Not The Plan
Sorry for the long wait, I was on vacation, which was great btw ;p
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The rest of the day that followed after the horrible training session in the morning went as expected. Yara tried to focus on the task at hand of making preparations to leave, but her mind was constantly filled with thoughts of the blonde. When making preparations she would sometimes catch glimpses of silver hair in passing, but Daenerys would always be either surrounded by people or just walking away. The brunette had a feeling Dany was avoiding her and it worried her. Especially at this time that they were about to set out on one of the most important journeys of their entire lives, a journey on which nothing should go wrong. It was this fact that worried Yara, but also the words that they had exchanged that morning. She needed to speak to the blonde, as soon as possible.
Throughout the entire day the Greyjoy looked for a way to reach the dragonborn girl, but it seemed the girl was very adequate in the art of avoidance. Yara sighed, knowing she probably should have been happy. That normally she would have been happy during a moment like this. The moment that she was finally almost returning to the sea – her home – and also the fact that she was finally getting out of this blasted city, but instead of happiness the Ironborn female felt a sense of dread. Her life did not matter to her, Yara kept repeating in her head, at least not enough to fight for it. This definitely didn't help the nagging feeling that she should help her, but did Daenerys want her help?
Yara shook her head trying to rid herself of these thoughts, for she had realised she had been in thought for a while. Focusing back on the present, the Warrior Queen realised that her men were staring at her, most likely waiting for her input. Not knowing what had been said she merely replied that she agreed and that they should get back to work. The men seemed to be satisfied with her reply and all scurried off to continue with their work. The brunette brought one of her hands up to her face and rubbed it before pinching the bridge of her nose, she could not deal with the new issues that had arisen from the blonde's admission. She took her hand away from her face and looked up when she realised someone had been watching her.
It was her little brother. Yara looked at him for a second, he seemed about to ask her if she was alright, but that is not what the female warrior focused on. She looked at his cheeks that no longer seemed hollow, his eyes that held renewed energy, his shoulder which were held back and his gaze that looked at her straight-on. Yara smiled, her brother was almost back to the annoying boy he was when he had first arrived back on Pyke all those years back now, but he also wasn't that boy now. He had grown to be a better man than he was before. At least that is one problem less to worry about the brunette thought.
"Are you alright?" Theon asked her, as she had predicted he would ask.
"I am fine." Yara replied, trying to make the reply sound sincere.
Her little brother gave her a sceptical look raising an eyebrow in silent question. Yara rolled her eyes at how well he knew her, for her lie would have been convincing to most people.
"Get back to work, Theon, there is still a lot to be done." the older female replied, turning around and starting to walk away.
"I'll find out what's wrong." the younger male called after her.
"You do that." Yara replied, not raising her voice, knowing he would hear her. She let a slight smile pass over her face, appreciating the concern her closest-remaining family member had for her even if it annoyed her slightly, she did appreciate it.
Yara continued her day like this, working and giving directions to her men. She looked around after a while when dusk was almost upon them and regarded the progress that had been made with an appreciative eye. Her men were hard workers and got things done when they were efficiently directed. The newly-proclaimed Queen called out to all her men that the work was done for today. They would leave tomorrow or the day after, she believed, and the work was mostly done. She had deduced from the meetings that then is when they would leave. She however had only heard half of these meetings, because these meetings had definitely not caught her interest and so her attention was just not there completely. Or at all.
After most of the men had left Yara walked along the docks, looking over the water at the setting sun. The colours that changed and how it reflected slightly on the water. While maybe rippled and distorted in the water, it was still a beautiful sight. The brunette walked further along until the docks stopped and she stumbled upon a wall. Yara was about to turn around when she saw the slight opening in the stone wall. Having always been a curious individual, the brunette walked over to it and peeked into the slight darkness. The warrior looked back to see if anyone was watching – which no one was – before she moved into the darkness without another second of hesitation.
The Greyjoy stopped for a few seconds to let her eyes get used to the darkness. When they did and she could make out where the walls were and where the path she should take was, she started walking. The brunette walked for a few seconds until she got to an opening in the wall which she walked through. Stepping through it, her eyes were suddenly assaulted by the sudden onslaught of light that had been absent before inside the wall. Blinking a few seconds until she could see clearly again, Yara looked around to see where she was. It seemed to be a slightly rocky stretch of beach that was completely surrounded overhead and on all sided by the walls of the city. The only way into the small secluded beach being the opening she had just walked through. The Greyjoy concluded that this must have been a place previously used for smuggling.
Yara looked around again when she suddenly spotted the blonde that she had wished to speak to all day. How she had not noticed the silver hair during her first scan of the area was beyond her. Yara knew that this was the perfect opportunity to talk to the girl since there was only one way out of here which the brunette was blocking the way to. Deciding to speak to the girl, but not wishing to scare the other girl the Greyjoy called out to her with softness in her voice.
