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Chapter 6: Hearts

Arthur

"Oh for bloody sake!"

He couldn't concentrate, missing his shot and cursed that only Theon and Arya are the most skilled archers. He set the bow down and downed some more water from his cup, looking longingly at the arrow in the dummy's chest and not the head as he wanted it to do so. Deciding to take a break he plopped down on the bench and under the shade that is protecting him from the heat of the sun, and his mind going to new problems he has to take care of.

Mya.

The King had offered him her hand when it could have easily and should go to another's, he'd say that he was a bastard and he shouldn't have the right but Mya is also a bastard as well so this destroys his argument. She hasn't voiced her concern towards the match or visited him period since the offer was made by the King, like she was avoiding him, either out of shyness or humiliation for being offered to a bastard.

This caused him to heat up with a strange anger, did she think he wasn't good enough and if so why give him her favor during the melee? She wasn't making any sense. He wanted to confront her but every chance he got she just ran off or ordered him to come back another time, each making him more jagged and flustered in embarrassment. The thing was he was making an effort in order to make a decision and each time it is seeming as if she doesn't want anything to do with him, maybe he should refuse Robert's offer and continue his path as a warrior instead, that's where he should be.

Taking himself from the primary one he smiled at how proud his father was

"Arthur?" He sharply turned and his eyes gazed at his little sister, Arya stood there with Jory and covered in dirt.

"What's wrong little sister? Fall during your dancing lesson?" He teased though he knows his sister isn't actually practicing her dance moves, no she is practicing swordplay though it's more of an Essosi style than his Westerosi. She smiled lightly but it soon faltered, that caused him to approach her and lift her chin to meet his eyes. "What is it?" He asked and instead of his sister speaking, she lept into his arms with tears streaming down her face.

She was speaking strange obscenities that were so fast he couldn't understand. Shaking her back to some form he looked into her eyes, like his own.

"Speak sense, what is it?" He asked once more and what she said had him worried.

"Someone's going to kill father! I heard them!" She cried as she jumped into his arms, tugging tightly like he was going to disappear at any moment.

That someone would dare attempt such a thing on his father: The Hand of the King is borderline insane. The King would go to war with the very shadows if needs be to keep his friend safe, but he is curious as to where and who Arya heard these distressful things.

He accompanied Arya and Jory along the way, hearing his sisters story. She was chasing a cat into the depths of the Red Keep where the dragon skulls were kept, it was there she saw two men talking about lions fighting wolves and that they were plotting against the Hand of the King, last thing she was talking about is some girl being married to some savage, all of it made no sense and he made a point to ask her these questions in the coming hours about them.

As was expected his father didn't believe her either, chastising her about having the guard looking for her. Once this was done the Hand of the King turned to him, his stare is heavy on him.

"Arthur, my son. Have you made a decision? The King has been pestering me about it since the end of the tourney a week ago." He internally groaned at the mention of his dilemma, not wanting to be here he tried to leave but Jory the Traitor blocked the door. Hearing his father sigh he turned back to him, "You can't get around this, a decision needs to be made. Say no or yes." He was told and he grits his teeth at his father like it was so damned easy to make a decision like this.

How can he make a decision without knowing how Mya felt, he is too conflicted because of his own feelings on the matter. Does Mya disapprove of the offer? Does she like the thought of being with him forever? He shook his head mentally, the thought making him feel like an overconfident ladies man. Maybe he should just confront her, to rip the bad cloth away and get it over with.

"I will. Just need some time. That is all I want."

Mya

She huffed and rolled around to the other side of the bed, her head laying neatly on the soft pillow. Usually, she is out and about, enjoying her life to the fullest such as fighting and riding her horse around the Kingswood and on the hills within the Crownlands. She doesn't mope or contemplate dilemma's, doesn't get moody and hide in her chambers from anyone, no one.

And yet she is.

Arthur. Before the Melee so long ago she wouldn't have thought of him in a romantic way, or be confused about confronting him after her father offered her to him. She will happily admit that Arthur had grown on her, they became friends in a place where bastards are looked upon in disgust. And yet? She can't bring herself to see him, or to talk to him as she had done in the past weeks since he and his family came to the capital.

There were times when the prick had her, asked her to speak to him but she wouldn't. Out of pride and embarrassment simply because of the blood rushing to her cheeks when she would look his way, passing by a hall and watching him speak to Jaime or walking with his father or one of the Hands household guards. The past week she had been feeling this way, fear and worry and... Joy.

She secretly wanted this, she hates that fact because if not Arthur then the woman who is Queen will inevitably find a way to remove her from the court, marrying her to some abusive man she's never met. Arthur is cut from the same cloth as her, both have people of their House that treats them unfairly, both are born out of desire between two people not meant to be.

Her half-sister said that she should talk with Arthur, to see what he wants to do. Myrcella is a dreamer, always ready to choose the better option rather than believe in impossibilities. The truth of the matter was that Arthur isn't looking for marriage, no he is looking for glory just like a young squire. And as much as she thinks Arthur would adhere to her desires, his desires are a primary.

She rolled over and stared at the canopy, her hair sprawled out onto the sides and she covered her eyes. "What am I going to do- " A sudden knock came to the door, she jumped and turned to glare at the entrance.

"Who is it? I said I don't want to be bothered." She said with defiance though this stubbornness dwindled when she heard who it was, and again the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"It's me. It's Arthur, may I come in?"

Oh Shit!

