thenoblehouseofdayne:

The invasion of the Seven Kingdoms had been going poorly. After Euron Greyjoy decimated what remained of the naval fleet, Asha had barely been rescued, and scrambling to reclaim the campaign from the jaws of defeat. 

This had inspired a bit of tension between the Khaleesi and the Greyjoy, one of the rushed decisions costing Danaerys one of her dragons and tilting the odds further towards the Lannister army advancing on the North. 

This morning, they’d been bickering over a decision to abandon the Reach and focus more on the evacuation of the Wildlings, with the assistance of Jon Snow. 

It had been close to an hour of fighting before you’d finally spoken up. “Ladies!” 

They both turned to you, frustrated and at the end of their tethers. 

“Surely, the three of us can work something out? Dany, you’re a Queen, and one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. You’ll succeed. The Gods wouldn’t have it any other way, or they’d have an issue with me. And Asha-” you turned to her, giving her a heavy look. “Losing was difficult for all of us, you the most so, but you have to trust that we know what we’re doing. Let someone else talk sometimes, and know that we’ll listen to you when the time comes.”

Both glanced at each other, and begrudgingly offered apologies, before turning back to the task at hand, albeit more calmly than before. 

You turned to Tyrion Lannister, who was watching you with an degree of respect. “That’s why they need a mediator.” You concluded with a tiny wink.