Arya sighed as the sun's bright morning rays fell upon her bed waking her from a restless night of sleep. Even if she couldn't admit this to herself right now last night had given her a ray of hope that perhaps she was wrong to believe that everything was out of her reach. Yet, she couldn't shake the fact that she still didn't have the whole picture in front of her to understand what she had learned yesterday, but she wanted to find it soon. Why had she promised to not leave? She found herself questioning that countless times, with no answer to give. Deep down she knew it in her heart was because she couldn't live without any of this, but the thoughts in her head told her to go. There had been no resolution from the first meeting last morning, and more questions to be answered. Those questions, she knew, wouldn't be answered if she just laid in bed.

At least she knew that at this time of the morning most of those whom were out on the beach last night would be sleeping, so that she wouldn't have to answer if they had seen her sprinting through the castle crying. The thought sobered her that anyone would have witnessed that, let alone ask her why. Answers, it all boiled down to answers and she was going to have some of those today, else the promise she gave would be broken. She wouldn't stay anywhere where she would be lied to anymore, it was time for her to get what she needed. Quietly she made her way down the tower hearing only the quiet chatter of the staff as they went about getting the day underway.

"ah, little wolves are up early this morning. I would have thought you would be off in slumber land having spent the night on the beach." Rhaegar appeared from the doorway of the breakfast room with a smile that faltered seeing her face. He motioned for her to step into the room with a soft sigh, cradling a mug of tea in his hands. She nodded silently tucking the loose strands of long hair that escaped from her ponytail back against her ear. The scent of breakfast filled the room with tempting smells, making her stomach grumble in hunger.

"Eat, little wolf. Can't have you wasting away on us, not like you would but you ate so little last night.". He motioned to the side board that held some food prepared by the staff. "Eat, and tell me what is going on. I haven't heard anyone else up and about so I think it's safe.".

After she piled some of the items on the plate before sitting down across from Rhaegar with a little sigh upon her lips. How did she start to explain everything that has been going on without sounding like a child?

"I'm sure by now someone here has told you about how I arrived a day early, which I will say I did apologize and offer to head over to King's Landing to find out about Sansa's wedding.". She smiled sadly, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. His hand reached out to grasp one of hers lightly squeezing for support.

"Sam told me last evening, yes. You know that you have never been an imposition here, you wouldn't have had to leave. This is as much as your home as Winterfell, always remember that.". He sipped the tea carefully watching her gray eyes dance from the unshod tears, silently wondering what his son has done now. "Go on.".

Arya stared down at the plate for several seconds trying to remember everything that happened yesterday morning. The images of the blond coming through the garden to stand before her rose before her, threatening to overwhelm her.

"So then you know of my meeting his girlfriend then, or is she more? I wasn't sure really because she made it out to be more serious and the only thing that he said in the whole time, was to say I was early. Beony is her name, right? Told me that I should probably go visit my family since I had been gone for so long, and this wasn't my home. I have seen the newspapers, so it wasn't a shock to see them together, but for her to tell me I think was. I had really considered going to visit Winterfell, but I remembered that my parents are off traveling, and I don't want to even think about what is going on up there without parental guidance." She quietly spoke, glancing up only a few times to measure her uncles reactions, his frowns giving her the push to keep on telling what she recalled.

"After I left the garden last night, what did you two speak about in regards to the situation yesterday morning?", He hadn't stayed to over hear what they had talked about because his sister spotted him before he had her and called him over to talk. He had been curious because the supper that followed was awkward and full of glances when one wasn't looking at another. He had hoped that they may have spoken after supper, but it seems as if that didn't happen.

"He alluded that he had been seeing her, but that it was a long story and greatly exaggerated, but that if I wanted the whole story to just ask. So, I'm not sure if that means he's seeing her still but it's not serious, or that he's not with her anymore.". She glanced in his direction, arching a brow in question. Her uncle gave her a glance before he started to laugh softly, rousing a frown upon her face as the sound.

"From what I have been told was that after Sam escorted you into the castle proper they had some sort of discussion about something you said, which I was never told of and that she left after a while, upset. I don't generally pry into my son't affairs so I couldn't tell you what he said, that you may want to ask him about.", He smiled tenderly at the girl, his eyes watching carefully.

"Now, I won't pry into yours, but I have heard that you lived like a septa in Braavos, carefully going about your classes and doing all that was expected you... and more after learning about Lys,". He quipped, lips twitching into a grin, "But, I've also heard that you had several suitors whom were interested in you, but you chose to not take any up on their offers. Why was that? The lord of Starfall is quite the catch, I've heard, and talented it seems in the fencing world.".

She glanced up quickly, a slight blush forming on the apples of her cheeks as her own lips stretched into a grin.

"Ned? Goodness, No. I mean, he is nice and a good friend but I wouldn't have been happy, for he is too nice and I would have run roughshod over him before he knew it. He didn't believe me, of course when I turned him down and told him just that. Either way, he and I became friends, and explored the city, that is all. There were others whom tried, of course, but I was always honest that I wasn't interested just so that no one believed I was leading them on.". She explained simply.

Rhaegar nodded in understanding at her explanations and found them to be truthful, for Daenerys had filled him in on her time away. While his son had been out trying to forget everything, she had just been trying to survive enough to return. If he could just shake them enough, maybe they would actually understand just how much they need each other. Only the Gods could help them now, he thought as he caught a movement in the doorway. He really didn't even have to turn his head to know who stood listening to the conversation. He breathed a soft thank you up above as this was the answer he had been looking for. It was past time for these two to have the conversation they were having with everyone else, to be with each other.

