A/N: Arya is old enough to be married, and must choose her mate.
Eragon. The name stuck in Arya's mind. Her mother, Islanzadi, had told her that she was now old enough to choose a mate, but she couldn't stop thinking about Eragon. Someone knocked on her chamber door, pulling her mind away from the Dragon Rider.
"Arya Drottningu, Queen Islanzadi wishes to speak with you," An elf said. Arya stood and made her way through Ellesmera to her mothers chamber.
"Ah, Arya. Have you thought about who it is you will be wed too?" Islanzadi said as Arya entered her quarters.
Arya sighed and took a deep breath. "Yes mother. Eragon Shadeslayer."
The queen nodded as if she expected the answer. "He is with Oromis now. Go now, daughter. Let me rest." Arya bowed and left.
"Yes! Brilliant, Eragon!" Oromis exclaimed. Eragon had finally completed in making a fairth. It was simple: a portrait of Carvahal before Eragon and Brom had set out for the Varden.
"Thank you, Master."
Indeed, it is. Saphira said.
Oromis stood and led Eragon outside as Glaedr and Saphira landed on the ridge. Saphira's eyes shone with happiness. Saphira is making much progress. I am most impressed. Glaedr said.
Thank you, Master. Saphira said as Arya emerged from the trees. They greeted each other, and Arya said "My mother wishes to speak to you."
Eragon looked at Oromis. He nodded permission. Eragon and Arya climbed on Saphira, and they took off to the queen. As they approached, they heard bells ringing. I wonder what would cause the bells to ring. Saphira said as they were led to the queens chamber. Arya was waiting for them. Together, they entered the queens quarters. They greeted each other, and Islanzadi explained everything to Eragon. "Arya is now old enough to be wed." Eragon blushed slightly as he realized why he was here. "Arya has chosen you, Eragon Shadeslayer, to be her mate. Do you accept this offer?"
"It would be my pleasure." Eragon said and glanced at Arya. Her face showed no emotion.
"Go now. Leave me to my rest." She said with a wave of her hand. Eragon, Arya and Saphira left the queen. As they walked into the forest, Eragon asked "Arya, is what your mother . . ." Arya threw her arms around Eragons neck and kissed him, stopping him mid-sentence. "I have waited years to do that." She said.
"As have I." Eragon smiled. Saphira growled and released a small jet of flames. Come, young ones. We have much to do. Together, they climbed onto Saphira, and they took to the skies.