Author's Note- So who else saw the season 7 finale?! Let me say the flashback scene with Rhegar and Lyanna was 100% most anticipated scene yet. And with Jon and Daenarys? But back to my update - after finishing Game of Thrones season 7 my urge to write snapped me back into writing with a vengeance. Please let me know what you thought in a comment below thanks!

Side Note- I am also very sorry about the short chapter! My muse just left me so I had no idea what to write so I just stopped not really wanting to make my story go flat with useless dialogue and etc. next chapter should be longer and it should be up sooner then this one. Also this chapter isn't edited. So if you do find any errors please let know! Thanks:)

Disclaimer- I do not own Game of Thrones. All rights go to George R. R. Martin. I'm simply borrowing the characters for my own and others amusement.

"Have you given what I said any thought?" She questions from her place beside her husband. She sat in good posture - no slouching, but regal and intimidating.

"I have."

"And?" Her eyebrow inching up in curiosity and knowing.

She watches as the exiled prince looks between his sister and her as if contemplating his thoughts still.

"I have given enough of my time on thinking. "

She saw with great reluctance in his movement. "But Brother-" her head snapped to Princess Daenearys, with only a sharp look from her brother made her quiet. She saw fear within her eyes which made her all the more curious of Viserys.

Eyes of the purest lavender regain focus. Viserys with great reluctance stepped forward. She saw his body language it was a step he did not want to make, as if knowing if he took it the action would come back up and haunt him till he grew old.

He knelt before her. She wasn't surprised. She was perplexed. How easy it was to get him to bend the knee to her - at first she hadn't wanted to go back to Westeros. She was free here in the east. Yet when the dragon prince came barking at her tent then everything changed. It's as if everything she had went through never left her and her blood began to pump ever faster then before. Her blood whispering to her about vengeance.

Yet, she also knew that he had some kind of unknown plan in the game of thrones and she wasn't new at all to the game. "I will offer you any help that you may need, Khalessi. In the days to come, I ask you to remember our earlier conversation and to follow me with your Khallasar over the Narrow Sea; so I may reclaim my birthright upon the Iron Throne. "

"I don't forget my promises. " Arya snapped. "Rise. " she commanded of him the scene of him bowing to her felt somewhat wrong and it made her feel uncomfortable. "I will talk to my husband about setting out." She looked at Drogo she knew that he couldn't understand the whole of it but she would later make it up to him.

She re-focused her attention to Viserys once again and continued before he left the tent, "But before that we need allies. Know the North will be by your side. Before I had arrived and before my marriage I had sent a message to my mother and brother. I'm sure my mother and brother will support you given the fact the Lannisters have made it clear to everyone that Lannisters only care about Lannisters. "

"It calms me to know I have the North at my side, as well as the Dothraki of the Free cities. I am pleased with your offer to help my sister and I. " She hears him but all she could focus on was the utter kindness that seemed utterly fake. This was a man she did not know. A man in which only acted in the best interest of himself - his attitude was selfish and his anger was on par of a Dothraki - but everything that she knew about him should have made her look the other way.

She was married. There was simply nothing she could do about the feelings that erupted from within her. She could not discover those feelings. She could not and will not. She felt a hand upon her shoulder. She saw his other free hand gesture in a dismissing motion. She didn't see the longing look from within the Dragon Prince's gaze nor the questionable look within the Princess's eyes. She just saw anger and worry and confusion in her husband's features.

"Anha athzalar yeri are vo making mistakes, tih shekh ma jalan. Anha see the looks ha the pale-haired foreign mahrazh has ha yeri. Anha see the way yeri athtihar at mae. " ( I hope you are not making mistakes, my sun and moon. I see the looks from the pale-haired foreign man has for you. I see the way you look at him).

She understood the blunt of the sentence. She nodded her head. "I will be careful. " she responded and rose on the edge of her toes but he seemed to know what she was doing and leant his down to meet her lips.