"It's past time that I get going if I want to make my meetings before I head back home. You keep your chin up, and things will work out for the best. This is your home now, too. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, little wolf.". He said softly leaning in to kiss the top of her head before turning to leave the room, but not before giving his son a look. He noted that Jon looked as tired as Arya did, but he chose to not comment before closing the doors behind him.

Jon quietly locked the breakfast room doors so that no one would enter as he wanted to have a long overdue conversation with the woman before him.

"What are you doing here?". She asked quietly, keeping her gaze lowered nervously. She had known it was him the moment he entered, once upon a time she had memorized the way he walked when she would follow him in the halls of Winterfell, and it seems they hadn't changed much.

When he didn't answer she finally looked up finding him standing across the room watching her intently.

"Come with me,". He finally spoke looking at her as he held out one hand for her to take, "I'd like to take you someplace that we could talk, without interruption. It's time that we had the conversation that should have happened a long time ago.".

Her heart began to thump against the cage of her ribs as she heard his words. Had he decided after last night that she wasn't worth the trouble and would rather have the blond woman on his arm now that he had time to think it over. Her eyes widened in panic as she looked to his outstretched hand waiting for her to move.

Jon's eyes widened as she made no move to take it, then disappointment began to surface as she made no move to take his hand. After several seconds he sighed and withdrew it letting it lower to his side and nodding.

"Very well then,". He whispered softly as his gaze lowered turning away from her, opening the door to leave the room as quietly as he had arrived several minutes earlier.

Just as he disappeared from view he could hear the soft whisper of feet behind him as a soft body barreled into his, arms quickly wrapping around his midsection as if to keep him for leaving. The only sound coming from the woman was the sound of her breathing as her body trembled against his back.

"Come here little wolf, it will be okay,". He whispered, pulling her from behind him gently as her arms fought to keep the proximity of his body close to hers, the trembling building in her frame as her eyes were tightly closed tears spilling down her lashes. "Hush my love, nothing is that bad that you have to close yourself off like this.". He whispered near her ear, his lips planting kisses along her cheeks breathing in her scent as they stood close. His eyes glanced up realizing that they were in the hall he sighed before scooping her up into his arms gently, cradling the shaking form tenderly.


Several hours later Arya rolled over in bed stretching as she began to wake from her slumber, frowning sleepily as the warmth that had been next to her shifted on the mattress gently. Since when did Nymeria sleep in the bed next to her, was the first thought she had but a deep male chuckle caused her to stiffen in panic.

"I was wondering when You would wake up, little wolf." Came an amused voice from beside her, arms pulling her back against a naked, warm muscled chest that rumbled from the chuckle earlier. She didn't have to open her eyes to know who was speaking, and soon she began to remember what occurred earlier in the morning. She sighed softly and began to feel embarrassed that she had fallen apart the moment he had tried to speak to her.

Jon watched as the woman in his arms began to stir awake slowly, her eyes still closed as if she was trying to figure out where she was. She knew, he mused, but she was trying to tell herself that this must be a dream.

When he had brought her up to his tower bedroom from the hall after crying herself to sleep with his name of her lips, he knew he had won. She didn't have to tell him how she felt, he knew now. Had she not came after him, well he didn't know what he would have done. Left, most likely to lick his wounds and assure himself that this was for the best. Yet, when her body crashed into his, the hope he once had soared but was quickly tempered. He wanted to ask her, but he would wait and bide his time. The time for questions would be soon, but for now he was content to watch her sleep.

He knew once she realized that she was almost as bare as he was, there would be hell to pay. Later, he would claim to be no gentleman when it came to her because he wasn't. Once he carried her up to the tower, he gently stripped her of the tear stained shirt and bottoms for sleeping in your clothing wasn't comfortable, to him at least. He was smart enough to leave on her underclothes, but that was just enough to drive him mad.

The moment his eyes fell upon the scrap of red lace that covered twin globes topped with pale rose areola's, he almost forgot himself. There had been one memory that still plagued his nights was the feel of her hardened nipples against his mouth and that lovely silver corset that pushed them up to tempt him. He had went to bed last night dreaming of Arya painted as she described from her lessons, dancing for him all naked and gleaming. She had not lied when telling the girls that she was bare everywhere, his eyes fell upon that mere scrap of fabric that separated his eyes from seeing her bare made his cock twitch painfully. His fingers brushed against the skin below coming close to sliding one digit into her warmth but he stopped hearing her soft whimper. No, he wouldn't be that callous to take without her giving him leave to do so. So he eventually stripped himself of his clothing save his own underclothing, pulling the sleeping girl against his chest and drifted back off to sleep.

"Are you suddenly shy now little wolf?... because your cheeks are red as an apples. Come, open your beautiful eyes so that I can see them.". He whispered in her ear gently, fingertips brushing down the length of her silky tresses that were spread over the pillow below her. She would make him pay for this, he knew but right now he didn't care. She was here in his room alone and they would not leave until this was settled, once and for all.

Her lashes parted as she finally opened her eyes to peer up at him, feeling her cheeks warm from the blush that had settled there permanently. His voice had caused her body to shift slightly closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest causing each others breath to hitch, skin contacting skin. The fact that she could feel him easily made her still, glancing down to find herself quite bare to his dark eyes.

