Jaime never had to wake Arya while he stood outside her door that night. Apparently she slept better knowing he was there. In the early morning hours, Jaime saw his father leaving his room down the hall. Tywin saw him standing guard at Arya's door and headed straight for him. He had known this would happen come morning if not before. He had been preparing for it all night.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Tywin asked cooly.

"Standing guard. No one is going to force Arya to do anything she doesn't want to do. Not even you."

Tywin stared coldly at him. "Good." He said.

"Good?" Jaime was thrown off by the word.

"You will still marry her, whether she agrees to it or not. However you would be a terrible husband if you allowed anyone else to touch her or allowed Lannister men to hold her down and force a sleeping dram down her throat. I would have never permitted any man to lay a finger on your mother, not even the king. The lady of Casterly Rock should command just as much respect from the knights here as their lord does. And I think the Lannisters have harmed Arya Stark quite enough. I had hoped you would see that and even be angry enough to defy me over it." Tywin told him matter of factly.

"You're telling me this was some kind of...test?" Jaime said with anger and disbelief.

"Not initially, not until your betrothed refused my advice. At that point it became a test. And you passed it." Tywin said, gave him a nod, and walked away.

"So do you still expect me to keep her under control after we're wed?" He called after his father.

Tywin turned back to face him. "If she cares for you, there will be no need to. She will do most of what you ask just to please you. That incident on the beach the other night tells me that you won't have a problem with that."

"But you still do expect me to regrow my hand and become a great warrior for house Lannister?" Jaime went on.

"No. I expect that you make our house a house to be feared. Executing those men who brought Arya from Essos was a step in that direction. Running off in the night was not."

Jaime heard Arya's door opening behind him as his father walked away.

"What did he want?" Arya said as she watched Tywin go.

"Apparently he wanted me to try and stop him, for my own good, or maybe for yours." Jaime said, slightly confused.

"Right. He's always trying to improve everyone with his commands." Arya said with irritation.

"Should, I send for Kalla or are you ready to go down for breakfast?" Jaime asked her.

"I'm ready." She said and she took the arm he offered to escort her.

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The day of the wedding was cloudy and on the verge of rain. Arya didn't like the dress that had been chosen for her. She made no complaints. The Lannisport Lannisters arrived as well as many people from Lannisport that she didn't know. The Sept was crowded when they gathered there and as Ser Galron (a northern knight who had been chosen to give her away) led her down the aisle she began to wonder if she hadn't made a huge mistake. Perhaps she should have tried harder to escape. Looking at Jaime in his crimson and gold, she knew that she hadn't wanted to escape, not really.

They said their vows and feasted and danced as expected and the people around them were drinking far too much and celebrating far too loudly.

"I've always hated weddings too." Jaime leaned over to where Arya sat next to him. "Most of these people barely know us and look at them."

"They just wanted an excuse to drink and feast." Arya said, gazing at two small boys were occupying themselves fighting with wooden swords in one corner of the great hall. "I'd much rather be down there with them than up here pretending to be courteous."

"Let's get out of here then. I'll take you back to that beach." Jaime offered.

Arya blushed. "We'll be followed." She didn't want Lannister men watching everything that might happen.

"Where would you like to go then?"

Arya thought for a moment. "Up to the castle roof." They could bolt shut the door at the top of the stairs and have the whole wing to themselves.

"Alright then." Jaime led the way and they slipped out past the revelry and onto the stairwell.

By the time they reached the rooftop and Jaime bolted the door shut behind them he noticed that Arya was trembling much like she had the night she came to his room.

"Arya, I haven't changed my mind." He told her. "I told you I wouldn't force you and I still mean it. There's nothing fear."

It started to rain. "So you'll just kiss me for now?"

He nodded and went to her, wrapping his arms around her he kissed her whilst picking her up and carrying her to the castle wall. He set her in one of the archer spaces and she wrapped both her legs and arms around him, never breaking the kiss. They hardly noticed the rain they were so lost in the kiss. Arya did notice his hardness pressing against her center, startled, she pulled away from him. He caught her before she toppled over the edge of the castle wall. She clung to him to catch her breath at the close call."

"Sorry." He said anxiously. "I can't believe I almost killed another Stark like that." The words tumbled out before he even thought about them.

Her eyes met his and flashed with realization then anger and he knew she had understood what he meant. "It was you? You pushed Bran."

He couldn't speak but even that was answer enough.

"Get away from me!" Arya shoved him backwards as hard as she could. He took a step back and caught himself but it gave her enough space to jump down from the archer space where she had been sitting. She fled from him towards the door to the stairwell.

"Arya wait!" Jaime went after her and caught her arm.

"Don't touch me! Don't you ever touch me!" She yelled and unbolted the door and ran back down into the castle, leaving him in the pouring rain.