Hey Guys! This is my first serious fanfic. I keep writing, but I always forget to update so I think im going to set a date on when I should update. Maybe…Every Thursday? Idk what do you guys think? Anyway I hope you guys enjoy please Review!

Arya POV

Arya was getting ready in her tent as her and her men marched to kings landing. She took a steady look at herself and thought about the things that happened in the past seven years. Arya had been through things any girl should not have gone through at the age of two and ten, her brother, mother and father where now dead. Thanks to the Lannisters she thought. She was an excellent Braavosi waterdancer and she served the House of Black and White after a while, but then left because she found out that her two brothers and sister were alive. Bran was now the Lord of Winterfell after the Northerners took vengeance on the Bolton's and House Stark was given the North back. Daenerys Targaryen also took what was hers with fire and blood but mostly with fire as she had three dragons by her side. When she returned to Winterfell from The House of Black and White she found out that Jon was never her brother but her cousin, he was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark so that meant that he was the nephew of Daenerys which makes him Heir to the Iron throne. Aegon Targaryen was also found and served in the war. Arya wasn't fond of Aegon as he was one of her suitors.

*Flashback*

"You asked for me Bran?" Arya said as she entered the small room

"Yes. Please take a seat I have to discuss something with you."

Arya eyed him suspiciously and took a seat. No one talked and she could feel the tension rising.

"Why have you asked me here Bran? Hopefully nothing bad I just came back." She said with an annoyed tone

"Well I got a letter from Daenerys Targaryen." He said looking out in the window.

"What did she want?" She asked

"She said it would be best if we join our houses and marry you to Aegon." He said softly

Arya felt the anger rising. He knew I do not want to marry. Why is he telling me this?

"Even when we were kids Bran you knew I do not want to marry. You knew I was not like Sansa who dreamed of knights and princes. Why are you telling me this?" Arya said rising up angry.

Bran finally turned around and faced her. He looks older from the last time she saw him, his jaw is more chiseled and his shoulders where broad.

"I think it's a good Idea Arya. Winterfell is running low on food and men. Plea"

"Why Me! Why not Sansa? She's more beautiful than me. I'm Arya horseface" Arya said cutting in remembering the childhood nickname that Jeyne Poole and Sansa made up.

"Sansa is promised to another. She's promised to Sandor Clegane." He said

Arya looked at him as if he was mad. How can Sansa beautiful Sansa be in love with an ugly dog. "Are you serious?! Her Betrothed is The Hound." Arya had thought he had died but it seems he hadn't.

"Yes. Please Arya. Do this for Winterfell." Bran said with pleading eyes

Arya thought about it. It can't be to too bad. He will never touch me he can fuck a whore to have an heir.

"Fine... For Winterfell" she said with a bit of annoyance in her tone.

"Thank you sister." He said with a smile plastered on his face.

She nodded and left. For Winterfell.

*End of Flashback*

Arya sighed as she took a quick look of herself one last time before she would meet Aegon. Her dress was blue and simple, her hair was tied into a braid. This was the northern style she thought. She was about to sneak a blade into the dress but then someone had entered her tent.

"Arya are you. Wow you look beautiful." Arya turned around and saw Sansa staring at her with awe.

"No I don't. Anyway why are you here?" she said looking at her sister which looked more beautiful than ever in her pink dress.

"I'm here to tell you it's time." Sansa said sensing her sister's annoyance she turned around and headed out.

"Why him?" Arya asked. Making Sansa stop to turn and face her.

"I beg your pardon?" Sansa asked with a confused look.

"Why Sandor, why the hound. Why didn't you just choose Loras or a Martell why did it have to be him…?" Arya said sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Sansa smiled and sat down with her. "I love him Arya and he loves me. He takes good care of me and would do anything for me. He might not be as handsome as Joffrey or Loras but he has a pure heart and loves me."

"Joffrey's as pretty as a squirrel." She said making a small smile.

"And a big baby" Sansa said laughing.

The tent fell silent and Sansa got up once more and started to walk out, but she turned around and said "I hope one day you will learn to love Arya and then you will know how special it is." Sansa gave a small smile and walked out.

Aegon POV

Aegon had heard tales of the infamous she-wolf. The Stark girl was to marry him, Im basically going to be marrying a wildling he thought. People would say that she looked like her Aunt Lyanna and some would say that she was wild and cannot be tamed. Whatever the rumors were he had to see for himself.

It was dawn when he was told by his brother Jon that they were almost here. Aegon knew Jon and Arya where close. Too close. He got changed into one of his finest clothes. Black and red... Targaryen colors. He walked out and stood with his aunt and Jon in front of the castle where they would be expecting them. When he saw the doors where opening he saw the northern men with their horses. The northerners look more fit and strong than the men they had at red keep. Aegon then saw a boy (almost man grown) and Old griff whispered in his ear and said "that's Arya Stark's brother, Rickon. He is as wild as Arya and can fight as well as her too." Rickon had favored the Tully look, with his auburn curls and brown/blue eyes he was fit just like the northern men. A lady followed him after that.