"Why am I in your bed, and almost nude?". She asked the uncertainty in her voice apparent, confusion clouding her features as her eyes swept around the large room that she found herself in, alone with the dragon prince for the first time in a long time. The last thing she remembered was his hand reaching out to her, trying to get her to go with him to talk but she had frozen in fear. No, she recalled, it wasn't fear but panic that he was going to tell her that everything was a mistake. Tears again welled in her eyes at the way she reacted without even knowing what he had wanted from her.

His chest rumbled again with soft laughter at her words, thinking that she had chosen to ignore his jibe but he quickly sobered as her eyes turned back to look up at him from where she lay. Where had this all come from, he wondered quickly seeing the stricken look on her face. Then it hit him that she had suffered as much as he had, but she hid it better for a time but she had given up trying to pretend and perhaps yesterday morning had been the breaking point. Her walls had crumbled the moment she came back here and seen him with another, and he still hadn't explained it all.

"Do you remember earlier? You had exhausted yourself after crying and fell asleep in my arms after you tried to tackle me in the receiving hall, so I brought you here. I had wanted to take you on a walk to talk to you about somethings that were on my mind, but you had some sort of panic attack... I think. As for the clothing issue, I didn't think you would be comfortable in all of your clothing, but I knew you would try to hurt me if I took everything off." His eyes glanced down at hers a smile forming on his lips.

"Once again, I have to apologize for the way I am behaving. This is getting to be tedious I bet, I.. I'm going crazy, no excuse for treating you this..". Her words trailed off by his lips capturing hers sweetly, pulling her against his chest firmly as his arms wrapped her close to him. She responded without hesitation pressing herself against him, snuggling into his warmth.

He pulled away to look down at her face, one hand cupping her cheek gently brushing away the tears that pooled on her lashes.

"There is no need to apologize for your actions, today or yesterday. I think I understand why you're feeling this way, and you cannot help how you feel. I should be the one apologizing for the scene you witnessed when you arrived. I had wanted to tell you before supper last night what occurred after you went inside, but I couldn't because I was still processing everything that had been said between you and Beony, and then what she and myself had to say later.". He told her quietly, fingertips skimming along her soft skin.

She shook her head in confusion at his admission, wondering why he was blaming himself when she had been the one to intrude. She rose up on one elbow to begin to argue but his gaze stopped her from speaking.

"Let me talk right now, little wolf else this won't ever be said. I have a lot to atone for when I comes to you and some of my confession has nothing to do with you, but that my fear of what could happen that drove me to act a certain way with you those two years ago. Someone told me a while back that I should have been honest at the get go, before I could begin to take what I wanted. Yet, I dismissed the words and stubbornly acted a fool, and almost lost you.". He told her with a soft, sad smile. He leaned over and brushed his lips against her forehead before rising from the bed.

"Go on...". She urged watching him slide on a robe as he moved towards the large fireplace that took up almost the whole wall in the chamber. His laughter echoed at her words.

"Do you remember the first day that we met?". He began turning to look back at her, his eyes peering at her questioningly. She nodded quickly, her eyes grave as she listened. "Yes, I'm sure you do little wolf, but do you remember just how detached I was for a while there? I was standoffish with the opposite sex for a while, maybe with the exception of you, but even then I treated you horribly for which you left but it wasn't your fault. Nor was it because even then I knew there was something between us, but I hadn't really known the extant of that till years later.".

He paused to light a fire in the damp chambers, his eyes focused on the flames that began to lick against the kindling beginning to flicker casting shadows against his face. She watched him in shadow as she lay against the bed, her fingers brushing against the spot he had laid now cold but the scent of his skin clung to the covers. He had been a lonely child as she had been, she thought sadly. Love had always been there from His father and Aunt but, that hadn't been enough it seemed to match the ghosts in his eyes.

"You see, about two years before my father brought me to Winterfell, he sent me off to Braavos, much like yourself to continue my education there believing that they had some of the best places to learn. Most especially for someone as myself whom would one day take his place to lead, so I went off eager, I think to be my own man even if I was still a boy pretending. Soon after arriving I met someone whom had the same superior standing as I did, not that much of that ever bothered me, titles and whatnot. The royal crown prince of Westeros introduced himself to me, perhaps to meet another crown prince as himself I had once thought, but afterwards I realized it was to measure what he had heard all his life about us, namely my father.". He laughed harshly at the memories of a fifteen year old Gendry and himself standing close at the citadel both wet behind the ears, and eager to prove their worthiness to each other and the world.

She nodded slowly, realization beginning to creep into her mind where this may be going.

"Indeed, from a young age, Gendry had been told a sad lamented tale of lost love, a dragon swooping in to take a lady love and a death far too early from a dastardly dragon who kidnapped her and forced her away from home. Apparently the Targaryen's were an evil word for his father, the King. Mostly because those whom could refute these claims were far nothing, and cared little to come to the capitol, he believed them to be true. I was the first Dragon that He had met, so he wanted to measure me to those tales. Perhaps, Perhaps if I had just listened to myself and went off to do as I planned I could have saved a lot of time, and frustration but I chose stay. I don't know what he thought to learn, but we spent time together and I found him to be charming, but deep down there was side to him that had nipped at the edge of my mind.".

His feet whispered against the stone of the floor, pacing near the warmth of the fire as his eyes closed in memory.

