hmmm, this is turning out to be so different from how i planned it to be...

oh well, i have to admit i owe it to your ideas, so keep them coming!

I have a little problem describing the fancy clothes they are wear, as a T-shirt and Jeans fan myself, I hope you'll forgive me

Enjoy!

Arya

The king's woods were full of noble lords and ladies. Varys had tried to help Arya learning all the new players in the scene, but it was too much, and she was too tired. She stayed up all of last night, catching up with Jon. He told her of his part in the War of Winter against the White Walkers, he told her of his time beyond the Wall and about the Night's Watch. He explained to her that he had to leave King's Landing as soon as possible with the dragons to continue fighting the White Walkers that were flocking to the Wall. She decided that she was going to join him; she really needed a good fight. And she needed to get always from this awful city.

Someone stepped on her dress and she nearly fell, she cursed under her breath. The queen insisted that Arya would represent house Stark at the legitimization event, and for that Arya was forced to wear a low cut silver dress made of silk and trimmed with white myrish lace. That lace itched like hell, the sleeves were too long and annoying and the dress had a trail that everyone constantly stepped on. The current stepper had actually noticed that he had done some damaged and turned to her to apologize frantically. His hair was pale blond and his eyes were almost purple. At first sight she thought it was Aegon, and her lips curved in an unbidden smile, but then she saw that his face was rounder and his eyes were bigger, and his smile was shy and small. She did know that man, though he hadn't recognized her.

"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me my lady" he bowed his head to her. She snorted at him and he looked shocked.

"Ned, it's fine. I hate this damn thing anyway; I wish you had ripped it all the way".

Ned Dayne looked confused, he squinted at her thoughtfully and when she rolled her eyes at him he smiled heartily, "Arya Stark! How lovely to see you again!" he surprised her by pulling her into a friendly hug. She patted his shoulder, not really knowing what to do. "You have to meet my lady wife, she's a northern too, and she was absolutely thrilled to hear that you're alive and kicking", he called his wife, who was an Umber and introduced her, Arya smiled at how lovingly he looked at his wife and wished them both the best.

She walked a little closer to the dragons so she could be in the front line when the ceremony begins. Nobody else was brave enough to come near the dragons, but Arya was quite accustomed to them. Viserion was looking at her, and she found that she missed her time with the white dragon; it has been a long while since she had a dragon dream. The dragon moved his stare to something behind her. She turned around and burst out laughing. They made Gendry wear a ridiculous garment, it was all yellow with puffy black sleeves, his pants were yellow and black stripes and on his chest there was a leaping stag. He looked miserable. She made a little courtesy and tried not to laugh as she told him "my lord".

"Shut up," he said and tried to scratch his shoulder. It made Arya laugh even harder. He frowned and made a grumpy sound.

"Hey, mine is not much better, these sleeves are quite heavy and don't even get me started on this stupid lace, and my hair's got a thousand pins in it I feel like a giant eagle is scraping at my scalp".

Gendry ran a hand through his hair and then pulled it out quickly, his hand covered in oil, he made a disgusted rant and shook his hand wildly, "all those lords and ladies… I don't know anyone, and they are all so boring", he tried to scratch the back of his neck and his puffy sleeve got in his face. He grunted and hit the sleeve flat, "I'm telling you, I've half a mind to tear this wretched thing and go bare-chested!" he pulled at his tight collar angrily. She chuckled at her friend's distress, "you should, the ladies will sure appreciate it". He stopped messing with his clothes and quirked an eyebrow at her. "What do you say about taking your awful dress off and I'll take this… this thing off too and we'll run naked and free through the woods? No one will even notice we're gone", he actually looked serious. Arya thought of the idea of running free, away from all these false people. Nymeria was waiting for her somewhere in those woods, with Ghost. She smirked at Gendry, "Don't tempt me". He smiled back at her, "why not? I'm so desperate to get out of here that I'm even willing to suffer the sight of your nakedness" he winked at her and she punched his arm, it wasn't like Gendry to act flirty and loose, she found that she rather liked that side of him. "I have to be here for Jon" she told him, and for Aegon a small voice whispered inside her head, she turned to look back at Viserion, the dragon was still staring at her, was that his voice in her head? no, that was stupid.

The crowd went silent as the queen entered the clearing, followed by Aegon, Jon Connington, Barristan the bold and the king's guard. Jon came in last. He was wearing the new garment they made for him; it was a warrior's garment of red and black with a three headed dragon on its chest. Jon seemed very uncomfortable in his new wardrobe. Arya knew that it was because he thought that the commander of the Night's Watch should wear black and only black. This was done against his will, but it was the condition that the queen had presented for giving him the dragons' aid, and Arya thought it was ill done. Jon knew that this means that he cannot be the commander of the Night's Watch anymore, he was to be a prince, and he hated that notion. Arya caught his eye and smiled at him, trying to give him strength to carry on.

