Margaery Tyrell had lost it all. Most of her family, her home, her husband, her title... it all went up in flames. And she would have as well, if she had been any later in making it out of the citadel before it exploded. King's Landing was no longer a safe place for her. The person sitting on the iron throne was no longer someone who would keep her safe. It was someone who wanted her dead. Someone who could see her dead with a simple command.

She had to go, but where? She took a ship out of the city and went to the only place she could go: Slaver's Bay. The Lannisters had an enemy there who may be willing to help her. An enemy with a claim to the throne of Westeros and who sought to take it back.

As she saled across the ocean, she came across a fleet of Dorn, Dothraki, Iron Island and Mareen ships. An armada unlike any she had seen before. It had to be her. The woman Margaery had heard so much about. She could tell just by the red dragons on their flags, as well as the three flying beasts soaring above.

She docked with one of the ships, and was allowed entrance on board when they ship's captain was able to pursuade them they had no hostile intentions. Margaery was greatful that a familiar face greeted her onboard the ship. Two, in fact. Tyrion Lannister and Varys, a former ally to the Lannisters. Varys was relieved (or at least feigned relief) that Margaery was alive and told her that her grandmother would be happy to see her safe and sound. After this, he introduced her to the Mother of Dragons herself: Daenerys Targaryen.

The stories she had heard were no exageration. This woman was divine, from her flawless tanned skin to her glowing white hair, and her sparkling green eyes, and the way she carried herself with a devotion, perseverance, and yet kindness that Margaery admired. Daenerys was a beauty if ever she had seen one. Her small, deceptively delicate frame hid a strong, defiant woman who had grown into a born leader, and that much was obvious from their first encounter, which felt more like an entarrogation with Daenerys trying to figure out if Margaery came as an ally or not. After all, Daenerys had reason to be distrustful of strangers from King's Landing. Margaery did her best to assure her she had honest intentions, and came looking for sanctuary. In the end, Daenerys ended the conversation with a less than reassuring "Very well." And allowed Margaery to return back to her own ship.

As Margaery settled in, she began to ponder her situation. Her family would back Daenerys claim to the Iron Throne, and she would have the justice against Cersei Lannister she craved. Daenerys would be queen, but where would that leave her? Would she go back home? Would she recieve a demotion and become... Vice Queen? Or something? Margaery had done her best to get where she wanted and now it looked like it was all about to be taken away from her. Could she really be happy with that? Could she really just step aside and let someone else be queen? There can't be two, after all.

Or could there?

Margaery remembered back to when she was on Danaerys' ship. She remembered the look on Danaerys' face as she questioned her. The look as the two women spoke and the look when they first laid eyes on one another. There was a constant smirk on her face and a penetrating gaze in her eyes. At the time, it seemed like she was just suspicious of Margaery, but, as Margaery was leaving, she caught the woman staring at her. The way most men stare at her, eyes guiding over Margaery's body and all of a sudden the look she was giving her during her questioning was put into a much different light. When she was sizing Margaery up, did that mean she was... well... sizing her up? Admiring Margaery's own beauty just as she admired Danaerys?

If it was even the slightest bit possible, Margaery needed to act on it now.

Over the next few days, she would make any and every excuse to come over to Danaerys' boat, whether it be on the pretense of asking Varys if he had heard from her grandmother, or just because shedidn't wan to be stuck on one boat for the entire journey. And, it was during these visits that her suspicions were confirmed. Daenerys liked women. Why else would she have a handmaiden that constantly had her stomach and cleavage exposed so much. Why else would she have her Dothraki handmaidens bath her as they do? It's not like she would have much interest in the sexual needs of her men. And, of course, there was Danaerys' eyes wandering over Margaery's body, which she had grown less and less subtle about the more times she did it. A couple times, the two even made eye contact after she oggled Margaery's cleavage.

This was her shot and she needed to take it. She invited Daenerys over to her own ship, which she accepted, thank goodness. Margaery stood at her bedroom door and watched Daenerys walk the plank between the ship. She watched her hair glow in the blackness of night, and her equally black dress and cape she was wearing flowed in the breeze as she made her way across.

"Welcome, milady." Margaery greeted her with a smile and then held the door open for her.

"A pleasure." Daenerys said.

When Daenerys entered, the room was almost pitch black excpet for the light from a candle on the table in her room.

"Sorry for the lack of light. We seem to be at a shortage of candles around here, so we have to ration them." Margaery pulled a chair put, which Daenerys happily sat in.

"Thank you. And, actually, I don't mind it this way. I find it comforting." said Danaerys.

"Do you?" Margaery said.