"About six months into our friendship, I had met a girl, who had been unlike anyone I had ever met before. I was used to girl trying to get my attention, but she really never did, she was just there and would tell me I knew nothing. I suppose I didn't but, in time I thought was love blossomed. Many people tried to warn me about her, Ygritte was her name, that I was foolish to believe her. Sam, had told me that he spied her once or twice with Gendry. Thick as thieves, he once said, and that whatever was going on with me was a sham. Even Daenerys whom had come to visit me remarked that something was up.".

He had been so into the story that he hadn't heard her slip out of the bed to press herself against his back, holding onto him. She made quiet noises as her fingertips brushed against the curls that lay against his shoulders. "You should listen to her more, she's far smarter than she lets on with us sometimes". She said softly as her arms wrapped around his midsection.

He glanced back with a chuckle, nodding knowing that he should have listened when he had the chance, but chose not to.

"I should have, I know now. Yet, I listened to her when she claimed that it was not her whom others seen with the prince. No, of course not she detested him for his cockiness, and that she was a commoner. I hadn't cared about any of that, what is love for a title? So, this went on for a few months until I came upon them one night when I came to visit Gendry and found them in bed. I guess that was the moment that I learn to be very choosy in whom I trusted, or let near me. Weeks later I learned they both had been planning this, for me to catch them to, I don't know I guess knock me down a few notches? It only occurred to me years after this that somehow he had done this for his father, never truly understood it.".

"None of that was ever your fault, don't take the blame for others. How can you stand to be near him now?". She asked quietly as her arms tightened around him, pressing her face into the material of his robe.

"Honestly, I don't even blame myself so much anymore but, I think that I should have listened when others tried to warn me, that much I can blame on myself. Your brother Robb was the one that got us to have a conversation about the whole incident, after one drunken night I told him what went on.". Jon said dryly, rubbing his face slowly as the memory of that night came back in a rush. "Robb wanted to know why I was standoffish with women, and mostly why anytime Gendry came up, I went off the rails. It slipped out, with a lot of beer in me. So he took it upon himself to round up Gendry, who had been one of his friends, and made us have a conversation. By this time Gendry had learned more of the real story from Robb, and realized that he had fucked it all up. I guess I forgave him, but I never forgot and still don't. Learn from your mistakes, but try to overcome them as well.".

Arya nodded against his back, knowing that lesson rather well, but this was his story so she kept quiet.

"The trouble really began that day Sam told me of what went on in Braavos with you and Daenerys. I've not learned if he had known how I felt about you before this, because the only person I discussed my feelings about you that knew him would be Robb, but I can stake my life that it didn't come from that camp. So, either he guessed, or he honestly just wanted you. I can see why he would,". He mused grumpily, still wondering whom could have known.

"I think I may know whom it may have been, of course, this is just a guess. I had often wondered how he know whom I was, having never met him since by the time he began to visit at winterfell.". She trailed off, sighing remembering the boys whom had been around that summer when they teased her. Only one was still around with much regularity, one whom seemed to have a big mouth. "It had to be Theon, he was around all the time with you guys, and he knew that I had a crush on you. I could be wrong there...".

"Does it really matter anymore? Probably not, but I wouldn't be surprised since He was with Gendry a lot that summer, I never asked how he knew, because would I have been given a honest answer? Doubt it, even his Uncle told me to be weary of him with his intentions with you, which I think made me lose what little control I had been holding on to that night. The way I acted towards you was unforgivable, but in my mind I was trying to both protect you and keep you as mine. The wrong way, as it seems."

Jon gently pried her hands from his midsection and turned himself around to tenderly cup her face in his fingers. "I should never have acted that way to you, when I was angry at others for their actions. It all snapped the moment he put his hands on you during the dance you shared. I had warned him a few minutes earlier that he had no claim on you, and he said the same thing to me. Which was true, really, I had no claim on you either but I wanted one. No, I had to have one would be more apt, by then I knew what I felt for you. Daenerys told me that I should be honest, and not be so aloof.". He murmured against her ear softly.

"He wouldn't have ever touched me, because if he had... Well, let's just say that the hope of the nation would be on Joffrey, and no one wants that.". She laughed softly up at him. "I can handle myself, you know.".

"I don't think if it frightens me more that they would have to rely on Joffrey, or that You would have maimed Gendry. Everyone is aware that you can handle yourself, but I want to be able to take care of you, if you let me. Someday..". His arms tightened around her, laying his head atop hers tenderly. "The moment you left I had to tell myself that this was what everyone wanted, but as time went on I realized that it was harder than I imagined. I know your aware of what I did..".

She pulled back from his embrace slowly, her eyes wide contemplating those last few words. What had she meant, she wondered but she kept that to herself moving away to settle back on the bed. The feeling of his eyes on her gave a small thrill, but she wasn't about to show it for he had yet to complete what he was trying to tell her.

"What you did?". She asked suddenly.

He sighed softly raking his fingers through the dark curls that framed his face. His gray eyes found hers as he took the few steps towards the bed but sank down before it on his knees in front of her, "So, a few months after you left and no one would really tell me much about how you were, which made me insane. I should have just came to see you, but I felt that If I did, something would have happened... I would have done something to trap you into staying with me. Then I realized that I had to honor the agreement, but, I wanted to know you were okay and safe. So, I had someone follow you...". He trailed off wrapping his arms around her legs tightly, placing his head into her lap.