Arthur/Mya

He decided to get it over with, he needed to know what she thought because he won't rip her future away. Whether that is to be beside him or not, he just needs to know what to tell the King. Yes or no is what his father wants and that is what he has come to get, looking at Mya's door he heard only silence and that had him worried, maybe he should have brought someone to get him inside.

"Mya? Please, let us talk this over. I need to know, how you feel." This is bothering him so much, and her silence isn't helping to cease this already stubborn feeling.

The shuffling of feet was herd and it stopped as it got closer, but the door still remained closed. He faintly heard her sigh and pressed something against the door, her back maybe. He tilted his head and pressed a hand to the door as well and decided to try it one more time, to get her to talk to him after all this time since he won against all those in the melee.

"If you are listening, please hear me. The Kings offer, that isn't mine to decide on my own, its both of ours. Both of our futures are in this." He started and he sighed before continuing, "I know you, you are a woman who holds true to your way, never bowing and stands on your feet. You also know, I take care of my friends and won't give up on them. Meet me in the Godswood where the Heart Tree's trunk lays, if you will see me. If not then I won't drag this out, I will tell the King no and continue on my path." He made his offer and left, with haste.

Beyond the door, Mya had to cover her mouth so she wouldn't choke, because tears were all that she can bear. She hugged her knees and wiped away her tears, cursing the Northern Bastard for doing this to her.

She stood up after a few minutes and paced back in forth, drinking wine and water, laying in her bed and thought about what the Seven Hells to do until she finally decided.

Nightfall came quickly, she dressed in her casual brown trousers and shirt. Along with this she clasped a hooded cloak around her and began heading out to meet Arthur because this matter needs to be settled and now.

The moment she got to the entrance of the gardens she stopped herself with a shaking hesitance, she wondered if she is really and truly ready to come clean. With a closed fist she rested it against her beating heart, thinking about what will happen in the next few moments and what will be said between her and Arthur. She is afraid of what he will tell her, or what he will think of what she might say to her.

"Just get it done." She told herself and pushed onward, walking into the gardens and passing by a couple patrolling guardsmen. Soon enough she made it to the place he wanted to meet.

He looked stunning with the moon shining above and illuminating him, and when he looked at her with that damned smile of his it made her flush again. She crossed her arms and took small steps towards Arthur with her eyes averting his gaze, stopped when they were but a foot and a half away from one another.

Arthur left his room late that day after seeing his father, the Hand of the King was in a bad mood over a decision made by the King and Small Council. What it was he didn't know but it involved his father getting into a heated argument with the King. He then decided against pursuing further and quickly left for the Godswood, to wait for Mya to arrive and see him.

And he couldn't help but smile upon seeing his friend come to him, dressed in a cloak and shirt and trousers. Many comparisons between her and Arya, almost like they were twins but of a different age. She came close to him, but even then he could see she was nervous and that in turn made him nervous, for what? He doesn't know.

"I'm glad you came. We need to clear the room, of what you and I want." He hinted and she just remained silent, he sighed because of it. "I wanted your input, about you being offered to me. It's your future too, you have as much say in this decision. So let me know what you think? What do you want to do.. and I will follow you." He told her with a soft tone of voice. She grits her teeth and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him closer to her.

"What in the Seven Hells is wrong with you?! Why do you even care about my input? It's your decision, not mine! I'm just a woman and in this world, we don't get to make choices!... Not even bastards." She uttered after shouting at him, asking why he even cares and what she thought. Her eyes welled and her expression was pained and angry, he felt sorry for her.

"Because you're my best friend." He shocked her with this statement, forcing her to let go of him as he continued. "Jaime is my mentor. Jon and the others are my siblings. Yet you are one of the only real friends I made that aren't close in kinship with me. That's why I am leaving our decision to you, it's both of our futures so I'd like to know what you thought." He ended and saw he stand and stare, mouth agape and eyes widened by his words.

"What if... If... I... " She couldn't believe this, what was she going to say after what he said. Arthur standing there and waiting for her to respond, but what she wants to say is something he might not like. Maybe she should have just stayed away from him the moment they met, this would have been much easier to say no... But no isn't the word she wants to say.

"Mya. If it's no then I understand. We can just be frie- " She cut him off by just ripping off the bandage and saying what she felt.

"No! I... Arthur.. I love you!"

A/N: So ends chapter 6 and on a cliffhanger. So the temporary pairing has begun, Dany is still end-game but figured since Dany had a love (Two Actually) Arthur should. Mya wont end up dead, have big plans for her in the future with another (hint, hint) Yeah this chapter was mostly fluff but I still hope it was an enjoyable chapter either way. Now to the reviews you all gave me, I'd also like to say I am eternally grateful for all the support this and others are getting. Check out my roster of new stories and see which one you would be most interested in reading from me.

Alec-Potter, Thank you. And plenty of shit will go flying in later chapters.

Marvelmyra, Many reviews and I will answer the best ones. Sadly Roberts obsession is his doom, cant be changed unless you made Lyanna a man instead of a woman. Sansa will get a clue... Probably never but maybe. Yeah he could have refused, but getting approval from his father means a lot to Arthur.

Metal Flash, Was going to let it be Meryn Trant but it didn't seem epic enough and didn't want Arthur to lose. Marriage wont go through, yes but a romance is sorta budding.

Wolfking0811, Sorry no Gerold this time but he'll appear in other stories. I have a plan for Dawn to come into Arthur's hands.

Sparky-She-Demon, Most certainly. Jaime does. I did cast Arthur Snow with the appearance of Spencer Macpherson.

Welp this concludes the chapter, and the next story updated will most likely be War and Blood. Chiao!