Arya

"He said what?" She asked as Sansa pulled at her hair. The queen sat before her giggling, wrapped in a silk blanket. "He said that Podrick Payne has a magic cock and that Gendry wants to bed you Arya"

Arya flushed red, she could hit that damned bull, only a fool would let something escape so easily under the influence of alcohol. "Surely not, Jon must have been very drunk." She gasped for sansa had moved to her corset and began to tighten it. She hated the thing but Sansa had insisted on Arya dressing well for their brother's wedding. It was a pretty dress but Arya did not care much for it, the colour reminded her of the thing Tywin Lannister had made her wear.

"He was he could barely walk I had to get his boots off and put him bed, it was quite amusing." Daenarys continued placing a silver pin in her hair.

They sat in the queen's chambers. The women of winterfell as Arya liked to call them, The Queen, Sansa, Missandei and Gilly. They had broken their fast together and then had gone to the sept to pray to the seven gods to bless Daenarys and Jon. Arya found it amusing how Daenarys was completely bored by the prospect of praying, Jon had told her that Daenarys was not much of a religious woman and that the only faith she had had been in herself. When they had knelt in the sept Arya had opened an eye to see Daenarys looking around the must stone room.

"not looking for the blessing of the seven?" Arya had whispered.

Daenarys had smiled and shook her head. "No, I am sure the old gods will suffice, and what of you arya, why do you only pretend to pray to the seven?"

Arya had let out a small chuckle then. "I do not follow the seven. There is only one god."

Daenarys had frowned asking who he was.

Arya had stared straight at her smirking and had said "His name is death."

Daenarys had not said much else to her, but Arya could see why Jon liked her. She was beautiful in all her ways, but she was also intelligent, she was loyal and she knew what she wanted and she hid nothing. Arya had heard the rumours that she was baron, that the last time she birthed a child it had been scaled and bloodied. She had heard the rumours that Daenarys had murded her own brother and suffocated her late husband, that she had burnt the sacred temple in Vaes Dothrak. Arya admired her, she was not afraid to get her hands dirty, she was afraid of what others thought, she would make a good queen, at least Arya was prepared to follow her.

"There" Sansa said patting Arya's shoulders "All done, you now look acceptably lady like"

Arya rolled her eyes and looked in the mirror, her hair was up in braids which joined at the nape of her neck. The dress accentuated her small curves and high collarbone, she touched the necklace she wore, it had been her aunt Lyanna's, she had been gifted it as a child by her father. A simple silver necklace with a dire wolf pendant. She felt Daenarys' eyes on her and turned.

"Jon says that the north men compare you to lady Lyanna" She said quietly.

Arya nodded "I suppose, we have the same colourings"

"Father was so happy when she had Lyanna's colourings" Sansa said smiling. "All his children had been red headed and blue eyed and then arya comes along screaming murder through winterfell."

"He used to say that I shared her wolf blood, that I was ferocious as her"

Daenarys smiled "Jon has it, the blood of the wolf, I see it when he's fighting".

Arya smiled "Jon is the greatest swordsman in Westeros, I think it's more than wolf blood which spurs him on, they say Rhaegar was a fiersome warrior, that he was an excellent killer"

The Queen laughed softly "That's what my brother Viserys used to say to me, that he was the best killer, but I have heard other stories, he used to enjoy music, and books, I don't think he wanted ot be King, but I think he knew he must be, It's a shame he never made it"

"He lives through his son" Sansa said. "Jon is much a dragon as he is wolf, he has a terrible temper, he used to get scolded for it when we were young, if anyone called him bastard or offended him or slandered our father, his rage would last for days, maybe that was the Targaryen in him"

Arya shook her head "No, I don't see much of Targaryen in him, I see the north and Father, he is as much like Father than any of us, even Robb, Jon understands duty, he values loyalty and he is as honourable if not more honourable than father, Father wouldn't have let Jamie Lannister live, he wouldn't have let the wildlings south of the wall, he wouldn't have gone to dragonstone, Jon did those things, I think he will make a good King, he has compassion and understanding regardless of who you are."

In the corner Missandei smiled "You are well matched your grace" She said. "You are both alike and unalike, it will make for good balance"

Daenarys smiled at her friend "Thankyou, Lady Gilly, where is you child?" She asked turning to the wildling girl who was tightening her skirts.

"Samwell has him, he is getting ready with Jon, I um mean the King" She blushed realising her mistake. Arya smiled at her

"Don't worry, we're not used to it either, Honestly if you had told me 10 years ago that Jon was going to become King of the Seven Kingdoms I would have slapped you in the face, I still can't believe father kept it from us, even from our mother, she was always so cruel to him-"

"No, she wasn't" Sansa protested, Arya guffawed "She hated Jon, had she known who he really was maybe she would have been kinder."

"What was your mother like" Daenarys asked her hands folding in her lap.

"She was beautiful" Arya and Sansa said simultaneously. "She looked like Sansa" Arya finished. "She was a strong woman too, when little finger sent the assassin to kill our little brother she held onto the knife, let her hands go bloody before bran's dire wolf mauled him to death. She also was with Robb all through the war."

"The Bolton's killed her" Daenarys uttered sadly.

The stark girls nodded. "Aye, slit her throat" Arya said, "Our brother's dire wolf's head was sewn onto his corpse by the Frey's" She added darkly.

Horror filled the queen's face along with her hand maidens and Gilly's

Daenarys reached for Arya's hand. "I am so sorry, I can't comprehend what it must be like losing a brother you love so much"

Sansa frowned at her "Didn't you lose your brother?"

The queen's features grew hard "I lost him long before he died" She muttered. "My brother was not a kind man, he had the Targaryen madness like my father, they called him the beggar king, he sold our mothers crown for gold, I remember I was so angry with him it had been a beautiful crown and pale gold. He sold me to Khal Drogo. He was mad and he had to die"

Arya understood this of course. She asked a question that had long burned in her head "Forgive me your grace but what happens if you become mad, like your father and brother."

She looked at Arya, her violet eyes calculating a look of complete understanding upon her face. "Lord Varys knows what to do if that happens."

Arya's stomach clenched "What will he do?"

Daenarys smiled "He will kill me, that is how I know that he is loyal, if the time comes that I am as mad as my father then he will kill me in whatever way he deems appropriate"

"Does Jon know of this?"
She shook her head smiling sadly "He never will"