She glanced down at him contemplating telling him that she knew that someone had to have been following her, because of the gifts. There hadn't been a way for him to know what she wanted, or needed had someone not watched her to know when to deliver them. Oddly enough, she wondered why they had stopped when they did but she never questioned it, until now.

"I pretty much figured that you had to have someone in your employ there. When I started receiving the gifts, which were often left IN my suite, it was apparent that you were behind them. Thank you, too. You could have come yourself, but I understood. I even understood when I starting seeing the first magazines, with pictures of you in them with her. I told myself that I couldn't have hurt feelings when the time away was for exploration, even if I actually hadn't done that, you still had the right.". She said softly, rubbing a few strands of his hair between her fingertips. "But, I had a good life over there, learning and exploring. I missed this place, and family, and you but I went to do what I had to. Do I regret anything, perhaps. Would I change it, probably not."

He took several deep breaths against her skin, inhaling the scent. She was his, he knew now. If she hadn't run from anything he had said before, he was sure that she wouldn't keep him away now.

"We don't have to talk about yesterday morning, I understood but my jealousies got the best of me when she began to try to push me away from here. That was never going to happen, unless I was told to go.". Her gray eyes narrowed at the thought of having to go. "Last night, I shouldn't have taken it as far as I did... we, uh, knew you were listening to us talk.".

He had the decency to look slightly ashamed as he pulled up to give her a look. "So, you didn't train?".

She began to laugh softly leaning over to kiss his curls, brushing them out of the way to lazily flick her tongue along his lips, "No, that much was true... I did the classes, with you in mind.". She whispered into his ear, "One of these days, perhaps you will get to see how much I learned.".

His dark head came off her lap slowly, registering the words she just promised him. "I will be the only one seeing how much you learned, little wolf.". He growled as his lips crashed against hers kissing her possessively, pulling her body closer to his. "Won't I?". He cajoled huskily, his eyes drinking in the sight of those swollen lips.

"There has never been anyone but you, I couldn't... wouldn't hurt anyone because it would have been unfair to them that I wasn't available mentally or physically to them. That night in the garden when you told me there was no going back once I replied to you, do You remember that?". She asked, the blush returning to her cheeks imagining that night in the garden, his gaze upon her body. Those few minutes there had been one of the dreams that visited her almost every night for those two years, sometimes casting her into a sea of unhappiness and sometimes it made her hold on.

She silently watched as his eyes drifted closed, his posture tensed, but she felt his need surge pressed against the molten center of her body,arching slightly yet instinctively against him. She could feel his breathing hitch, "Mine, You are mine. Mine to protect,". He growled low in his throat, pressing hot lips along the column of her throat, teeth nuzzling the skin lightly ,"Mine to fuck,". He said even lower, "Mine to keep,". He moved his mouth down lower to press a kiss against her stomach, "My children will grow here, under your heart. Once you came back here, there was no going back, You came back. Just as you are mine, I am yours. There will be no one but you, there really hasn't been anyone but you for me.".

"Mine,". She nodded, the wolf in her had known this moment would come long ago. "You are mine, had you really listened to me yesterday morning You would have already heard the declaration. I said once the wolf claims there is no going back, I came back because I had to. Besides, if I didn't nymeria might have killed me in my sleep, she was as eager to get back here as I was.". She shifted on the chair, wrapping her arms around him.

Before He could answer a loud banging began to sound on the outer chamber of his rooms, an insistent voice began to yell for him to come open the doors.

"Someone hates me up there, don't they?". He grumbled glancing at Arya, "Then again, I've kept you up here most of the morning and some of the afternoon. The search party may have been called out? Should I hide you somewhere so when they leave I can take you at my leisure?". His eyes lingered on the scrap of material that lay against her center.

"You open this door right now Jon, I can hear you in there and you aren't taking her anytime soon! She best still be intact!". Daenerys yelled angrily thought the door, still hitting it with her fists. "Out now!".

Arya began to laugh hearing her best friend begin to curse most unladylike before Jon finally opened the door almost making Dany spill into the room with Sansa quickly following.

"Well, at least she still has something on,". She eyed her nephew with a snarl, "You didn't defile her did you?". He could only laugh at her anger, spurring it on even more.

Aryas laugh caused them all to turn and look at her with wide eyes, "No, he didn't. It's not what it looks like, this..anyway, long story. What is the matter?". She glanced at her sister then towards Daenerys.

Daenerys moved across the room grabbing the clothing that sat close to the bed tossing them towards Arya, motioning for her to get dressed before she turned to look back at Jon.

"Go get dressed, we have guests to attend to. When we are all gone you can try to breach her defenses, until then... down boy". She waved him away, glancing back at her friend while she dressed quickly. "She's gonna go get a shower and dress, you do the same nephew. We will be out in the gardens waiting for you to join us.".


Two wolves greeted her most enthusiastically the moment her feet touched the gravel path that led into the gardens away from the castle. The soft summer breeze stirred up the heady fragrance of the unique blue roses that flourished in the sea air, some called them the winter rose, but the color gave remembrance of frost. When her aunt married Rhaegar she brought the roses here so that she would remember where she came from, and also to Valyria. The scent always hung heavy in the glass greenhouse that was her mother's retreat in Winterfell, those roses were always present, as a memory. Once, when she asked where the roses had come from her father replied that they had been grown here since the castle has been there.