Daenerys nodded. "Sometimes I light a single candle in my room when I go to bed, and watch it burn out. I find it helps me get to sleep." Daenerys then spotted something nexto to the candle that made her less than comfortable. A knife. Just sitting there waiting to be used.

"Maybe I should try that. I have the hardest time getting to sleep at night on these bloody ships." Margaery pulled up her own chair, sitting purpendicular to Daenerys and, if she reached out her hand, she could easily grab the knife if she wanted to.

"Well, soon we'll be back in King's Landing and you be back in your own bed." Daenerys reassured her.

"Somehow I doubt that." Margaery said.

"Why?"

"Because, if Cersei wins, she'll have my head on a spike in seconds. If you win, well I'll be alive, but I expect I'll be heading home." Margaery laid it out for her.

"Are you okay with that?" Daenerys asked.

"I'll have to be." Margaery answered.

"Well, that's not exactly a 'yes." Daenerys said. "You're saying you would be comfortable with someone else taking your place on the iron throne?"

"You still don't trust me?" Margaery asked.

"More than I did when you first came aboard my ship. If I didn't trust you at all, I wouldn't have boarded without a guard and I wouldn't be sitting alone here in the dark with you." Daenerys said. "That being said, it's been my experience that when people recieve a position of power, they get comfortable in said position and do everything they can to stay in it."

"Why did you accept my invitation?" Margaery asked her.

"It would have been rude of me not to, not to mention that I get a little... restless... when I'm trapped in one place for too long." Daenerys answered.

"And here I thought you came over because you were hoping to get into my pants." Margaery quipped.

There was a moment of silence before Daenerys said, "You're wearing a dress."

Margaery wanted to correct her, but instead the two women just chuckled at the joke. This was going well, much to Margaery's relief. She had finally broken the ice between them and was hopefully relaxing Daenerys enough to a point where she would hopefully start to see her as a friend. Or more.

"You do like women, though, don't you?" At first, Margaery regretted saying that. It wasn't exactly subtle.

"Are you flirting with me, Margaery Tyrell?" Daenerys asked.

"Hard not to." Margaery said. "After all, you flirted with me, didn't you? The way you look at me. Do you find me attractive?"

Daenerys smiled. "You are beautiful."

Margaery smiled back. "And you're right. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be the queen. Not A queen. THE queen. Of everything. And, when I got to be the queen, I quite enjoyed it."

"I see. Well, I'm sorry to say that I intend to take Westeros for myself. You may stay in King's Landing as my special guest, if you like. As a reward for your family's assistance." Daenerys put it to her plainly.

"...Or I could rule by the side on the iron throne as your queen." Margaery proposed. Again, it wasn't one of her subtler moments.

"Is that your way of proposing marriage?" Daenerys asked.

"Yes it is. You get to keep the throne without a fight, which will make you happy. I keep my place, which will make me happy. The people are quite fond of me and will be happy to see me alive. That will help their approval of you. The Tyrells are a powerful family, as well. If that helps." Margaery shrugged and smiled.

"But why would I want a queen and not a king?" Daenerys asks.

"Because this queen has... all of the things I just named and she's right here offering herself to you with little to no strings attatched." Margaery took in a heavy breath. "And you've also been looking this queen up and down her body since she stepped foot on your ship."

"You've noticed." Margaery liked that Daenerys didn't deny it.

"You never answered me before. Have you been with women before?" she asked.

Daenerys practically bragged, "Many, many times. From what I understand, the people of Westeros don't exactly take kindly to same-sex marriages."

"We'll tell them it's more of a business arrangement. Not a marriage." Margaery just assumed that would work.

Daenerys thought it over for a second. She had a point there. That arrangement could work, but there was still one thing that was bothering her.

"But how do I know I can trust you? Your grandmother told me about your previous... divorcers, let's call them. How do I know I won't befall the same fate?" Daenerys asked, in a less flirty tone than her other questions.

"To be fair, that last one was his mother's fault." Margaery quipped back.

Daenerys just looked at her with a face that says "Really? That's your best argument?" Margaery thought about it. How could she convince her of her honesty? She looked around, thinking for an answer. Her eyes fell on her knife on the table, giving her an idea. She looked from the knife, then back to Danaerys, who was still waiting.

"You want to see if you can trust me?" Margaery asked.

"Mm-hmm." Daenerys nodded.

Margaery sighed. She stood up from her chair, grabbing the knife, making sure Daenerys saw it. Then, leaving her eyes on the Mother of Dragons, she bent over to blow out the candle. The last she saw of Daenerys was her leaning back in her chair and preparing herself for what happens next before the room went black. Margaery kept her hand on the table, guiding herself through the dark in the short distance to Daenerys ' side of the table, eventually feeling Danaerys' toes touch her own as she got closer. She stopped and ran her hand along the table, feeling for the chair she was sitting in. Her hand came in contact with Danaerys' own, still sitting on the arm rest. The other woman made a barely-noticeable little shudder. Margaery leaned in cloder, guiding the knife along Daenerys ' arm very gently, bringing it up to her neck. The queen leaned her head back, exposing her neck even more, as if daring Margaery to cut her.

