AN:Omg why did i write this? i'm blaming 7treasure for her awesome story! But they would be a funny couple. the worst mr and . anywhoos! try to enjoy i have no real idea where this is going but i think it might be kinda Taming of the Shrew/ 10 days to lose a man...because i'm lame like that. THese are not my characters but the great and Powerful GRRM! SO ENJOY AND REVIEW!

Chapter 1:

Westeros was slowly inching towards peace. It was that feeling after war that all was settled. Promises were made to one another and wrongs of the past were left there. By the end of the war spring was returning to the land which caused many to be thankful above all else. It was as though nature was resolving with man. It was moment where all was forgiven and warm relieved smiles are shared.

Queen Daenerys had won many to her plight with her Targareon beauty and dragons. They were the most important element to her rule. They were her legitimacy. She could have easily taken the thrown first but instead she had gone to the night's watch first where she and her dragons held off the wights and won the respect of the wildlings ensuring that new treaties would be made when she came into her rule. It was all rather political and well thought out. Even how she wore her hair. She had lived with the Dorthraki who wore braids for their victories but so had her ancestor Visenya, the sister wife of Aegon the Conqueror.

Arya was one of the last to be received by the silver queen. Waiting in a corridor out side the castle's court. Unlike the Lannisters, Daenerys liked to address her subjects individually, it was a way to keep matters private as well as make any political attacks subdued. Arya tapped her foot on the ground with agitation. She had rode for two months to come to Kings Landing as a voice for her family. Her brother Bran was sending her as an envoy. She did not come alone , of course she had brought almost forty men with her, all proven fighters and all loyal to either house Stark or house Tully.

She had only been to Winterfell for a short time, it's ruin had almost crushed her. She thought of nicer things like how Rickon had ran to her with Shaggy dog at his heels, how he had grown, he was now one and ten soon to be a man, a strong man like Robb, like their father. Bran was crippled but from it he had gained a wisdom that did not come from anything practiced but from his own sort of inner strength. She had not seen Sansa yet and she wasn't quite sure if she could face her. That would be her next mission she supposed. To speak with the new lady of the Vale.

Nymeria rubbed up against her shoulder, a comfort as well as a way to bring her back to the present. Nymeria, usually choosing to stay reclusive in the outdoors like her mistress, had chosen to accompany her into the castle, snarling at any that would try to separate them. She was about to formally pledge fealty to the Queen of Westeros and give her the list of conditions, she needed Nymeria. Bran had not agreed with them all saying that they were asking too much and now looking at the list, she wondered if it were true. She had little time to consider it further as a dark man beckoned her to the court.

Arya stood up and was about to brush the fur off of her pants and tunic but then decided against it. She was more wolf than girl and this new queen should know. Looking to Nymeria , both wolves walked past the man and into the court before he could protest.

Queen Deanerys sat comfortably in her throne, wearing a dress of white, of peace and neutrality, hardly bother by the massive direwolf in her court. Arya was again impressed by her cunning political mind.

"Of house Stark, Lady Arya Stark has come to pledge fealty on behalf of her family."

Arya stood tall and bowed low, as was expected of her though she wanted to strangle the man who had just called her a lady.

"Rise." The queen said. It was a gentle voice, not quite fitting of a conquerer. From what Arya had heard this silver queen was very fond of her brother Jon, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. She hadn't seen Jon for two years and when she saw him last she thought she had seen the ghost of her father. All tall and strong, his faced lined with manly concerns. If he trusted this queen then so would she. As if reading her mind, Daenerys Targareon smiled at her.

"Thank-you for risking this long journey to come to me on behalf of your kin. Your bravery is honoured." Arya bit her tongue and her retort. There was nothing to be afraid of on the King's road now. Like her brother Jon; the child Arya had been killed by the Night Wolf. The King's Road should fear her.

"Thank-you, Your Grace."

The queen stood up then and looked down on Arya as only a queen could.

"Do you promise in the light of the seven, the red god and the old gods to uphold the word of your regency, the rule of the realms?"

"I do."

"Do promise to honour the wishes and commands of your queen?"

"I do."

"Do promise to fight against treason as best you can for the realm?"

"I do."

"Then rise Lady Stark a beloved citizen of the realm."

Deanerys turned to go back to her throne as Arya stood. This was her time.

"Your grace," Deanerys raised and eyebrow as way of showing her intrigue in what kept Arya still in her throne room, "I have been sent by my family as an envoy to instill that you uphold certain justices as Crown Regent." The queen smiled and Arya wondered if her words were to biting; diplomacy did not come easily to her. When Deanerys did not speak Arya did.

" I have come to ask that my marriage to Ramsey Bolton be annulled and that my brother Brandon Stark be named king of the North. I ask that the Lannisters be made to pay the dept they owe to my family, and that my father should be memorialized and that he is renounced as a traitor."