The whine of a wolf snapped the reverie that often happened when she spied those roses, or their scent which was ever present here. She knew that it gave Rhaegar comfort when He did visit, for those very roses grew near the crypt that he had built after she passed away. When she didn't respond to the wolf's subtle act of gaining her attention one nipped her hand lightly, another whine accompanying the action.

"Okay, what is it you two want?". She finally knelt down between the two great furry bodies, pressing herself against them. "What did you do now?".

"They got themselves in trouble, one of them stole a chicken from the kitchens. I suspect that it was ghost trying to feed his lady love here, but there was no proof of which one, but the staff was sure to say they heard the click of nails running away.". A voice from behind her said, her body froze suddenly recalling the story that had been told to her hours ago. "I didn't mean to startle you Arya, I was waiting for your sister to finish getting ready, but that may take years at her rate.". Gendry said sheepishly moving to stand a few feet from her.

"You two should know better than to steal from the kitchens, not like you aren't fed well enough." She muttered at Ghost, who had the decency to lower his head in supplication at the tone. She eyed her own wolf with a sigh, knowing full well what Ghost had been doing. "You little girl need to raise your standards, he brings a chicken and you roll over? I thought I taught you better...". She kissed the silver wolf's head lightly, rubbing one silken ear affectionately. She almost laughed when both of the wolves lowered themselves at her feet, little yips almost like they laughed back. She stood slowly, brushing her hands together as her eyes focused on the man near her.

"Tell me something Prince Gendry, do You love my sister?". She asked directly, narrowing her gaze at him. He frowned at her, arms crossing defensively at the tone. She knew he wasn't used to many people being direct with him, but she wouldn't beat around the bush with this man.

"Do you think I would have asked for her hand in marriage knowing that Your parents aren't my best fans if I hadn't?". His voice cut through the silence, sharp mostly annoyed at her question. "Not that I have to answer to you, but yes. Oddly enough, we compliment each other.". He said softer, more confident.

She could feel the wolves rise from the ground, pressing their large furry bodies around her legs, forming a barrier between their Mistress and Gendry. She watched as he understood the movement and sighed, shaking his head slowly.

"As long as you aren't doing this as some weird way to get some sort of warped revenge on my family, or the Targaryen's for some perceived slight, that was never a slight then we will be okay. However, if I hear that you have treated her unfairly, or done something to hurt her there won't be any power on earth that can stop me from taking retribution." She said softly, lips curving into a pleasant smile. "If you love her, then make her happy. She'll be a spelendid queen for you, one day. She has very little of the wild north in her, so that should appease those who call us wild.".

Gendry looked at her in confusion for several seconds, trying to decipher the words she lobbied at him. "You dare to threaten me...". He began, his blue eyes suddenly stormy but she held up a hand to interrupt.

"I didn't threaten You, Prince Gendry, merely reminding you that I keep my promises. Try to think of it that way, and we will find an easy truce, given Your actions of the past. It should be easy, mainly because I am hardly in my sisters presence.". She admitted with a shrug.

"He told you?". He asked, his gaze leveling on her face, "Yes, I love her. If I wanted a marriage like my parents I could have chosen the Dornish princess, or one of the many eligible ladies. Yet, I happened to want a marriage with someone who I wouldn't scheme to kill in a few years, or make them so unhappy they would use the children against each other. No, I wanted one with someone that I actually loved, because it's a long time to live with someone who makes you so unhappy... anyway, yes, I love her.". He growled, fists clenched tightly trying to control his growing ire at the little wolf in front of him.

She felt the slight tremor in the air before the wolves raised their heads yipping some unknown command from the shadow that stepped behind her. One hand pulling her body back against the wall of muscle, growling low as she felt rather than seen the tension began to eek away from where they stood.

"I told her yes. She had not known of our long acquaintanceship, or the history behind it. I told her today, so her ire may still be simmering. The little wolf is protective of her family, much like she should be. Don't feel threatened by her, you aren't the first to hear those words, nor I suspect will you be the last.". Jon's voice loomed over her head, his chin resting upon her hair lightly.

Gendry nodded slowly, "No offense taken, My Lady. I can see why you would be concerned given certain knowledge, but let me impart something... I was a child then, well young man, and I hadn't known that I was being manipulated to do something that was wrong, and I learned from said mistake. When I said those things about my parents that was part of why I could or would not marry for convenience, or political gain like they did. Rest assured that I will do my best to keep her from falling into the viper nest that seems to be prevalent at court. Which is why I choose to stay in Summerhall, now that it has been renovated, away from the headaches. My father wishes that I would stay near, but I'm certain when it's time for me to take the throne, that I will rule without his instruction.".

The trio quickly glanced back towards the entrance of the castle when a clatter arose in the form of four women running from am angry Sam. Arya could hear Jon muttering something under his breath when they girls made their way towards where they stood among the roses. The girls bearing a guilty look giggled loudly as ran to hide behind gendry, whom bore the look of amusement watching Sam thunder towards them.

"Do, I want to know what you've done now?". Came the careful question from Jon, his gaze bounced from the girls towards his friend. The girls all shrugged eyeing the newcomer ready to flee again at a moments notice.

"They have drank a three bottles of the fire-wine from Myr, proceeded to eat every dessert that was for tonight, and then called Gilly to ask why she has refused to go on a date with me." Sam pointed at Margaery, "That one there, she's mouthy...".