And she could cut her. Right now, right here. The boats were anchored and she was on her own ship. She could easily kill the woman right there and make a run for it. They could easily get a far enough head start and make it safely back to King's Landing. And Daenerys knew it.

But she didn't. She didn't cut her throat. Instead, she just held it up to her throat as she leaned in closer to the woman and kissed her cheek gently, letting her lips linger on Danaerys' soft, warm skin. In the darkness, she heard the woman take a breath. That kiss had sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

The next kiss was on Daenerys lips. Just as gentle as the last, just to test if Daenerys was as open to women as she had let on. She was and it didn't take long for Margaery's tongue to slowly make its way into her mouth. The kiss wasn't aggressive, not gentle as it was before, but pleasurable. A little taste of what Margaery had to offer her. A way of saying, 'if this is what my tongue can do in your mouth, imagine what it could do in other places.' And, given how Daenerys was reciprocating the kiss, it seemed like she wanted to find out.

Margaery pulled away, leavng a last, smaller kiss on Danaerys' lips. Still, the knife was up to the Targaryen's throat and Margaery looked into the other woman's eyes. Even through the complete blackness of the room, she could tell they were looking into each other's eyes. Margaery turned the blade of the knife upward in a manner where she could stab up into Daenerys throat, causing Daenerys to once more shiver with excitement. But Margaery didn't stab her, cut her, or hurt her. She broguht the knife down, guiding the tip gently in between Danaerys' breasts and then cut the string on her dress that connected it to her cape.

This and her next moves were more aggressive. Margaery cut the fabric down the front of Danaerys' dress. The fabric was a little thicker than she thought it was at first glance, but she had a sharp knife that only stopped about two or three times before it reached the bottom of the dress, leaving a cut straight down the length of Danarys' body.

Margaery leaned in to take it off, but Daenerys stopped her and gave her a gentle push back and gently took the knife from the Tyrell woman's hand. As the other woman stood up, Margaery listened in the dark, trying to get an image in her head of what the woman was doing. The first sound she heard was that of Danaerys' cape falling off her shoulders, then the sound of metal clanging against the wooden floor. Daenerys had thrown the knife away. Then, she heard the sound of fabric against bare skin and heard the fabric fall to the floor, making Margaery regret blowing out the candle, since that noise meant that Daenerys Taragaryan was now naked in front of her, probably with a smirk on her face as she approached Margaery and wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her deeply.

The kiss started out gentle like before, but as Margaery's hands explored the shorter woman's body, starting by cupping her firm ass, guiding there way up her back, taking in the warm, soft skin of the other woman... by the time Margaery took Daenerys ' head in her hands and tangled her fingers in her hair, it was the kiss of two sex-starved women who were about to fuck each other's brains out.

Margaery lifted Daenerys into her arms, turning over to the table. They knocked the candle aside, along with some other stuff that had been placed on it. Margaery kept her dress on. She wanted Daenerys to be the one to have the pleasure of taking it off. The two of them continued there hot makeout session, trying to memorize the curves of each others' bodies with their hands, Margaery clawing into the skin of Danaerys' arms as she guided herself down off the table and over the other woman's body, taking in her scent as she went along and her face was hovering over Danaerys' pussy, biting into the woman's thighs around it to excite her more.

When Margaery's open mouth made contact with the woman's clit, she was happy to feel that she was shaved. More women should do that more often. And she tasted just as heavenly as she smelled. Margaery ate Daenerys out like a woman on a mission. Which, she was. Margaery wanted the woman to miss this when they were done. She wanted Daenerys to want her around always to lick her and fuck her. Wanted Daenerys to need her sitting by her when she took the throne. There could be no doubt in her mind that Margaery was her queen. She needed to give Daenerys the best fuck of her life. Of course, she was also licking her so good because Daenerys was one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen, and the very thought of her made her want to touch herself, but she also kept in mind that there was a goal to be achieved here.

Judging by the sounds Daenerys was making, she was succeeding so far. While Margaery worked her magic, Daenerys played with her own nipples, feeling them harden in the palms of her hand as she felt Margaery's tongue up against her clit. In the darkness she heard the sounds of licking, sucking on her sex in between her own moans. As her climax came to her, she grabbed Margaery's head with her hands and legs. She looked down at the woman and knew that, even though she couldn't see it, Margaery was looking back at her as well as she ate her out.