They all reached the little stage near the dragons and Daenerys called Howland reed to approach. Reed told the story about Lyanna giving birth to Jon and Eddard Stark's promise to his sister. Daenerys then called for Jon.

"I, daenerys Storm born, of house Targaryen, the first of her name, queen of the seven kingdoms, the Andals and the first men, am here by declare you as my nephew and a true heir and blood to house Targaryen. Be welcome nephew, blood of my blood", and she kissed his cheeks and hugged him. Aegon kissed and hugged Jon too, proclaiming him as his true brother. The crowd cheered as the reunited family faced their dragons.

Daenerys climbed on Drogon's back, Aegon climbed Viserion's. When Jon approached Rhegal Arya held her breath. She had seen what happened to people when they touched the dragons, and she was afraid for her favorite brother, maybe his Stark side will appear and he won't be able to touch the dragon. Do not worry, he's of our blood the voice said in her head, the same voice as before. She averted her gaze from Jon to look at Viserion, and saw that both dragon and rider were staring at her, their eyes burrowing into her soul. She closed her eyes to get away from them but her mind wandered to how it felt when Aegon touched her naked body and the feeling of his lips against her skin. She shook her head and opened her eyes. The dragons started beating their wings and before she knew it they took flight. The crowd gasped in awe at the sight of their beautiful scales glistening in the sunlight like jewels. The dragons circled the clearing three times before flying off to tour the city's sky. Jon told her that they will fly low above the city, throwing coppers down to the people in the streets. Later on they will go to the red keep and have their feast.

Usually Arya would sniff around to see if there was any words of treachery on the crowd, but she found it hard to focus. she could still feel the dragon in her head, and she was afraid that if she closed her eyes again the memories of Aegon's affection will come back, she needed to be a wolf again. She turned to Gendry who was at her side, squinting at the horizon, trying to catch a glimpse of the dragons, and pulled his hand.

"You said something about walking through the woods?" she dragged him after her, away from the crowd and He followed willingly. Someone stepped on her dress and she felt it rip. She didn't care though; she would have to wear another one for that stupid feast anyway.

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They found a nice little pool not far from the clearing and rested there. Gendry made true of his threat and got rid of that silly shirt, he rubbed his collar wildly and sighed in relief. "ahh, much better". He was very well formed, very muscular and solid. Aegon's stomach seemed nothing like that. Gendry caught her staring and smiled victoriously.

"See something that you like, m'lady?" he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She found an acorn next to where she sat and threw it at him, hitting his abs it bounces right back. He laughed and came to sit next to her. They sat silent for a time, watching the ripples in the pool.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly.

She looked at him, puzzled "why shouldn't I be?"

"Well, you're favorite brother is… not your brother anymore"

She found a flat rock and made it jump on the water's surface. "It doesn't change anything; I don't love him any less. He's still Jon, just now he has a direwolf and a dragon" she leaned toward him "Just like when I found out that you're the son of that fat drunken king it didn't make me like you any less". He smiled and pulled her to him for a hug. He kissed her brow gently then pulled her face up to him.

"Come with me to Storm's End" he said, his blue eyes fierce.

Oh no, not this again. He knew her so well, why didn't he understand. "I can't."

"Why not? You have nothing else to do here, you obviously hate this city and they wouldn't even let you keep Nymeria next to you. She hates it here too. With me you won't ever have to wear a dress again". He reached his hand and put a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers stroking her cheek lightly in the process.

She smiled at him, "I'm going to fight the White Walkers in the north alongside Jon. And when that's over I'm going through with my revenge, you know that. They murdered my family, Gendry. They have to pay".

He sighed deeply and looked sad, "who are they? Eyeryone is dead already! Your revenge... Your family have already been avenged, Arya. Maybe it's time to build a new family, your own. Don't you want a little peace in your life; don't you want to start living your own life?"

She lay on her back and stared at the canopy above them. The leaves were rustling in the soft wind. When she was at the gods wood in Winterfell when she was a little girl she thought she could hear the leaves whisper in the wind, but here they were silent. How could she start her own life when she felt so angry and so guilty? She just stood there when they killed her father, she just stood there when they attacked her brother's men at the Twins, and she abandoned her sister and brothers at Westeros when she fled to safety at Bravos, she did nothing to save her family, and she owed them vengeance. Yet, with every day that passed she felt less sure of herself. What would her father think of what she had become?

"No, I have to finish this first"

He sighed again and lay beside her, "Very well, m'lady. But wherever you go, I'm coming with you".

She smiled, "only if you'll wear that wonderful shirt".

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She had to wear yet another uncomfortable dress for the feast, this time a forest green one. When did Daenerys have the time to get her all those dresses for her? In the last couple of months Arya wore more dresses than she had worn in her entire life. Arya Stark could kill a man with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back, but handling a bodice was a much harder task.

