Stargaryen / Danarya Headcanons

Arya watches from the shadows as her Queen skillfully manipulates the men and women of power in their realm. Just as skillfully as did Arya when they’d first met. Not that Arya knew it at the time, just as these arrogant Lords and Ladies failed to realize how intentional her Queen was. All they say was what her Queen wanted them to see. Arya felt her lips pull down in the barest hint of a grimace. Sometimes what her Queen wanted the sheep to see was something that was the Wolf’s alone. Her Queen knew that Arya guarded what was hers with a jealousy equal to a dragon’s.
So it was no surprise, to Daenerys at least, when her passionate wolf drew the spare blade from her side and hurled it point first at Tomen Sparr’s head. The man barely avoided the thrown weapon, an impressive feat given how intently he’d been staring at Daenerys’ scantily clad breasts. Arya’s husky voice called out excitedly, like a child given an unexpected gift. “I accept Lord Sparr, a duel to the death it is!”
The minor Lord sputtered as the thin rapier swayed gently in front of him, point buried firmly in the table he sat at. The Queen’s Wolf acted immediately, not waiting for him to gather his wits. If asked, she would have calmly said she didn’t have all week for him to gather such small things. Arya bounded out of the shadows behind her Queen’s throne, a single leap easily landing her on the broad wooden table. She moved without looking between the dishes placed upon it, intently aimed towards Tomen Sparr just as her rapier had been. Her arm swished and it was only Gordar Rhysling’s quick action that saved Tomen. Gordar had been sat next to Sparr all evening and, having been a survivor of prior royal dinners, had known that entertainment was imminent. But what was entertain about watching a man lose his life in one stroke? Nothing, thought Gordar, which is exactly why he’d pushed Tomen out of the way. A thought he strongly suspected the Queen’s Wolf shared given the quick wink she sent his way.
Gordar was extremely happy with his choice as Tomen’s desperate fight for survival was entertaining indeed. Not that the minor Lord was any match for the Queen’s Wolf. But then, no man alive was and many whispered no man dead either. Gordar, having been at the Battle of Winter’s End was among those who whispered such. But Arya Stark was a good sort and a joy to behold when she was enjoying herself with her blade and her jealousy. The two battled back and forth atop the table. Tomen looked more like a child flailing wildly in desperate hopes of outrunning death. The Wolf, in contrast, looked like an acrobat dancing to entice a lover.
Gordar glanced subtly at the Queen. Daenerys’ face was astoundingly neutral as she watched her lover’s battle, save for the slight bite of her lip. How the woman managed to stay so straight faced was a true mystery. Atop the table the fight was winding down, Tomen’s energy depleted even as Arya still bounced around him.
“Haji lekhaan, anna ver.” The steady voice of the Queen echoes through the room. Arya’s rapier stops, mere breaths away from the neck of Tomen Sparr. The Wolf is still, breathless, eyes rapidly darkening.
“Oh Dany,” the Wolf breaths, “that’s Dothraki.”
As one the gathered Lords and Ladies stand and make their way to the doors, a smirking Gordar easily pulling the limp exhausted form of Tomen Sparr in his wake. Over the sound of Tomen’s babbling confusion about still being alive Gordar can hear the frantic kissing of the Wolf and her Queen.

Right, should share this here too. I head canon Dany calling Arya ‘puppy’. I headcanon both of them being super possessive of the other. Not in a ‘jealous and think you’ll dump me’ way but a ‘this is mine, you can’t have it, you can’t even look at it because she said she was mine and I’m hers’ way.

I’m also noticing a trend for Arya to be (protestingly) made a ruler due to being a good leader.  I like this trend.