He is ecstatic the day he hears that she has accepted to marry him. She is his most beautiful dream, his she-wolf. The girl he has been in love with since he first saw her, wearing breeches and a dirty tunic, fighting with her brothers, matching every move with an astounding grace of her own.

She talked to him only after a few days of his arrival at Winterfell. Most of the time, she was with her brothers. Jon Snow, especially. The bastard son of the Lord of Winterfell.

She and Aegon talked about swords and fighting and King's Landing and the North, and that very night, laying in bed, Aegon realised he was very much in trouble. And in love.

He looks as the Warden of the North and his family come into view. He watches as Ned Stark unmounts from his horse and kneels before his father, the king. He sees Lady Catelyn, Robb Stark, Bran Stark and Rickon Stark. He smiles and bows but his eyes search for her face in the crowd. She comes out of the carriage finally, and Aegon decides he could look at her face all his life and never tire.

She kisses his father and mother on the cheek and comes to Aegon. He takes her hand and kisses it.

"Arya." He smiles.

"Aegon."

They hardly talk after she arrives. The whole castle gets busy taking care of the guests. As their parents decide to talk about wedding preparations, Aegon looks at Arya and asks her to come with him.

She takes his arm and walks with him.

"This is so unlike you," he comments.

"What is?"

"So silent. Are you nervous about the wedding?"

"Yes," she murmurs.

He turns around and takes her hands, kissing them.

"You do not have to. You are happy about this marriage, yes?"

"Yes," she says again.

"Good," he says, "I hope your family is having a good time here."

"Yes, I believe they are," she says.

"Isn't your sister coming?"

"She is. Lord Willas wrote they would arrive a couple days before the wedding."

"And your brother, Jon Snow? I haven't seen him. Isn't he coming? You seemed close."

Arya stills a moment before replying softly,

"He went to the Wall. He isn't coming back."

By the look on her face, Aegon decides to drop the subject. He takes her to his favourite spots in the castle. Arya is silent most of the way, but she smiles and Aegon thinks it's only because of nervousness, the same nervousness he feels.

As their wedding commences, Aegon takes her hands and looks at her clearly. Her long dark hair, pale face and the haunting grey eyes. And he truly believes that this union would be the happiest.

He enters their chambers. She is sitting on the edge of the bed. He closes the door and walks towards her. He lays a hand on her shoulder, but before he could advance, Arya looks at him and says,

"I must tell you something."

Aegon gently strokes her cheek.

"What is it, love?"

Arya looks him in the eye.

"This might come as a shock to you, My Prince, but I'm afraid I cannot share this bed with you unless I let this out of my heart." She takes a deep breath and continues, "I am no maiden, Aegon. I believe my father has told you otherwise, and I cannot blame him for it. He doesn't know. But you are my husband now, and it is your right to know about this."

Aegon watches her with wide eyes. Whenever he has thought of their wedding night, he imagined Arya coming to him as a maiden. He wanted to be her first. He knew it was wrong of her to keep him in the dark so long, but he cannot bring himself to blame her. He has known pleasure himself, being laid with a few women.

He takes Arya face in his hands and kisses her. As he lays her down on the bed and prepares to take her, Aegon realises that this girl, laying naked underneath him, hair ruffled and cheeks flushed, is one day going to be the death of him.

A couple of months pass, and Aegon falls more in love with Arya. She grows more accustomed to King's Landing, peforming her duties as the Lady wife of Aegon Targaryen, and also never losing her wolf-side. She duels with Aegon as much as she can, becoming as good a swordswoman as any other knight.

But this practice stops when one day she faints in the middle of a fight, and the Maester announces she is with child. Aegon takes care of her as if she is a fragile little flower, never leaving her side if he can help it.

The ravens arrive almost every week. The Wildings at the North of the Wall are attacking Castle Black. The Lord Commander Mormont asks for troops, and Rhaegar agrees, sending five hundred of the King's men.

One day though, the raven doesn't come for the King, instead it comes for Arya. As soon as Aegon tells her it is from Jon Snow, Arya runs to get it. Aegon calls behind her and asks her to be careful, but he doesn't think she hears his voice.

"I must go!" She shouts.

"It is not possible, Arya. You are carrying a child. You cannot travel."

"Aegon please!" She clasps his hands and he sees tears in her eyes. "He's injured, I must go to him!"

"Arya, there are other people. Your father. He'll visit him."

"No, you don't understand!" She shouts, pushing him away with her hands. "I will go to him! Nothing can stop me!"

"Arya," Aegon said, his anger slowly rising, "You will not go. It is your husband's command."

"Command?" Arya asked. "There is nothing in Westeros who can keep me away from Jon, Aegon. No power, no God, no man."

Aegon stands stunned at her declaration. Arya's voice sounds like a growl. She has never spoke to him like this. The way she spoke Jon's name made him uneasy. It sounded intimate.

"I will go, Aegon. You will not try to stop me, because you cannot. Either you arrange for me to go, or I ride there myself alone tomorrow."

He has to agree. He cannot bind her in chains. He arranges for twenty men to go with her, along with one of the Kingsguard. Arya leaves the next morning. She doesn't say to word to him, only stares and sits in the carriage, and doesn't even look back when the horses start to gallop.

His mother and father ask him why he let her go, with a Targaryen prince, his first-born, within her. Aegon doesn't answer.

