A Dragon In Wolf's Clothing ~A Game of Thrones fan fiction~

Chapter Forty One: Dracarys

Dany wanted all of the unsullied. The great masters wanted a dragon as payment. Everything always came with a heavy price, especially when it came to trading slaves. Not that they'd remain slaves for much longer if Dany successfully bought them. Except, the only problem was they couldn't afford to lose a dragon. They needed an army though as well. The whole matter was getting quite complicated, especially when Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan tried to stop Dany offering one of her dragons, and even more complicated when Dany took the translator girl as a 'gift'.

As the group were leaving, Ser Jorah turned to Lyanna, realising that she hadn't said anything in protest when Dany suggested giving the masters a dragon.

"You agree with her? You think she should just give one away when they're so valuable to her?" He asked Lyanna, raising his eyebrows.

"I believe in our Queen. What may be the right decision to her may not be that for you, but you're not the Queen," Lyanna said carefully. In truth, she'd figured out Daenerys' plan as soon as the word 'dragon' had come out of her mouth.

"Neither are you," he shot back at her.

"Good, I was once, for two weeks, that was enough for me," she smiled, trying to make a joke out of the situation.

"I much prefer Lyanna's view on where I stand," Daenerys said sharply, turning around to glare at the two other men. "The next time you doubt me like that, you can both find yourself another Queen to follow,"

Lyanna had to stop herself from smirking as the two were disciplined. It must have been hard for them, having followed Dany for her to make a move that contrasted with what they thought. Lyanna, however had learnt from her uncle that when supporting a monarch, especially one still earning power, it was her position to advice, but follow the rulers judgement. It wasn't something Eddard Stark had told her verbally, but something she picked up from watching him in King's Landing and from hearing his stories.

Gods, she missed him. She wondered what he would say if he could see her now. What would he think to her, running from Westeros, embracing her Targaryen side, supporting a Targaryen queen after he fought against the dynasty? Lyanna knew she would end up wasting her life if she kept her mind focuses on those she had lost, but she couldn't forget them either; they were why she was who she was.

"Do you trust me?" Dany asked, almost nervously, as the two left the men behind, walking to meet the translator they had acquired.

"Always," Lyanna assured.

"Even when you don't know my plan?" Dany frowned.

"When I was six, Robb told me to jump off one of the towers at Winterfell," Lyanna remembered, smiling nostalgically. "It was only six foot off the ground, but to a six year old, it felt like the tallest wall in the seven kingdoms. But still, I jumped, and he caught me. I'm not sure how, he'd only turned seven a week before and I was taller than him, but he caught me, and that taught me no matter the circumstances, you always trust family, and you're family,"

As she finished speaking, the two women reached the point where the nervous translator was stood, waiting to meet them.

"Do you have a name?" Daenerys asked.

"Missandei, your grace," she spoke carefully, timid about the two.

"Do you have any family to go to?" Dany asked.

"None, your grace,"

"Where we're going is dangerous, you may die," Dany stated, raising an eyebrow.

"Valar Morghulis," Missandei said, calmly, a little more confident than the last time she spoke.

"All men must die," Lyanna smiled slightly, remembering when she taught the phrase to Sansa and Arya. "But we aren't men,"