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,"

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The Unsullied were in line in the courtyard  of Astapor as Dany and her party walked through, the sun beating down on them. Dany walked in front of them all holding the leash of a metal chain locked around Drogon's neck as he flew above them. Lyanna walked at her side, wearing a long blue dress, flowing behind her as she walked. Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah were behind them. Eyrk and Alize were behind the two old knights, refusing to miss something so important. The two were stood close, arms linked. Lyanna assumed that the scene of all the slaves and unsullied was upsetting for both of them, considering Alize was a servant in King's Landing and Eryk was a slave for most of his life.

Kraznys was talking and Missandei was translating, though Lyanna wasn't listening, all she needed to do was look at Dany's face to know she didn't agree with what was being said. If she was being honest, Lyanna didn't want to know. After today, the unsullied would be Dany's and whatever they were saying wouldn't matter anymore, as their party wouldn't treat them with all the cruelty they had previously faced.

The group stopped, leaving only Daenerys to walk forward, holding out the chain to Kraznys, who took it eagerly, thrusting the slave whip at Daenerys. She hesitated not wanting to touch it, but took it into her grip, looking down at it, and then back at him in disgust.

"Is it done? Do they belong to me now?" Dany asked.

He nodded, insulting her in Valerian, though she continued to play dumb as she stared at the whip, before turning to her new army. She walked down towards them, down the few small steps and Lyanna followed, wanting to stay close. Daenerys, though looking uncomfortable at holding the whip, hid her reservations well, bringing it up into the air.

"Unsullied!" Daenerys called powerfully in perfect Valerian to her army, which stood to her in attention. Missandei, Jorah, Barristan and Alize looked at her with surprise, whilst Eryk began to grin, figuring out the truth, and her plan. Lyanna stood, smirking at her with pride, seeing her aunt look powerful, about to crush her enemies. "Forward march, halt!" She called out commands, testing them.

"Tell the bitch her beast won't come," Kraznys shouted, not catching on to the fact Daenerys had spoken in his tongue, as he kept trying to pull Drogon closer to him as the dragon screeched, trying to fly back to his mother.

"Why don't you tell the bitch yourself, you bastard?" Lyanna spoke carefully as she turned to face him, thinking every word through as she said them, remembering the nights in Winterfell she'd spent studying Valerian with Maester Luwin. It had been a long time since then, and the language was rusty to her, but she made sure that whatever she said she said it with strength. "She's no bitch either, she's a queen,"

"You speak-" he cut himself off, colour draining from his face in fear, though he still fought against Drogon's chain.

"A dragon is not a slave," Daenerys said calmly, speaking Valerian more confident than Lyannna did.

"You speak Valerian?" Kraznys spoke again.

"I am Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen of the blood of Old Valeria, Valerian is my mother tongue," Dany spoke, venom in her voice. "Unsullied! Kill the masters! Strike down the masters, but harm no children!"

There was a moment of silence, despite Drogon's yells, until  there was a cry of pain from the other side of the courtyard; the first unsullied had struck. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming amount of blood in the air as each unsullied began to strike, moving out of position. Kraznys shouted commands to them, or to the masters, to anyone that would listen. Lyanna moved to stand in front of Dany, pulling her knife out of the holster on her back, staying sharp even with everything occurring. Jorah and Barristan had done the same, except they had their swords.

"Lyanna!" She heard a call, glancing to see Eryk being tackled by a young master, older than herself.

In one swift movement, Lyanna tossed her knife and it soared through the air, to where Eryk was being held up by the master, his hands tight around his neck. As the knife would have gone into his back, Alize punched him in the temple, causing him to falter slightly, falling as the knife found home in his neck. His grip loosened, falling dead. Eryk jumped up, gasping for breath, throwing a grin of gratitude to both of the girls. Lyanna saw him smile at Alize, taking her hand, pulling her into shelter, not before grabbing Lyanna's knife, knowing how much it meant to her.

Not having her knife anymore, all Lyanna had was her fists. If another threat came, she hoped they'd be enough. I was enough though, as Dany decided to end it, looking up at her dragon.

"Dracarys,"

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