Hey guys, I set the rating to M because of a little graphic scene in this chapter, though i try not to make it too pornographic as i saw in some other fics... I hope you like it:)

there's going to be more gendry from the next episode and on.

thanks again for all the reviews, it really keeps me going.

Aegon

"It's about bloody time we leave this place, if I hear another word about magnificent Harry's valor in battle I swear I'll put myself in one of their famous sky cells and jump", Jon said to him, scratching his gloved hand feverishly. Aegon chuckled, Harry Arryn did like to talk about himself, a lot.

"Tell the men that we're leaving tomorrow at dawn, and send Arya here, I want to talk to her about this".

Jon scratched his head, muffling his graying red hair. "You should leave the girl here, with her sister. She needs to heal."

Aegon knew that Jon meant more than physical healing. He thought Jon was right, as usual. He wished he could just let her go. "My aunt asked for her to return as well. And she is the queen". He gave Jon his most commanding stare, not wanting to argue over this, not wanting his resolve to wither. Jon knew that look; he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "As you say" he said, and left the room.

Aegon sat back in his chair and sighed. He unfolded the letter his aunt sent him and read it again,

Dear nephew,

I was sorry to hear about your losses in the Vale, and I hope that you have fully recovered from your own injuries.

I am glad to inform you that ser Robbet Swan and his men were able to take hold of Storm's End without much bloodshed and they are negotiating with the leaders of the rebellion. I hope that you will reach there soon with your proposition for them, for I fear that the peace will not hold for long.

On your way to Storm's End you must visit us here at Kings Landing; we have the honor of hosting some of our Dornish friends who have come to discuss the matter of your engagement to Princess Arianne. The princess herself is also present and she is anxious to meet you.

Please make sure that Lady Stark is coming with you, she will be needed.

Give my regard to Lady Sansa,

Dany

His aunt was angry with him for going to the Eyrie instead of hasting to solve the crisis in Storm's End. He didn't know how he was going to solve this now. Haldon is dead and Gendry is not prepared to be a lord yet, he needs more training, more confidence. Aegon had no maester to spare for this task.

She wanted to seal his marriage as well, so there will be a Targaryen heir. Dany has searched everywhere for the third piece of their puzzle, a man or a woman that will act as the third dragon, but to no avail. Everyone who even got close to the dragons got burned. It was up to him to hold the dynasty. And they made him a match in Dorne, he was to marry his cousin. It was absurd. And from what he heard of Arianne, she wasn't happy about the match either, she was a free spirit and she wanted to stay in Dorne, where a woman was worth more. Maybe he could talk to her and end this farce. Maybe it would be better for the realm if he paired up with a woman from the north.

He smiled to himself. Arya was treating him different, she smiled at him often and he even caught her blushing once. She started acting a bit like a woman, with her sister's enthusiastic encouragement. Aegon was afraid that all this progress will disappear once she gets back to hacking heads. Dany wrote that Arya was needed back at King's Landing; did it mean that she has to get rid of some unrequired men? Aegon decided that he will never let her kill anyone ever again. I will make you heal, my little assassin.

He searched for the gift that he brought her from the twins. He hoped that it will bring her peace and not send her in a fit of fury. You can never know when it's up to Arya, which was what he loved about her.

She entered the room, not even knocking. She was wearing a strange dress. The bodice was made of brown leather, tight to her body and with a low cleavage that made her breasts look bigger than they were. It had short linen sleeves. The skirts were forest green with brown underlining and it reached only an inch beneath her knee. She wore high leather boots, on her waists she wore a sword belt, and her long brown hair was in its usual braid. She was like an ancient warrior that came out from a song. She was looking at him impatiently.

Aegon realized he was staring. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, "New dress?"

Arya wrinkled her nose in distaste, "Sansa's idea of a compromise", she clasped her hands together and battered her eyelashes "oh Arya! In this dress you can fight AND be a woman, isn't it wonderful?" she mimicked her sister's voice and gestures perfectly. Aegon had to laugh, Sansa was getting on his nerves too; she was too sweet and too courteous, and her attempts of setting Arya and him together were very plain, though she must think that she was very cunning. Varys warned him about her when he first met her, "she is Peter Baelish's best student, and that means that you should never trust her" the master of whisperers told him. He saw very well how she is the one who controls the Vale, not her tedious husband. She tried to manipulate her little sister too, but she came to find that it wasn't that easy.

"Well, I hate it! How can I run in a dress, or ride a horse properly?" Arya said angrily as she sat down in the chair in front of him. On her neck was a new necklace, a black leather string with a little direwolf made of copper. Did Sansa give it to her?

"We're leaving here tomorrow morning, we have to make a stop at King's Landing" he gave her the letter "it seems like the queen have some business for us". She read the letter quickly and put it aside. "Great" she said bitterly, "I guess I should go and sharpen my sword, it's been a while since I was needed". She got up and turned to leave.

"Arya, sit." He commanded, and she obeyed. She didn't look at him and she seemed very restless. He took a deep breath, and reached for her hand, it was now or never. "I don't want you to be the King's Justice anymore", she gave him a cold stare and her nostrils flared, she squinted viciously at him and tried to pull her hand from his, he didn't let her. "I want to be with you, I don't want to marry Arianne… I want you. If you'll agree, I'll talk to Dany and I'll talk to Arianne, I know she doesn't want this. I… Just…. You're different. You complete me." She just stared at him, her eyes void of all emotion. Come on Arya, give me something. But she just sat there, silent and motionless, her mouth set in a tight angry line.

