Hey readers! Obviously if you're reading this then you've decided to stick with me. Thank you! As some of you may have noticed, this is rated M. Please hold up to that standard as you read, because some things may be quite… explicit. I do not recommend anyone under the age of 12 to read this. Anyways I was really bored so I decided to put up another chapter. So…. R&R!! This is a treat for you guys! ((Sorry for any spelling errors my spell check doesn't work very well. Please report any mistakes in the last chapter or in this one in a review))

Disclaimer: Arya may be sexy, but sadly I don't own her. Chris P owns her. *whispers* maybe if I ask nicely…

It took seven guards to wrestle Arya off of her dead mother's body and into her own palace room that she never used. Three of them had stayed to guard her doorway and the other four went to recover Islanzadí's body. She sat on a couch, shaking and crying uncontrollably. Arya didn't notice anything around her. All she knew was that her dear mother was dead and gone. And now she was queen.

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Eragon's chamber wasn't even knocked upon, but was just entered. He whipped around, about to make a smart-mouthed comment until he saw it was a royal messenger. Sighing, Eragon stood up straighter. "What is your message?" he asked the lithe female.

"Eragon Shadeslayer, it is grim new I bring. Queen Islanzadí has passed in her sleep and our ascendant queen is in ruins. She could not hold herself together. It took seven guards to pry her away from her mother's body; she was the one who found it. Arya is… unresponsive to any of our callings. She isn't unconscious, but she might as well be. Could you please come to try and comfort her? Nobody else can reach her in this state." The messenger seemed uncomfortable, talking about personal royal matters.

"What is your name?" Eragon asked.

"I am Kitsonä, sir." She responded immediately.

"Ah. Kitsonä, will you lead me to where Arya sits?"

Kitsonä nodded and left the treehouse, with Eragon close behind. They rushed down the steps, making it to the bottom quickly and the breaking into al all-out run for the palace.

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Arya could hear Eragon's footsteps, but didn't know who he was at the moment, just knowing that they belonged to a male. She was still sobbing and shaking as hard as before, if not harder. The elf didn't even look up as Eragon entered and left the messenger with thanks. He moved slowly towards her, thinking. Arya looks so much smaller and vulnerable when she's in this state…. Saphira had agreed with this and also added in her comment. Do not push her, Eragon. She will loosen up in time. Right now she needs to be comforted, and just to be there for her is enough. It was as much a comment as a warning, but approaching Arya was the farthest thing from Eragon's mind as he looked at her. He slowly walked toward the elf, making his presence known with loud bootsteps. She didn't so much as look up. He sat down gently next to her, putting his arm around her and not in the intimate way.

"I'm so sorry, Arya. She was a great woman and even greater ruler. The elves could not have had anyone better than her. She was a wise woman that made the right decisions always. You will rule just as great. I'm so sorry…" Eragon kept murmuring comforting words into Arya's ear. The elf finally looked up, silent for the moment with tears running down her cheeks in large rivers.

"Eragon. You came." She threw herself into Eragon's lap, startling him as much as herself. She sat sideways where her legs hung off of the couch, with her arms wrapped around Eragon's shoulders and her head buried in his chest. She wailed, shaking and crying harder now that she recognized the man beside her. Here just for her. She didn't even ask him to come, yet he did. Although a messenger probably had sent for him, she couldn't believe that he would actually be here so soon. Was she in that bad of state? Arya decided it didn't matter, and she opened her mind to Eragon to show him her worries, even the one about her loving him.

Eragon felt an insanely strong wave of grief wash over him and he realized Arya had opened her mind to him. Even he was surprised by the amount of sadness in her, and he thought he had known how deep the mother and daughter's connection was. He wasn't even close to grasping what it meant to be mother and daughter, but now he was seeing it through Arya's eyes. The bond went deeper than the core of the planet that they lived on, and richer than any soil that ever existed. He read each stream of thought thrown at him, knowing Arya wanted him to know it all. Eragon looked through at how stressed Arya was, her worries and happiness….

And then he came across it.

He was part of both her worries and her happiness, but for entirely different reasons. She loves me…. Like I love her. Just like I love her. Her feelings for me…. amazingly….. strong…

He sensed how glad she was at him being here and letting her cry on him and everything else he'd ever done for her and that she hoped there would be more in the future although she will be queen of her entire race.

And then she cut the thoughts off. He just realized then that she had stopped shaking. Her racking sobs had calmed. She looked up at him. "Everything's true." She murmured quietly through her tears, which were still running freely.

Eragon took in Arya's face. "I'm not taking you back to your rooms. You're going to stay here with me until dark." Arya nodded. "That would be for the best." She said. She put her head onto Eragon's muscular chest once more and fell asleep against his sodden shirt.

A bit of romance there, guys. This chapter isn't that much longer than the other one but they will get longer in time. Please review, again I put up this chapter 'cuz I was bored and I wanted to bring you all into the vortex muhahahahaha (not really just want you guys to read this) Alright I'll wait for reviews then write the third chapter!