Hey guys! thank you so much for your great reviews! you really got me thinking on which should be the main pairing in this one, I guess it's up to Arya. Sorry again for mispellings and grammar issues, i'm working on a Beta :)

Aegon

"You know you can't take her with you", Jon was looking through the window in their room. The Green fork was streaming lazily. After the long winter they hardly had rains this year, but the small folk were happy anyway. The crops were exquisite this year and they all said it was because the dragons have returned. Halden said that it was because human corpses were a good fertilizer for the starving earth, and ash makes the crops yield more fruits. Now it was time to harvest the fruits of war. Jon turned to him, waiting for an answer. Aegon knew he was right, Jon was always right, but he couldn't bear to tell Arya that she couldn't come because he didn't trust her.

"She won't like it" there were times that he saw Arya looking at the map, her eyes gazing wildly at the mark that showed the Twins. And when Gendry asked her who ruled the Twins now that most of the Freys are dead, she just whispered "Traitors" and galloped away. If he was to make peace with the Freys and judge them for their crimes, for the sake of the Starks and the northmen, he can't have Arya there, shooting poison from her eyes, and maybe other places as well.

"And you think that the lord Frey would like to wake up in the morning and find all of his household dead in the great hall while a pig's head is sewn to his son's body?"

"Do you really think she would do this? Even if I asked her not to?" sometimes he forgot that Arya was a trained assassin. She was so small, and so pretty. So smart and talented. She would be a great queen, Aegon thought bitterly, it was a pity that the very thought of it made her hurl. Never have he met someone like her. The girls at court were always giggling stupidly when he talked to them and blushing and talking nonsense. He was never bored with Arya. She could actually teach him things that he didn't know; even Halden was impressed with her knowledge.

"They murdered her brother and mother under the guest right, they deserve nothing less. But you are a prince now, and you seek the good of the realm. And the good of the realm is peace. The seven kingdoms have no more blood to shed. You will judge them for their crimes, and maybe sentence to death a few that were actually at that wedding, you can let her execute them as the king justice, but you know it wouldn't be enough for her. She can't come, Aegon."

"You're right, you're always right" he sighed. Now he would have to leave her here to wait for him. At least Gendry will be here to entertain her. She always have smiles for him. Aegon was trying to make her smile for him, but all he got was serious icy stares. She wasn't like that with Gendry, always sending him small smiles, punching his arm playfully. Why couldn't she punch him? Because he was a prince. And you can't punch a prince. He told Halden to keep Gendry on a short leash, and don't give him any spare time, he has to learn how to be a lord, he can't play around. He tried to keep Arya busy too, but it seems that she always found a way to be around Gendry. And now, it will be just the two of them all smiles and punches. And all Aegon will get is icy stares for preventing the revenge she lived for.

"Maybe we should take Gendry with us?"

Jon looked at him, surprised "To what end?"

"Well, he's strong, if there will be any trouble…"

"Duck and the guys will handle it, and if it needs be, you will call Viserion. That lump needs to learn how to be a lord. And then we can get rid of him, and you can have your Arya back". Aegon shot him a surprised look "you think I don't notice things, my prince? You should go tell her, be brave lad, she won't take it nicely".

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He knew where to find her; it was like he could sense her being near him. He never quite understood the connection he had with his dragon, but he appreciated it more than anything else in his life. Sometimes he would dream of flying, hunting. He would wake up and taste blood in his mouth. Viserion didn't like humans, he almost burned Jon once for just coming too close, but it was different with Arya. She sat on a stone next to the big dragon, whetting her sword.

"How did you get him to like you? He never lets anyone near him." He petted his dragon's head. He liked the fact that no one else can touch his dragon. Viserion was his alone.

She shrugged, putting her sword away, "don't know, but it goes both ways", she pulled an apple out of nowhere and started nibbling it. She paused for a minute looked at him thoroughly, then pulled out another apple and threw it at him, he caught it with his left hand, his right one still on the dragon's back. "Thanks".

"You seemed hungry, is Cunnington not feeding you properly? You should eat well before going to the Twins, I heard that it's not safe to dine there". She sat down on the stone again and swiftly braided her hair. He liked her braid; it made her look like an ancient warrior, all she lacked was a crossbow slung across her back, she was already dressed as a warrior.

He turned his gaze back to his dragon, not able to look at her when he said "Arya… I need you to stay here while I'm at the Twins".

Silence. He turned to look at her; she was staring hard at him, rage seeping from every pore in her body. "Why?"

He sighed; this is not going to end well. "Well, now that everyone knows that you're a Stark, bringing you there to judge them… will look like a personal vendetta, they will blame me for taking sides, it might ruin the fragile peace we have and…"

"You're afraid I'm going to kill them all."

"Arya…"

"You don't trust me to control myself, you think me stupid and weak and driven only by vengeance. I thought you knew me better than that."

"Arya, that's not… there will be justice done for the north… it's just not sending the right message to bring you there, and it's not fair…"

"Justice? I thought I was the king justice. You made me a promise Dragon Prince. You said I could avenge my family."

"You will, I would sentence those who are guilty to death and you can execute them…"

"THEY ARE ALL GUILTY!" she screamed at him, kicking the stone she was sitting on. He had never seen her like this, so furious, so out of control, "They don't deserve to sit on their chairs, feasting, enjoying life, surrounded by family" she slashed her sword at every word. Viserion growled at her, and she stopped, breathing heavily and said in a low voice "they should all suffer, maybe you should send Viserion to burn them all, I can play "the ruins of Castamere" on my flute when the screaming begins". She turned her stare to him, piercing ice, anger, hate and pain. So much pain.

"And that's why you can't come with me, Arya". He reached his hand, holding hers just for a moment, before she shrugged away from him. Her eyes lost their fierceness. "And who will protect you, Aegon? What if they kill you too and I won't be there to stop them… I'm coming with you; I promise I won't kill anybody unless he attacks you." Surprisingly she took his hand in hers, her eyes worried. He knew that it was just a trick to get him to surrender to her will, but he cherished the moment anyway. He took her hand and kissed it gently. It was softer than he ever imagined it.

"I have my men, I'm sure ten of them are as good as one of you. And if needs be, I'll call Viserion, you do trust him with my life don't you?"

"What if it would be too late?"

"Arya, this is my decision. You're not going". She turned from him angrily. He couldn't bear her being mad at him.

"I'll make it up to you!" he shouted at her and she stopped, "On our way to Storms End we'll make another detour, a rather large one, and we will visit the vale. And your sister".

She didn't even look back to him when she disappeared into the woods. He turned to Viserion, and petted his large head "You keep an eye on her while I'm gone, won't you"?

The dragon turned to look at him, and puffed smoke in his face. Through the smoke Aegon though that he saw his dragon nodding.