House of Metal 54
Daenerys Targaryen had not expected her bluf to be called. Words said to Daario in anger mere moments before his banishment were not expected to be taken seriously, but a letter from the so called Aegon asking about an invitation to her upcoming wedding had been absurd.
But she was not going to back down, especially not to some pomped up little shit who thought just because he shared her name he could fuck her. So a wedding was prepared, invitations were sent out, and about an hour before it was to take place, Arya Stark was told that she was going to be Wed to Daenerys Targaryen and needed to be fitted for formal wear and that a cloak had been sent from the west.
As she walked towards her third betrothed, Dany couldn't help but smile at how completely confused the young Stark was at the most recent turn of events. The wolf was taking the procession in stride, but it was clear that questions would soon be asked.
Getting married was old hat for the Dragon Queen, but Arya had never even seen one take place, so the bemused and rather confused expression that adorned her face did not leave as the Septon, the chosen religion to be wed under, started the ceremony.
"You know," the wolf whispers to the queen as the septon drones on, "I follow the old gods."
"And?" Dany whispers back
"I don't follow the seven," Arya tells her
"Ah, well, we'll fix that eventually," Dany replies, which causes the Stark to look over at her with a startled expression.
She had thought that the marriage was just for show, to prove to that blonde asshole in the first row of spectators that Dany was serious in her conviction to never marry him. She couldn't know that Daenerys had always taken vows very seriously, even ones she did not really wish to make. It was a matter of pride that she had never been the first to break her word to another, and as far as she was concerned, she never would be.
Also helping Arya's case as the future Queen consort was the fact that all four of her children actually liked the wolf girl. The Dragons were far more tolerant of her presence than they were of anyone else save Missandei, and even the Queen' favored advisor was not allowed to rub their neck scales as Arya was. And Rhaego just loved the norther wolf, one of his first words had been 'wolf.'
Arya did not know how well equipt she was to help take up a position as the Queen's bride. True enough, before Dany had angrily declared that she would rather marry her than Aegon, she had not thought of how well the Stark had wheedled her way into her heart and family.
So as they exchanged cloaks, one of the few things that Dany was thinking was that it may not be so bad. Arya was just wondering how to tell her family she'd gotten married and they hadn't received invitations.
