Darya had always loved the sea, her father used to take her out on his ship and they would spend months on end sailing and visiting foreign lands. That all ended the night her father's ship was attacked and Darya was taken to Astapor as a slave. Yea...
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Darya sighed in delight as she practically fell onto her and Yara's bed, the brunette raising an eyebrow at the woman as she rested her head on the Greyjoy's chest. King's Landing was officially under the control of Daenerys Targaryen, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and a bunch of other titles that Darya honestly couldn't remember.
Although the decimation of the city did, in fact, leave the two women having to sleep on Yara's ship due to a lack of rooms.
"I can't believe it's finally over. No more war," the blonde stated, letting out a hum as Yara's fingers started running through her hair. "I'm going to stay in bed for years..."
"You're forgetting that we still have an island to run," Yara reminded her with a smirk, brushing a stray strand of hair out of the other woman's face.
"You do that. I'll sleep," Darya replied, snuggling her body closer to Yara's.
The Greyjoy smiled fondly, placing a kiss at the top of the other woman's head.
"I'll make sure no one disturbs you," the brunette promised, her own eyes slowly drifting shut as their ship lulled back and forth.
"My lady!" a voice came from the other side of the door, the only warning before it was slammed open.
"You're already failing at your job..." Darya grumbled, the both of them turning to face the man at the door with matching annoyed expressions.
"Well, what is it?" Yara asked impatiently.
"There has been an attempt on the Queen's life."
~~~
Darya sat beside Yara as Grey Worm led Tyrion out to face them, King's Landing still smoldering in the background as the Lannister awaited his trial.
"Where's Jon?" Sansa Stark questioned, Darya's fists clenching at the name.
"He just tried to kill the Queen," Daario practically spat out, his face twisted in anger. "He is lucky to be alive."
"They were both to be brought to this gathering," Sansa argued, her own anger rising as she was denied the whereabouts of her brother.
"We will decide what we do with our prisoners. This is our city now," Grey Worm stated, glaring down at Tyrion as he spoke.
"Your brother has committed an act of treason, and Tyrion has plotted alongside him. They attempted to murder our Queen, they have every right to do whatever they wish with either of them," Darya explained, venom in her voice as she glared at the Stark. "You should be glad the Queen is merciful enough to even hold a trial for either of these traitors."
"And you will find thousands of Unsullied to defend our city if you choose to attack us," Grey Worm added, nodding along with his friend.
"Some of you may be quick to forgive. The Ironborn are not. I swore to follow Daenerys Targaryen," Yara spoke up, her hand placed reassuringly on top of Darya's.
"You swore to follow a tyrant," Sansa said, her attention turning to Yara.
Yara reached out and pushed Darya back into her seat as the woman attempted to shoot forward, rage painted across her features.
"She freed us from a tyrant. Cersei is gone because of her, and Jon Snow tried to put a knife in her heart. Let the Unsullied give him what he deserves," Yara argued, keeping her hand on Darya's leg even after she calmed.
"I'll kill him myself if I have to," the blonde snarled, earning a multitude of glares from those close to Jon Snow.
"Touch him and I'll kill you," Arya threatened, her own temper flaring.
The roar of a dragon distracted everyone from the rising tension, all of them turning their heads to watch as Drogon descended from the sky. Darya watched with pride as fear flickered across the faces of those who had just called Daenerys a tyrant.
"I apologize for my late arrival," the Targaryen said as she dismounted her dragon, walking toward the gathered people with a stoic expression on her face. "It turns out an attempted assassination causes a lot of work."
She stared pointedly at Tyrion as she passed, the man having the decency to at least look ashamed of himself.
"Let me take some of that work off of your shoulders, Your Majesty," Daario offered, his hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword.
With just a hand raised silently in the air, Daenerys halted his movements and approached the center of the gathered lords and ladies.
"I understand your contempt, Lady Stark, I truly do but you must also understand me. Jon Snow tried to kill me and Tyrion, who had once been my 'loyal' Hand, conspired with him. Do you expect them to go without punishment?" her words brought down a blanket of silence to settle upon those gathered, Sansa's fists clenched against her sides as she stared up at the Queen. "Both of them are lucky to be facing a trial at all. If I was as much a tyrant as you claim, would I not simply burn them as my father had? Perhaps I should, yet here I am being merciful."
"Was it mercy that you showed when you set the city ablaze?"
Darya finally shoved Yara's hand off of her, standing up and rounding on the Stark woman. The blaze of anger in her eyes was akin to that of dragon fire as she glared down at the woman.
"It is ironic, the phrase you utter so dutifully. 'The North Remembers.' And yet here you are, forsaking the woman who saved your life. Who saved the lives of everyone on this fucking continent, perhaps even the world," the woman ranted, her face twisting in a sneer as she looked between the Stark siblings. "You wouldn't have survived without her army, her dragons. Her support is what got you through the Long Night and now you conveniently forget the aid she gave you as soon as she does something you don't like?"
"If that is all," Daenerys began, smiling thankfully over at her friend as she trudged back to her seat beside Yara. "Then let us begin the trial."
~~~
Darya let out another sigh as she walked back to the ship, hand in hand with Yara. The Greyjoy just rolled her eyes, suppressing a laugh as the other woman let out another even louder sigh.
"What is bothering you, darling?" Yara asked, her tone sarcastic as they rounded the corner.
"Why couldn't she just kill them?" the blonde whined dramatically, leaning her head against the Greyjoy's shoulder. "They deserve it."
"The Queen is being smart with her decisions," Yara stated, turning her head to catch the seasalted scent that seemed to cling to the other woman's hair. "If she killed Jon Snow, it would incite another war with the North so sending him beyond the Wall was most likely the best choice. As for Tyrion, he is the last surviving Lannister. The people would not react kindly to an entire prominent house being wiped off the map, and I suppose... She does not want to kill him. Tyrion had been her friend, I believe Daenerys is still coming to terms with his betrayal."
Darya pivoted her head so she could stare up at the Greyjoy woman as they finally neared their ship, smiling to herself as her eyes traced the contours of her face.
"I guess it takes a Queen to think like a Queen, doesn't it?" the blonde commented, her grip tightening on Yara's hand. "You, Yara Greyjoy, are undeniably magnificent."
The Greyjoy just shook her head at the compliment, but Darya felt butterflies swarm her stomach at the light blush that coated the brunette's cheeks.