When she entered the hall she searched for Gendry, hoping that she could share her suffering with him. Her friend sat at a table with three noble ladies of house Swan, Tarly and Tyrell, swooning over him. He was red as a beet and looked miserable. Arya was set to get him rescued when Jon appeared before her.

"Thank the gods you're here, please save me from these idiots", he pulled Arya with him to the high table where a fearsome debate on which fork should be used for eating a sea bass was taking place. Jon looked miserably at her and signaled her to sit beside him. On his left sat the queen and by her side- Aegon. He was deep in conversation with Arianne of Dorne and he looked more handsome than ever. He looked so good in black and red and he started growing a beard that fitted him perfectly, she hasn't even noticed that this morning.

She turned her face to look at the food served; it was a delicious looking venison, but Arya lost her appetite. She looked around the table and saw that Jon sank in his chair.

"Come on", she told him, "the feast is in your honor, aren't you supposed to be happy or something".

Another man answered her question, "I think that the commander of the Night's Watch is more worried about his men being killed while he's dancing around merrily".

She hasn't even noticed Tyrion Lannister sitting across her, it was as he appeared of nowhere. He smiled at her surprise, scratching the place where his nose has been, his mismatched eyes searching her face.

"We could have used the silver that was spent on this farce for making more weapons. This is such a waste of time", Jon said, playing with his food. Daenerys heard him and cast him a sideway look. She stood up, smiled and held out her hand to Jon, "Dear cousin, would you like to dance?" Jon grunted and stood up, taking the queen's hand in his and leading her to the middle of the hall, the musicians started playing a cheerful melody and Jon span Daenerys skillfuly. From the corner of her eye, Arya could see Aegon grabbing Arianne's hand and dragging her with him to dance, others soon followed. Arya took her knife and started slicing angrily at the meat before her. She hated feasts, and ceremonies, and stupid dresses. Soon she'll be on her way north, and all of this nonsense will be behind her.

"A fine job you did beheading my sweet sister's beautiful head", Tyrion told her, she lifted her head to look at him and gave him a hostile stare.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, she had it long coming to her. I myself would have strangled her a long time ago if she wasn't so fun to mess with". He looked at the knife in Arya's hand, "I just hope that I'm not next on your list, I like having my ugly head".

Arya have managed to carve her piece of meat in the shape of a dragon's head and now put a small pea on it as an eye, she admired her work as she said, "the prince and queen seem to like you, so does my sister and my beloved brother, and I think that you're the only Lannister who haven't tried to kill a Stark. You can keep your head Lord Tyrion, for now". She arranged the cabbage next to the meat so it looked as if the dragon was puffing smoke, and smirked.

"That's very nicely done my lady, but I think it's more appropriate to carve a leaping stag for Venison, don't you think?" Gendry said behind her, smiling.

She cocked her head at her masterpiece, "the antlers would have been tricky…"

He pulled her up, "come and dance with me", she hated dancing, but since she was left alone at the table with a dreary Tyrion Lannister, she decided that dancing was the lesser of two evils.

Gendry span her around skillfully and she had a hard time catching up. "When exactly have you learned to dance, ser blacksmith?" she asked laughing, from the corner of her eye she could see Aegon dancing with Ned Dayne's wife, Jon was now dancing with Arianne.

The music slowed down and Jon came and asked to dance with Arya. Gendry was out of breath, and said that he will retire for the night; he bowed to them and made his retreat. Arya envied him. Arya noticed that the hall was half empty and that more people were leaving, she wondered how much time has passed.

"I remember Septa Mordane yelling at you in frustration, saying that even pigs danced more gracefully than you", Jon told her, grinning, "well, look at you now, little sister. You even put Sansa to shame". Arya stepped on his foot to prove him wrong, and he laughed.

In a short while she was starting to get tired, the wine she had earlier starting to take its effect on her. Jon sensed it, of course, and gracefully led her toward the door.

He escorted her back to her room, her hand woven in his. They stood by her door, and he hugged her and kissed her forehead. "We'll be leaving for battle the day after tomorrow, on the dragons' backs".

"And soon enough I will join you in battle. I'll bring Ghost and Nymeria with me and we'll beat those White Walkers bloody! Errr… if they bleed, that is". She told him, challenging him to say no to her, but he just nodded.

"Of course you will. The dire wolf and the dragon should be one", he looked at the door of her room, "it's been a long day, and you should rest". He hugged her once more, tighter. "My little sister is a fierce grown woman, a warrior princess", he smiled warmly, his grey eyes gleaming with emotion, "your father would have been so proud, and Robb too." He messed up her hair, ruining her hairdo. She pulled out the pins and let her hair loose, smiling lovingly at him. "Good night little sister", he said, and left her.

She sighed and opened the door to her room.

She could smell him before she even saw him sitting on her bed, the candle light illuminating his handsome face and his newly grown beard. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Hello, little assassin".