Margaery smiled in response, brown eyes slightly out of focus, but enough wit to suppress a snicker before trying to look contrite, but failing.

"Wine is there to drink is it not?". Margaery primly asked, a coy smile curving her lips, "It is not as if we can go out and cause trouble, we are on an island, after all.". Arya had to look down before her own smile alerted Sam that he was slightly overreacting, as usual. After his rant had been done Sam returned to the safety of the Castle.

"Ladies, try to not give Sam too much trouble. He thrives on everything running smooth here, also if you wouldn't go near the beach in your state. I would hate to hear one of you got swept out in a tide, after being quite drunk.". Jon glanced at the four women whom stood near Gendry, "I suspect he's more angry about the dessert being consumed than anything else, he loves those brownies that the cook makes more than anyone. I would be wary of him,". He said as Sam shot him a look of contempt. "Now, try to leave me some wine when you leave, please. Oh, and stay away from the strongwine.".

Daenerys pulled Marcella and Margaery with her as they took off towards another path that lead into the heart of the garden where they could drink some more. She glanced back at Arya with a little grin, wriggling her brows before they disappeared from view, only their shrieks could be heard.

"I should probably keep an eye on them, given they have a propensity for trouble when they have some wine in them," Gendry muttered taking Sansa's hand in his, "Apparently a lot of wine in them, how in the hell could you four drink that much fire-wine and be standing?", He glanced at his fiancee, eyes wide. Sansa laughed, pointing in the direction of the shrieks.

"I only had a glass or two. Your darling sister had three and between the other two they can put that stuff down. We probably wouldn't have partaken in so much had we not been looking for a lost wolf." Sansa said slyly, glancing at her sister with a telling grin. Soon after she was being pulled away from her sister, her fiancee's voice grumbling over being a nursemaid to crazy females could be heard over Sansa'a laughter.

When the quiet finally returned to the garden Jon's hands slowly wrapped around her midsection, pulling her backside against him. They stood there for several minutes watching as the wolves rolled over each other in play, soft growls could be heard from the two.

"Your wolf is leading mine into trouble, just so you know.". She glanced back at him, smiling.

"Highly doubt that, but she'll have some pups in her by the next moon I bet.". He softly whispered against her ear, "He pined for her when she was gone, and now she's back it's time for her give him what he wants.".

Her fingertips brushed against the velvet surface of a rose, "are we talking about the wolf, or his Master?". She asked quietly as one of his hands boldly cupped a breast through the material of the sundress, his thumb flicking against the rapidly forming nipple.

"Both, I suppose." He murmured palming her breast gently in his hand, "Although, I don't know if my little wolf is ready for motherhood just yet.".

She squirmed slightly from both his touch and the words that he was whispering into her ear. She was not ready for a child yet, was she?

"Sounds like the dragon is however...". She trailed off as one of his hands drifted under the dress hidden from view. Her breath hitched as one digit slid along the panties that covered her pussy.

He laughed low against her neck, nuzzling the soft skin as he began to slide her panties to the side, reveling in the wet heat that began to seep out of her center, "I want nothing more than to see you heavy with my child, knowing that I was the one whom helped you create the new life inside.," he answered, his voice husky with need. "Fuck, your already wet for me aren't you my little wolf. Do you want me to touch you?".

She nodded slowly, turning her head slightly to look back at his. His lips curved into knowing grin, eyes dark with something glimmering in them. "I don't want to do this out in the open when any of those fool can come by and disrupt your pleasure,". His hands withdrew from her body, causing her to whimper softly as he began to chuckle, "I will spoil you my pet, come.". He whispered, quickly scooping her up in his arms carrying her towards the castle.


The library was eerily quiet as they entered the dark room as silently as they could without being detected or detained. Arya almost laughed at the determination that settled upon Jon's face the moment she acquiesced to his demands, his need for her great she guessed. She felt herself slide down against the length of his body as he set her feet upon the floor, smirking as she felt his cock through the fabric of his pants.

"I've got you where I want you now my little wolf,". He growled leaning behind him to lock the door barring her escape. Gray eyes narrowed as she began to take several steps away from him, dodging the hands that attempted to imprison her in their grasp. His lips curved, eyes focused on his prey who stood across the room, palms pressed against a desk that separated them.

Her palms pressed against the surface of the glossy wood, waiting for his next move. She watched as he slowly began to move closer to her, eyes focused on hers. "Come here little one, you know I won't hurt you,", He crooned low, holding out one hand for her to take, "Come...".

She smiled, lowering her gaze but kept her ground not moving towards him, playing the game that he so wanted. "No,". She squeaked lightly, readying herself to move if he pounced. Yet, she had not been prepared for his actions as he sprang quickly, pouncing upon her.

"You want to put up a fight, do you? Your pulse is pounding, and your not scared. I bet if I slid my hand back under that dress, I would find you even wetter than before. Wouldn't I pet?". He brushed down the length of the dress, fingers bunching the material as it slithered up her skin revealing inch by inch of her figure to him. He threw it across the room with a triumphant smirk, "On the desk,", he patted the surface.

Apprehensively, her bottom pushed against the coldness of the desk, sliding back with a wiggle on the polished wood. Hips arching up as her palms spread along the inside of golden thighs, gently resting the tips of fingers on the edge of her panties. Inky lashes lowered slowly, but she could still see him. His hand reached out slightly, wanting to touch but hesitated for a moment.

