." the Dragonborn shot her way, when Yara was within earshot.

"Well I am here now." Yara replied simply.

The blonde got up and dusted herself off, to which Yara let out a chuckle. The younger girl looked up to her completely confused. The Greyjoy replied, "There is no need to dust yourself off, you will probably end up in it again, so really it's a waste of time."

Daenerys let her mouth drop open with incredulity, "I am offended that you think so lowly of me."

"Not lowly, Dany, merely telling you the truth. Everyone who first starts training spends more time lying on the ground than on their feet, I did was well." Yara replied trying to soothe the other girl, not having meant to truly offend her.

"How old were you when you started training?" Daenerys asked her curiously, apparently having already either forgiven or forgotten that she had been offended by Yara's words.

"I was five when I started my training."

"Five? Weren't you way too young?" the blonde asked her, not understanding why a five year old was learning how to fight.

"Even children need to learn how to fight, because they will grow up. We don't stay children forever." Yara said, "The younger you start to train the children, the better they will be when they grow up."

The Targaryen nodded, giving affirmation that she understood the concept now. This is when Yara quickly scanned the other girl, noticing her different type of clothes. The brunette did not know what she had expected when they would train, I mean the blonde couldn't learn to fight in a dress, now could she? Daenerys was instead wearing something similar to those horse men that Yara really should have learned the name of by now. They were loose clothing that allowed movement and would indeed be fitting to fight in, but also fitting for the heat. Looking at her hair the Greyjoy noted that while it had some slight braided details in it, most of Daenerys' hair was pulled up and tied off, to keep her hair out of the way.

Overall the look was way more simplistic than Yara was used to from the younger girl, but she liked it. It suited her as the dresses did as well. Both suited her, however in each different look she showed a different aspect of herself and appealed to different people. It was fascinating to see how the girl even seemed to give off a slightly different aura. Or that could just be the brunette's sleep-deprived mind.

"So what do we do first?" Daenerys asked while getting up ever so gracefully from the ground.

The Ironborn female didn't reply, merely told the other girl that she should stretch to avoid hurting herself, before walking off to a small shack of sorts. The older girl pulled the door open and walked a few steps inside. Looking around she finally spotted what she had been trying to find, she picked up the two objects before walking out again and closing the door behind her. Yara walked back to the blonde with the newly proclaimed objects.

Dany looked at her expectantly when Yara reached the outside ring of stones of the training circle the blonde was standing within. She dropped the two objects just within the perimeter of the ring before unstrapping her sword and putting it outside of the circle. Stepping across the stones she picked up one of the two objects and walked over to the younger girl. "This is a staff.", is all that Yara said before holding the long piece of wood out to the blonde with one hand wrapped around the type of pole. The brunette waited until the blonde held out both of her hands with the palms up to catch the staff. Yara released the grip she held on the pole and let it drop in the blonde's awaiting hands.

"Alright, well what do you want me to do with it?" Daenerys asked her.

"Hold it like I was just holding it, gripping it from the top, but do so with both hands."

Daenerys changed her hold on the thing, before looking up for further instructions.

"Hold it up like I was just doing, straight forward, as if you are trying to give it to me." Yara gave the blonde further instructions. Daenerys did as she was being told and the Greyjoy enjoyed it, because it was probably the only time the blonde would do so without complaint. When the younger girl was holding the staff straight forward in a horizontal position, Yara said the following, "Alright, now hold it like that for a while until I tell you to drop it."

The brunette took a step back and slowly lowered herself into the dirt. The blonde glared at her, demanding of her an explanation what this was good for. Yara simply replied that she should build up strength. Daenerys clenched her jaw so hard that the warrior thought it would pop, but the Dragon Queen complained no more and merely held out the staff. Yara sat like that for a while, taking note of the way the other girl's muscles seemed to tense more and more and the way her hands slightly shifted. How she clenched her jaw more and how sweat started to form on her temples and near her hairline. The way her breathing was getting harsher and more ragged as time passed. The warrior kept looking carefully at all these signs, until she could see the moment the blonde would probably break. This is when she intervened.

"Drop it." Yara commanded.

Without needing any further prompting the blonde opened her hands and the staff fell to the ground, stirring the dirt slightly when it landed. Daenerys let her arms drop back to her sides and her face turned to one of a pained expression. Yara got up quickly and walked over to her. Dany looked at her quizzically, but understood the older girl's approach soon enough. Yara slowly took one of Dany's upper arms in her hands and massaged the muscles there, before moving on to the other arm. She then moved back to the first arm and slowly turned the younger girl's wrist in slight circles and massaged it. Repeating this process on her other arm.

All of this was done in silence, the silence only broken by the occasional sigh that escaped the blonde's lips. When Yara finished taking care of the other girl's arm muscles she looked into blue eyes and saw a look of doubt. Doubt that Yara wished to qualm. So the Ironborn girl quickly spoke in praise, "You did well you know. You are a lot stronger than you look."

"I did?" the blonde asked her still slightly worried.

"You did. And perhaps most importantly, you didn't give up."

Daenerys smiled at her knowing that she truly meant it. She saw gratitude in the Stormborn girl's eyes and knew that maybe the younger girl hadn't learned to fight yet, still she held the determination of a warrior. And that is one of the most important things to have. The brunette leaned forward catching the blonde's lips in a heated kiss. After it went on for a few seconds Yara knew she should stop it or she wouldn't stop anymore and their first time together should not be here, that was for sure. So Yara pulled away and seeing the hint of disappointment in the younger girl's eyes she gave a low chuckle.

"We shall continue with stances and footwork for today, no more harsh training on your arms. They will be sore enough in the morning already." Yara replied before stepping away from the blonde, to continue their training.

When the brunette saw she had the blonde's full attention again, – because she had been slightly dazed by the kiss before – she continued her explanation on a basic fighting stance. And this is how they continued on all morning. Perhaps stealing a kiss so now and then, but they also got training done. Barely, Yara's treacherous mind added. She laughed at the memory now from the previous morning as she was getting up to start their next training session. With all the distractions this was probably going to take longer than the brunette had planned at first. But apparently none of her plans work out the way she plans them when those plans regarded the blonde.

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Hope y'all enjoyed, perhaps not as much training as I had first imagined for this chapter, but I guess that'll be added to next chapter then hihi ;p

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Vera