"Daenerys."
It was a single word, but it caught the other girl's attention it seemed, because her back suddenly went rigid and silver hair whipped around when a pale face turned towards Yara. She had been crying, the warrior realised when she saw the red spotted cheeks and glazed over eyes. The blonde opened her mouth to answer, but no words seemed to form and the younger girl merely gaped at her. Yara kept quiet throughout the whole thing, not wishing to scare the girl and make her close-off again. This quiet gaping lasted for a few seconds until the blonde closed her mouth and turned her gaze back towards the sea.
The brunette walked over to the younger girl and sat down next to her on one of the rocks. They sat like that in silence, neither saying a word. The silence was tense however, filled with unspoken worries and apologies. The sun seemed to set even more and was almost below the water now, the dark was setting in and they should probably get back to the Pyramid to get some sleep Yara thought, but neither made a move to get up or leave for that matter.
"Sorry." Daenerys spoke first, so softly that Yara barely caught it over the sound of the rushing of the waves clattering onto the beach. "I shouldn't have put all of that on you, it wasn't right of me. You probably have your own problems to worry about, I just thought I might be able to share my frustrations with someone. But it was a mistake."
It was rambled on so quickly that Yara could not interject until the blonde stopped talking, so that is when the brunette spoke, "Of course you can tell me stuff like that. You need to tell me stuff like that, or at least tell someone stuff like that. You cannot keep walking around with thoughts like those running through your head."
Silence fell once more, but this time around it did not last as long.
"What made you tell me?" Yara asked her companion, honestly curious.
"I was just overwhelmed by the fact that all that I have wanted to achieve to take back that which belonged to my family is almost done and that we are about to take off for Westeros. The entire thing made me very overwhelmed and the fact that it seemed I wasn't getting any better at fighting, it just seemed that if I couldn't achieve my goal of learning how to fight, that I wasn't going to be able to achieve my other goals either. So while I was so overwhelmed, I just needed someone to listen. And since I never had anyone to confide in, you were just there so I told you. And also I trusted to confide in you." the blonde admitted, slightly breathless after the entire speech.
Yara nodded along, smiling at the fact that the blonde seemed to trust her. However starting to understand the other girl's frustrations, she still felt that they were ungrounded. "You are afraid and instead of facing that fear you turned to anger and let your insecurities get ahead of you. You are getting better at fighting and you will master it, just like you will be able to get back that throne, for you to do as you feel you need to do." the brunette concluded while also trying to comfort the blonde.
The quiet stretched on and Yara looked over to her right to see whether the other girl had heard her. The blonde's lips were pursed and she was grinding her teeth slightly, which indicated she was deep in thought. So Yara went to focus on the sea again. She looked at the waves that lapped at the beach, the way one wave rolled over the next as if consuming it, the way it pulled back again to come back stronger. The water of the sea had always been a fascination of hers. Already as a little girl she would always sit by the waterside and just stare at the way the water moved for hours on end. That fascination had never left her.
"You told me I needed to fight for something if I did not want to fight for a throne or myself." Daenerys said it as a statement, but it sounded like more of a question so Yara gave her confirmation by nodding, which made the blonde continue, "Love, that is what I believe is worth fighting for. Even if you might lose it, it is worth the chance of getting hurt."
"And who is it that you love?"
"No one…yet. But I am getting there." Daenerys said looking over at Yara with a meaningful look.
Yara smiled at the other girl, "I am getting there too." she merely replied. Neither of them feeling it was necessary to say those three words.
They stayed silent for a while until Dany spoke again, "Someday I will fight not only for love or for others anymore, but perhaps also for myself."
The blonde looked over to her, blue eyes meeting grey and the meaning of her words was clear. My life matters, but someday it will be enough to fight for. Yara gave her a nod, indicating that she had understood the words, it was progress that much was clear. And the brunette would keep trying to talk to the girl until the other would eventually see how great of a person she was and that others thought that she mattered and that she should as well, but that day was not today.
Yara broke the eye contact and looked back towards the water. The place where the sun was before now merely held the darkened skies, Yara looked up and saw the moon and the stars. The warrior felt a small hand grab hers and squeeze it, it was a silent thank you which the brunette didn't think was necessary, but she would accept it. This conversation had made the Ironborn warrior realise that there was one more thing that Yara knew for sure, this girl was worth fighting for and perhaps someday the Targaryen would realise this as well.
Until that day came however Yara knew she would try to fight for the blonde the best way she could, she would talk with the other girl and help her battle her inner demons. For that is all that she could do at the moment.
A head of silver hair rested itself on Yara's right shoulder and they stayed seated like this for a while, just staring at the silver globe that was known as the moon and all its companions that were the stars which surrounded it in the deep dark skies above.
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