"Remove the rest of your clothing for me, I want you naked,". Jon ordered, settling himself in the chair before her, watching each subtle movement of the girl. His body exuded that fierce need to rip the panties from her and quickly drive his cock into her warm, and very willing body. The only reason he hadn't let that happen was because of her virginity. He wanted to savor it like a fine wine, slowly. He had the patience to make this a sweet for her as it could be, and later it would be fierce like the little wolf's moods.

Deftly, she reached around to unclasp the hooks of the lace covered bra, letting the straps slide along her skin revealing more to his gaze. The lace brushed harshly against her hardened nipples, the mere touch bringing a soft whimper to her parted swollen lips. She could hear him shifting in the chair before her, but made no move to look up. Dropping the bra near the floor at her feet, she gave another wiggle of her hips, grinding against the surface of the desk.

"You could have just ripped these off you know..". She whispered, brushing her palm against the wet lace that rested against her pussy. When he made no effort to move to do so, she sighed softly a pout forming.

"I said to take them off. If I had wanted to, I would have done so. Now, continue. If you stall more, we will be interrupted I bet by those drunks outside. You don't want that do you? That sweet pussy says no, so be a good girl and do what I asked". His tone sharp, but his eyes were drawn to where her fingers began to push down the thong, away from glistening skin that was swollen with need. "There you go my little wolf, so very beautiful.". His tone softened.

He stood suddenly, looming over the desk with a feral grin dominating his features as he drank in the sight before his eyes. "Touch yourself,". He growled huskily as he began to divest himself of his own clothing, eager to claim his mate who sat temptingly before him. "Please,". He added with a sinful grin, full of unspoken things.

Her fingers slid down along the soft planes of her stomach towards the soft folds of her pussy, feeling the wet heat as soon as she dipped one finger inside. Squirming slightly against the desk as her digit found the hard little nub full of nerves, gently rubbing the sensitive flesh she could hear his exhale of breath, and the groan that followed. Daring to peek up she found him watching her, a bold smile formed as she leaned back allowing his eyes top watch as she began to pick up the pace. Pressing her bottom against the desk, feeling the friction of the finger against the swollen clit made her whimper in need.

"Give me that hand,". He whispered as his eyes watched her grind against the desk, arching a dark brow. Arya squirmed one last time as she flicked the finger against herself before pulling the glistening digit up. His gaze upon her eyes as he took the finger into his mouth, sucking softly lapping up the juices that coated it. "Fuck,". He growled, "I need you now,". He breathed in deeply as his body came closer to her, his cock sliding against her thigh seeing it's snug nest. "I cannot help that this will hurt you my sweet, but I will make up for it,". He murmured against the valley of her breasts, gently licking each of hardened peaks.

"I'll be gentle, I promise,". He whispered hotly, taking his cock in hand to gently rub against her cunt, groaning at the wet heat that greeted him. His gaze dropped to watch as he began to slowly press himself into the delicious heat that began to surround him, muscles tightening around him.

He stilled as he reached the barrier that was her maidenhead, staring down at her with a triumphant smirk knowing that he couldn't be gentle now with her muscles beginning to clutch. He took a deep breath before sliding back one and rearing deep into her warm flesh, tearing her apart.

The pain was sharp and immediate, but quickly faded from her memory as his hands grasped her hips tightly pulling himself deeper. His eyes looked down at her in concern, but she nodded eager for him to begin moving as her legs wrapped around him, urging him to move.

"My eager little virgin, so tight,". His voice filled with lust as he began to thrust into her over and over, picking up the pace and depth with each movement. Her own body began to respond, greedily flexing her muscles against his cock.

She writhed against him, soft little whimpers falling out of her mouth each time he slammed into her. Nails dug into his shoulders, tensing her body around him.

"So, close...". He growled plowing into her soft body over and over, one hand sliding between their bodies finding her swollen clit pinching the bundle of nerves lightly. "Cum for me,". He hissed softly against her lips as a scream built in her chest, her orgasm pushed though every muscle in her body, bucking against Him. "That's it, fuuuuuuck". He roared as his own orgasm peaked his hips pushing his seed deep into her warmth.

Jon planted a soft kiss upon her lips feeling spent, gently he pulled out of her warmth watching as the seed dripped down those golden thighs for a second before scooping her up in his arms planting tender kisses along her face.

"Thank you, my love,". He whispered against her lips, carrying her over to the sofa and settling her down gently. Gray eyes sought his out with a little smile forming, her arms resting against his comfortably.

"They may have heard us out there... with your yelling and all". She giggled softly, the blush returning to her cheeks.

He shrugged, a look of contentment settled upon those handsome features. He really didn't care if they did or not, because he finally got what he had wanted for years, and no one was going to have taken that way. She was his, and would stay his.

"Matters not to me.", he stated kissing his wolf tenderly. "I got what I wanted, you.".


In fact there had been two whom after having heard the great shout came running into the main hall, wondering.

"What in the holy hell was that?". Daenarys asked with a laugh, a new bottle of wine in her hands trying to hide it from the person standing next to her, but he had already spied it as she came running.

"If I was to venture a guess, and this would only be a guess...". Sam muttered, clearly unhappy to even have to mention this, "Sounds like Jon, and Gods knows what he was doing... Oh, well..".

Daenarys glanced at the closed door with a smirk as she sauntered back out towards her destination, "Lucky,", she laughed under her breath.