Queen Deanerys looked at her for some time, thinking about what was said. Arya stood her ground.

"Your demands shall be met."

"Thank-you, Your Grace." Arya bowed again and turned on her heels.

"Ah, Lady Stark, we are not finished. I have something to request of you." This did not sound promising, perhaps she had grasped for too much. She could hear in the queen's voice that she would not be denied. Arya turned back to her, slightly embarrassed that she was being made to return like a young and foolish child who had not yet finished their lessons. She knew that the queen had meant to teach her a lesson. She supposed that it was for the best a queen can not be demanded upon. She looked at Arya with a warmth about her, like a mother looks at a child even further embarrassing the little wolf.

" Lady Stark, my nephew has just been named the Lord of Dragonstone and in good time his children will be made heirs to the Iron throne." She paused for effect letting her words reach Arya. Arya had remembered hearing how Deanerys had pledged herself to never take a husband and refused to sire any children, as she was already the Mother of Dragons. She had thought up her entire legacy without any spin-doctors and Arya had to admit that this woman was highly qualified as a regent. Nonetheless she did not like at all where this was going. Nymeria stopped her panting and stilled beside her.

"You brothers had voiced their concern of what would become of you. Lord Brandon Stark has written to me requesting that you be suitably matched. I have personally taken charge of this request and find that you would be well matched with Lord Aegon of Dragonstone." Her voice was filled with authority even as she looked at her little scribe to insure the young and exotic girl continued to write it all down.

Arya had had the rug pulled from underneath her own feet by her own kin. She looked at the queen's advisors for perhaps some guidance for herself but they were only glorified statues. Her confidence had faltered and now all she wanted to do was run as she was told her fate. She was going to wedded and bedded. Could she really refuse a queen though?

"You grace, my brothers…"

"Only want your happiness. Your brother Jon has agreed that you and my nephew would be a good match."

When Arya didn't speak she continued.

"You are of a very prominent family, Arya and leaving you unwed will only bring up more tension. A quick marriage will save you from much in the future." Arya could see that the queen was trying to be gentle but how could she be gentle when she was trying to trap Arya in a political marriage. She had just pledged her fealty and was now to give up everything. She had hoped maybe to be taken on as a strategist or perhaps given a holdfast, she could easily train men the many fighting skills she had acquired, her military mind was rather sharp. A voice in the back of her head teased her for her foolishness. Ladies are not needed for their brains but for the thing between their legs.

What Arya did next was hardly the right choice and pathetically undignified but it was either run of start to cry before the queen of all the Seven Kingdoms. So she ran, ignoring the man at the door who let out an indignant cry as she and Nymeria rushed by. She kept running until the corridor ended in a balcony. A man in all black stood there and turned at the slapping of leather boots on sandstone. She halted and walked purposefully towards him, her hands held into tight fists and she had no care that her face had tears on it.

"You backstabbing cunt!" she growled as she landing a hard punch to her brother's chest. He didn't argue it. He knew this would happen. She knew that he must have said something to the queen that led to her arranged marriage. He saw to it the Bran agreed to get Arya to the capital, to make some useless speech only so she could be told she was to be wifed. She pushed him for good measure.

"You may command your men on the wall but do not ever fucking assume that I will be commanded! Not by you nor Bran nor some stupid prick husband!" she shouted at him.

He wrapped his arms around her, constraining her arms to his chest and making beat him up all the more difficult. She fumed as she was forced to give up her attack on her all too reasonable brother.

"Arya. The queen is doing us a favour-"

"What? You think I'm unmarriageable? I can marry who ever the fuck I want!" she shouted. He should have known she would react like this, he was her closest brother, he was supposed to understand her much better.

"I'm sure you could. But Arya, this is a good offer. Aegon is young and has spent his life away from Westeros. By marrying you it would be as though the realm is embracing him and the old war is forgiven. You will be the second most powerful woman in all of Westeros." He whispered to her as he stroked her hair, as her father had done so long ago. She pulled away to look at him.

"Do you think that any of these politics matter to me?" She ventured incredulously looking at grey eyes that matched hers, searching for some comfort but settled for steeled authority, a looked her brother had taken to since he had joined the night's watch and became Lord Commander.

"You should. This marriage will give you freedom that most women can never hope for. I personally helped choose him from other options-"

"But you didn't think about letting me sit in on these meetings. I'm not something to be haggled. I thought as my brother you would understand." She pushed against him and stormed off to her designated quarters but then turned around, deciding to go to the woods. Perhaps she could avoid the marriage by just avoiding the people that wanted her married.

Nymeria was looking at her with that primal knowledge that was so haunting. The both of them had a death count so big for two so small. Well… one of them was small. Nymeria was huge her grey-brown fur spiked out in every which way with spring in the air Nymeria's coat was shedding everywhere she was sure that a pile of fur was discarded in the Throne's room.

"Come on let's go hunting."