"Look, you don't have to decide now, it's a long way to King's Landing", he said letting go of her hand. Aegon sighed; it can never be easy with Arya. "I have something for you", he reached behind him and grabbed her present. He placed it on the table in front of her. Her eyes widened at the look of it.

"I took it from the Twins. I thought it should be yours, or your family's. I wish I could give you your brother back, but at least you'll have something to remember him by".

Arya reached her hand to the iron and bronze circlet that was her brother's crown. Her fingers touched it gingerly, as if it was going to bite her. She bit her lower lip and grabbed it. She looked at it closely and smelled it. She held it high and inspected every inch of it, every scratch, and every bent. Finally she hugged it close to her heart and lowered her head to it.

When she lifted her head to look back at him her eyes were filled with emotion.

"Thank you", she whispered to him. She got up and left the room in a hurry.

"I guess that was a no", he said to the empty room.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

He woke up when he felt someone sitting on his bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Arya was sitting crossed legged on the left corner of his bed, still in that warrior dress, her hair was loose on her shoulders. She was looking at him.

"Arya, is something wrong? Did something happen to your sister?"

She shook her head and stood up, "no, nothing. It was just a stupid idea. Good night, Dragon prince. I'll see you in the morning". She turned to leave.

He got up quickly, glad that tonight he wore something to bed, and blocked her way. "What is it? The last time you sneaked into my room at night you tried to kill me, little assassin." He smiled warmly at her and lifted her chin with his finger, so he could look into her icy grey eyes. She seemed lost and confused, not sure of herself. He could smell wine on her breath. It was not like her to get drunk. Her eyes were all red and swollen, did she cry?

He stroked her hair slowly, his gaze not leaving hers. She reached her hand and stroked his cheek; "I just wanted to give you something…" she pulled him down to her and kissed him hard.

It was so different from the first time, their kiss was passionate and fierce, she pulled him closer and devoured him with her mouth, he broke the kiss just to set little kisses on her neck and collar bone, she breathed heavily and let out a little moan, and he thought he can never be happier. He grabbed her lower lip with his teeth and pulled it to him, renewing their kiss. If possible it was even more passionate. He pushed her against the wall so she cannot run away again, like she did last time. She wrapped one foot around his waists as he kissed her neck and the top of her breasts. "This dress is silly, you should get it off" he whispered in her ear, and then nibbled on her earlobe. She put her foot back on the ground and pushed him from her to the bed. He sat down, watching her undress, Fascinated. She never took her icy stare from him. The bodice was off in a second, revealing round perfect breasts the size of small apples. He sat still and adored her, memorizing the picture in his mind. He didn't know why she wanted to do this now, but he hoped that this is the answer for his request. She wanted to be his wife, she wanted to be his. He guessed that the crown was a good present after all.

He looked up at her and smiled widely. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled her down to him. He kissed every inch of her, giving a little more attention to her breasts and her nipples, enjoying the little sounds that she made. When he reached her face he looked at her, her eyes were closed. He stroked her smooth cheek and she opened her big stormy eyes. He wanted this to last forever, the night was still young, and she was so beautiful.

But Arya was never a patient woman; she reached down and pulled off his breeches. He smiled at her and kissed her hard. She pulled him closer to her and wrapped one leg around his waists.

He managed to stop himself, somehow, and ask her "are you sure you want to do this? now?" he sure as hell didn't want to stop now, but he had to give her a chance to pull back if she wasn't ready.

She pulled him down for a kiss. They made love three times that night.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

He lay beside her, exhausted. He closed his eyes, happy and content. He couldn't stop smiling. He wanted to do this from the first time he saw her, almost six moons ago. When they reach King's landing he'll tell Dany he's going to marry Arya, and she will be his wild princess, they'll roam through the seven kingdoms and across the narrow sea, bringing peace and prosperity for the realm. He smiled and turned to hug her.

She was gone.

He sat up and looked around him. She was fully dressed and pulling up her boots.

"Arya, where are you going?" he asked her anxiously, not understanding. Doesn't she want to stay the night with him; is she afraid of being caught?

She looked at him with a blank stare, and then came a bit closer to him, still saving her distance. "I gave you a gift of great value, a gift that a woman can give only once. You'll have something to remember me by". She was ending this, he was so confused.

"Why?"

She knew what he meant, she turned her cold stare to the window, "I don't want to be your wife, I can't. I'm not a lady, and I'm certainly not a bloody princess. I don't care about the wellbeing of the people of Westeros: Lannisters, Freys, Boltons, Tyrells, Paynes… I want them all dead. I am not finished with my revenge, I don't know if I ever would. You can't save me Dragon Prince, I'm a lost cause – I am a royal assassin, and I like it". A small smile appeared on her face.

He could almost feel his heart breaking in his chest. Why is she doing this to him? Giving him everything then snatching it all away from him. He couldn't move, all he could do was stare at her, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"So this meant nothing to you, I mean nothing to you?"

She looked back at him, frowning, hesitating. She bit her lower lip, the lip he kissed just a few moments ago. She opened her mouth once, and then closed it. She turned away and walked to the door.

"Arya, don't do this" he said in a low voice.

She turned her head to look behind her shoulder as she said seriously "It is for the good of the realm. See you at dawn", and she was gone.

Aegon lay back slowly and burried his face in his pillow.

It smelled like her.