For the first time, he revisits those moments he shared with Arya, and wonders whether they were just an illusion. An illusion to cover what her heart truly wants. Who she truly wants.

She comes back a fortnight later. As soon as she steps out of the carriage, Aegon notices the small bulge on her stomach, and a smile comes to his lips. But as he embraces her, he finds her numb in his arms. He looks at her face and she stares back. Her eyes look lifeless and her lip trembles, and Aegon understands what has happened.

Aegon watches as Arya caresses her belly, a hint of smile on her face. She hasn't spoken to him properly since her return. Not to anyone, actually, other than the usual greetings to his father and mother. She is lifeless, and lost and Aegon has no idea how he can heal her, when she won't even let him close.

She labours for one day. Her shouts echo the hall and Aegon clutches the chair he sits in. It is agony to hear her cries and not able to hold her. When they finally end, he rushes to the room.

"It is a boy, Your Highness," the midwife announces smiling.

Aegon's heart swells up with joy. He rushes to Arya's side. The baby smiles in her arms and she cuddles him close. Aegon leans in to look at his face. And he sees.

A fair boy with dark hair and dark grey eyes. He looks all wolf, every part of him. Aegon glances to his wife who is busy looking at her son. Aegon looks at her eyes and watches them shine. For the first time in months, Arya Stark is back.

"Can I hold him?" He asks softly.

Arya looks at him and nods. She gently puts the little bundle into his arms, and to Aegon the boy seems so different yet so familiar.

"Have you thought of a name?" He asks. The boy clasps his finger.

"Brandon. He is Brandon Targaryen."

It has been two months since the delivery and the Maester finally tells them both that they can be intimate again. Aegon is grateful and hopes now that Arya seems a bit more happy, the love between them can flourish again.

He enters the room and she is laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He walks over to her and sits at the edge of the bed, leaning in and stroking her cheek lightly. Arya's body trembles and she looks at him, as if she has just woken from a dream.

He closes in to kiss her but she sits up on the bed, slightly leaning away from his touch.

"What is it? Do you not want this?" Aegon asks.

Arya stands up and walks over to the window, facing away from him.

"I have already bore you a son, Aegon."

He approaches her and asks, his voice full of surprise,

"So what Arya? I do not want this so we can have a son. We are man and wife. I love you."

"I do not think I can...," her voice fades.

"I don't know what is wrong with you!" He shouts, turning her around to face him, "do you not love me Arya? These past months, we haven't even slept on the same bed. I let it go because you were not well. But what is it now?"

"I am not well now! I will never be well again!" She shouts back.

"It is not about being well, is it?" Aegon spits, anger surging through him like wildfire, "it is about that bastard! Ever since you came back, you've been a ghost. What if he died, Arya? Why should that affect us? Our marriage?"

Before Aegon could speak again, a small palm crashes across his face. Arya struggles against his hold and breaks free.

"It affects me, Aegon! You do not understand what he is to me! You never can!"

"Oh and what exactly is that? A brother who died? Or a lover? Do not think me foolish, Arya Stark. Or blind. I can see. Is Brandon really a Targaryen? Is it merely a coincidence his features are all Stark and not even one a Targaryen?"

"I have bore you a son, Prince Aegon. I have given you an heir. Brandon is a direwolf, he will always be one. He bears the Targaryen name, that is enough for proving him as one," Arya says and prepares to leave. But before exiting, turns once more and says, chin high,

"If you must know, yes, it has nothing to do with being well. I simply do not wish to share my bed with you, and you cannot force me to."

Aegon wants to take her in his arms, pull her to the bed and make love to her fiercely. But he doesn't. He is not that man. Both of them were walking on a fragile line that was almost about to break, and Aegon decided that if he couldn't tie it again, he would cut it off completely, and free both of them.

That night he takes a girl of twenty or so to his bed. Her eyes are blue, and hair blonde, and Aegon is glad. He doesn't want to remember his wife's grey eyes and dark hair.

As he is pounding inside of her, and closes his eyes, Arya's face comes to his mind. But he opens his eyes instantly, looking at the girl writhing beneath him. He doesn't close them again, neither sees those grey eyes.

Aegon and Arya never share a bed, but Aegon brings a girl almost every week. When he looks at Arya, he can tell she knows. Everyone knows, probably. He cannot buy every girl's silence. What pains him is not that she has to know, but that she seems indifferent to it. As if she doesn't care, and Aegon wonders again what he did wrong that she cannot love him, and what that bastard did right, that even after death, he still seems to own the whole of her.

As Brandon grows up, Aegon cannot be more sure of who his real father is. He and Aegon are not similar in even one way. He has Arya's eyes though, deep and compelling. Everything about him is Northern. And as days pass, Aegon sees more of the bastard's features in him. The sullen smiles, the dark unruly hair, the calm demeanor.

He sometimes thinks he should probably have her executed for adultery, have her son banished. He thinks he cannot let a bastard sit on the throne after him. A throne meant only for a true Targaryen.

But despite himself, Aegon cannot truly hate her. She still has his heart, as she always will. She may not be his wolf, but he is still her dragon.

He is in love with her, as he'll be until he takes his last breath.

A/N: I had originally planned to make this a one-shot, but after I reread it, I felt like there were some things that may not make sense. So the next chapter is Arya POV, and it will be *majorly* Jon/Arya, depicting what really happened between them.

Hope you enjoyed this. Please don't forget to review. Any kind of feedback is appreciated. And loved. :)