"Oh, gods... OH MY...!" Daenerys threw her head back against the table as she came.

But, before it could completely finish, Margaery stood straight up and inserted two fingers into her lover. She wanted this to last. Margaery held Daenerys right leg up to rest on her shoulder as Margaery's fingers thrust in and out of her.

"OH, YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" Margaery heard Danaerys' voice as and reached up to grab her breast, finding a hand over it instead. She held on tight to the woman's hand and kept fucking her until she felt Danaerys' juices on her fingers. "OH! YES! FUCK YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Daenerys called through the dark through gritted teeth as her orgasm overtook her.

Margaery brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean before stepping over to Danaerys' side and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into another kiss before the woman could even come down from her orgasm.

After this, she reached down to Danaerys' pussy again. She wanted Daenerys to cum face to face with her as she kissed her nipples, collarbone, and neck. This time, she rubbed her hand over it, rubbing her clit rather than inserting her fingers. Daenerys craddled Margaery's head in her hands, like her face was a priceless treasure. Margaery's treatment of her pussy went from slow and gentle rubs, to quick and aggressive before Daenerys sat up and kissed her again. The kiss continued as Margaery inserted her fingers again. Not two this time, but three as they kissed and Daenerys moaned against the other woman's lips. She stood beside the woman on the table and pumped her fingers inside her just as before, kissing her deeply and only pulling away when she thought she could use some air. Near the end, Daenerys reached down and started rubbing her clit to help the orgasm along.

When she finally came again, Daenerys got up off the table and pushed the Tyrell woman back onto the bed, kissing her and tearing at the fabric of her dress all the way there. Margaery felt the back of her legs hit the bed and they fell back with Daenerys on top of her. She felt the woman's hands on her dress, feeling the back of her fingers on her nipples as Daenerys reached into her cleavage and pulled it apart, tearing a big enough hole for Margaery to just slide out of.

The two pulled off the dress and then cast it aside. Daenerys sat in Margaery's lap, allowing the woman to kiss and suck at her breasts before she laid the Targaryen back on the bed. Once again, she licked and sucked at Danaerys' pussy, a taste that would probably never get old to her, with added help from her finger thrusting inside her.

Margaery once again fell Danaerys' hand grab her hair, pulling against it as she heard her voice calling out in the dark. "Yes! YES! KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP!"

When Daenerys finally came for the third time, she knew it was past time to give Margaery the same treatment. She turned Margaery over and began sucking on the tits that she had so teased her with with the contant plunging necklines on her dressed. She bit at the skin around the woman's nipples, taking them in her mouth and sucking on her breasts, pulling her head away until the breast popped out of her mouth with a noticeable sucking sound. Margaery kissed her head and Daenerys slowly made her way down the other woman's naked body. She couldn't wait for the morning light to come through her window so she could see and admire the other woman's beauty.

Daenerys kissed her way down the other woman's body, gently, worshipfully. Every kiss showing just how much she desired this woman below her as she made her way down to her delicious pussy. And delicious it was, as Daenerys found out when she dove her tongue in. Her licks were more gentle than Margaerys. The way she would go down on a lover. Just like she treated all her women, even though there was no real romantic feelings between her and them, she still wanted to treat them as just that: lovers. Every woman she invited into her bed was treated as a person to be valued, rather than a possession to be used and tossed away.

Margaery seemed to like this treatment as she found it hard to keep quiet as Danaerys' tongue brushed against her clit. Sure, they were only trying so hard to begin with to be discreet, but they sure didn't want a guard to come knocking at the door asking if she was okay. Within a few minutes, Daenerys felt Margaery's juices pour over her tongue and felt Margaery's body shake as she came.

And it continued on like that through the night, with the two queens fucking each other over and over and over again, rarely stopping to take a break before first light crept up over the horizon and the two could finally see each others' sweat-covered bodies and admire each others' full beauty.

"I must say..." Daenerys said. "You drive a hard bargain."

"When I see something I want, or someone... I do my damndest to get it." Margaery said.

"Lucky me." Daenerys sat up in the bed.

"So, what do you think of my proposal?" Margaery asked.

Daenerys didn't answer right away. She stood up and walked over to her wardrobe, taking out a gown. Margaery watched her, feeling a bit worried and wondering if she sould get up as Daenerys walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

Daenerys stopped before opening the door. "Get dressed. I'm going to tell your crew that my... possible... future queen is going to be staying on my ship for the duration of the journey."

"Possible?" Margaery inquired.

"We'll be getting to know each other better these next few weeks." Daenerys left, leaving a smiling Margaery alone in the bedroom.