"That's lady Sansa who is betrothed to Sandor Clegane and Arya Stark's sister." Old girff whispered

There was no doubt that Lady Sansa was pretty she too had favored the Tully look with her long auburn hair and her bright blue eyes. Lady Sansa smiled at him and he smiled back. But his mouth slightly opened when he saw who came in after her. The lady was very beautiful and he was instantly attracted to her, her hair was in a braid and she wore a long blue dress.

"And now that is lady Arya you're betrothed." Old griff said following a chuckle. "Ha they weren't wrong... She does look like Lyanna."

Aegon did a double take at the goddess standing across him. No. this can't be the she-wolf, people described her as a hideous monster. Arya instantly jumped off her horse and ran to Jon. Aegon couldn't help but smirk unladylike. She jumped into Jon's arms and hugged him as tight as she could. They stayed like that for a couple of seconds until Daenerys cleared her throat. Arya pulled away from her and Jon's embrace and stared at Daenerys.

"I welcome you Lady Arya, Lady Sansa and Lord Rickon of house stark." Daenerys was suddenly cut off when she saw three beasts walking through the doors.

Old girff leaned in and whispered "ahh. I almost forgot the dire wolves. The sigil of house stark and their pets." Aegon was terrified as he saw the dire wolves walk to their masters. They were two times the size of a normal dog. Aegon knew his brother had one, but he hadn't seen it yet, because it was up north a castle black.

"Do not worry your grace. They will not hurt you unless. We command them to. Please carry on." Arya said petting her direwolf

Daenerys jumped back to her senses and continued speaking, but still looked scared. "As I was saying we welcome you and we ask you join us to a feast."

"Please lead the way." Arya said with a soft smile

The squires helped the men with their horses as the northerners followed Daenerys to the hall where the feast will be held. As soon as they entered the hall they began the feast. During the feast Aegon stared at Lady Arya, he knew it was creeping her out because she didn't look at him once and every time she did look at him she would quickly turn away. Many people danced with Lady Arya and it would make his blood boil every time he saw them get close.

"Go on child. Go dance with her." Old griff said wiping his mouth with the cloth.

"I want to but I do not know how." He said looking at the old man. Old griff had been his companion and had taught him everything he needed to know when he would become King.

"Well that's simple. Go up to her and ask her for a dance." He said quite amused

"Fine... I'll be right back." Aegon rose up from the chair and walked towards the beautiful woman. She was still dancing with a knight that looked to old and smelled of wine.

"May I have this dance? My lady" she looked at him expressionless. All the eyes where turned on them now and Aegon had felt embarrassed, because Daenerys had snorted and returned to drinking her wine.

She hesitated but nodded in agreement. "Just this one because I am quite tired and might retire for the night. Aegon smiled but he was a bit annoyed. Why is she avoiding me, I am to become her betrothed.

"That is fine. My lady" he offered his hand to her and she took it and they began to sway.

Halfway during the dance Aegon leaned in and whispered into her ear "You do know that I am to become your husband. It is not very kind of you to ignore your future husband especially since he one of the most handsome men in westeros." He said giving her a smirk. Lady Arya pulled back from him and looked at him with those sparkling grey eyes, Stark Eyes he thought. If she wasn't angry when he had asked her to dance she was sure as hell angry now.

"I am not some doll you can toy WITH!" she said clearly angry and now all the eyes where turned to her. Coming back to her senses, they once again began to dance.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to offend you... I just... I just thought that we might want to get to know each other and I mean. It would be best if we spent some time together before the wedding. I'm not as bad as you think." Aegon said fumbling with words.

"I'll think about it. It's getting late. I feel tired. I am going to retire for the night." She said as she said farewell and thanked Daenerys

"You are welcome. Aegon!" Aegon turned around and looked at Daenerys who was calling his name. "Could you please escort Lady Arya to her chambers?" Aegon smirked as well as Daenerys. He would remember to thank Dany when he gets the chance.

"Of course. Come along My lady." Aegon said smirking

"No. Your grace I will be fine to find my own way." Arya said quickly

"Please Lady Arya. It is late. I insist." Daenerys said taking a sip from her goblet.

Arya simply nodded and looked at Aegon annoyed. They exited the hall closing the doors behind them.

They walked for a couple of minutes in silence and then they were being followed by her direwolf. "Does she follow you all the time?" Aegon said breaking the silence.

"No not all the time. Sometimes she joins other wolf packs." She said looking down on the floor.

"What's her name?" he asked looking at the wolf.

"Nymeria. I named her after Nymeria of Dorne, the warrior-queen" she said looking at the direwolf.

"Can I pet her?" he asked finally stopping at the door of her chamber.

"Sure if you want to die." She looked at him with her big stark eyes, he smiled at her while looking intensely. "Thank you. I'm sorry for shouting at you back at the hall… Goodnight Prince Aegon" She had meant this as an apology but he knew she did not mean it, and he did not understand why she hated him so much. Aegon was annoyed now letting his temper overpower him so as she was about to close the door he pushed the door back open and went inside. He was determined why a beautiful girl like her would reject him.