I didn't feel like waiting for reviews. I'm bored and this story's probably not gonna get looked at till tomorrow (it's really late) so forgive me if it's a bit clumsy, but I'm going to write this and then… maybe put up the next chapter!

Disclaimer: Chris P owns these books, I'm not in any way going to either. I want Arya though…. Me likey her.

Anyways, here we go!

The guards outside of Arya's door knew better than to peek into the room. The Queen's advisor, a white raven named Blagden, sat on one of the guard's shoulder. "Do not be tempted. Eragon is taking care of my master's offspring." The usually parable-speaking bird even seemed depressed by Queen Islanzadí's death, not bothering to try to sound the way he usually was. Blagden often looked to the floor. He didn't know what to do next, and neither did the guards for that matter, so they stayed alert and didn't let the city know yet about the queen's death, as was customary.

Eragon stayed where he was, having all of the patience of an elf as he sat on the couch with Arya in his arms, watching the grieving elf sleep. He kept in check with her, entering her mind every so often as not to disturb her but to make sure that she was alright, not dreaming anything horrible. She appreciated it, drowsily acknowledging him every time he checked on her. He sat still as a statue for her, for hours upon hours. As long as you need me, I am here. Eragon had whispered to her. He knew she had heard him. He was willing to wait eons before having her wake up, anything to keep comfort to his queen, his want-to-be-love, his best friend.

Eragon, where are you? Saphira asked through their mental connection. Are you still with Arya? Have you eaten yet today? It's well past noon, you know, almost sunset-

Yes, I know full well Saphira. I am in Arya's private palace chambers with her, she is sleeping in my arms. She is the one that put herself there, by the way. No, I haven't eaten yet today. I'm not hungry. I'm not sure if anyone will be able to today. Well, anyone who knows about Islanzadí, that is. Eragon responded.

Saphira smiled through the connection. So she told you about her love, did she?

You KNEW?! Eragon thought.

Well of course I did. Arya's told me many things. Saphira told him. But let's not get carried away. How long has she been asleep?

Eragon thought back a moment. About seven hours. She hasn't moved. And don't worry, I've been checking in her mind. She's sleeping as peacefully as she can at the moment.

Alright. Would you like some food?

Eragon chuckled in his mind at that. No thanks, Saphira. We'll be fine.

Little One….. Do not get carried away. Saphira warned gently.

Eragon nodded and ended the conversation. Arya moved slightly. Her eyes fluttered and she murmured, "Eragon.. are you still here?"

"Yes, Arya. I've been here the whole time."

"I know that. I've felt you in my mind. Thank you for doing that though." She squirmed, sitting upright in his lap. She looked fully awake now.

"You cut your hair." Eragon said, just now noticing how short her braiding was.

She made a small smile. "Yes, I did. It was getting a bit long."

They stopped talking, enjoying the silence a little bit. Eragon spoke up after a few minutes. "Would you like me to take me to your quarters now, Arya?" He asked gently.

Arya thought for a minute. When she spoke, she spoke hesitantly. "Last time I recall, there is a spare bedroom in your treehouse. May I stay there?"

Eragon nodded. "If it is what you wish, my Queen."

Arya scoffed. "You are not to call me that. You are to keep calling me by name, even though I'm rising rank. We will be friendly and not formal to each other. Perhaps more than just friendly."

Eragon agreed quickly. He liked that thought, but pushed it away for now. I don't need to think about that now. Just the welfare of Arya.

He stood up, moving Arya's body so that he could carry her. She didn't mind it. He left the room, informing the guards of her whereabouts. They heard, and were allowed off-duty. The only way to leave this part of the palace was to pass by the queen's chambers. The door was left open, and in the common room there was a beautiful casket. All knew who it contained.

Arya began to cry once again, seeing what was in the room. Eragon held her close and exited the palace. No one had stared as Eragon walked by carrying Arya. Everyone had already figured it out. Many elves wore black cloth over their faces, but many also walked with tears plain on their face. Even the elf children held themselves with poise, but could not help the red eyes that they possessed from tears. Eragon could feel wetness stinging his own eyes, and was not ashamed of it as he began to climb the stairs to his dwelling.

I am glad I was in Ellesmera at the time. He thought. Or else Arya may have been worse.

He reached the top of the stairs with ease, and Saphira was waiting for the two. Eragon set Arya's feet on the floor, but she wouldn't let go of him. He left a hand on her hip to make sure she didn't fall.

The blue dragon stared at the elves while they crossed the room, thinking to herself. Maybe they will work out after all.

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Eragon entered the spare bedroom with Arya glued to his side. The rider had never been in this room. He glanced around and figured he'd be seeing more and more of this room as time went on. He had Arya sit down on the bed, which didn't even creak.

"Will you be alright for tonight?" Eragon asked.

"I think I will be." She stood up, walking towards him. She pressed herself to his front. Eragon looked at Arya's eyes, which were level with his, and waited for her to continue speaking. "I would like just one thing before I attempt to rest this evening."

"And what is that, Arya?" Eragon asked.

She surprised him.

Arya pressed her lips to his, and Eragon's automatically conformed to the shape of hers. She opened her mouth and they exchanged tongues, Eragon caressing the area underneath her tongue and Arya doing the same to him. All they felt was pure pleasure. Eragon's hands slid to her hips, and Arya draped her arms around his shoulders. He gently grabbed her, and she sighed.

This exchange went on for about twenty minutes; Arya not wanting to stop and same with Eragon. They shared feelings. Their lips never moved from their partners, due to them both knowing that would lead to something they weren't ready for. Arya and Eragon had their minds wide open to each other, to they wouldn't have to speak.

You're amazing, Eragon thought.

As are you, Arya told him.

I've never kissed anyone before, Eragon.

I haven't either, Arya.

They slowed down, not for breath but because they thought they should. Mouths closed and lips stayed pressed together for awhile. Arya withdrew hers and Eragon did the same. She placed her head on his shoulder, and they moved their arms and hands to mid-back on their partner.

"I love you, Arya." Eragon whispered.

"I love you too, Eragon." Arya whispered back.

She and Eragon walked to Arya's bed. She turned and kissed him one last time. "See you in the morning." She smiled.

"Wake me if you wake during the night." He returned the smile. Then slowly he turned around and left the room, going to close the door.

"Leave it open, Eragon."

"Alright. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Arya's eyes closed and she pulled up a sheet over her body.

Eragon turned away and went to his own bed. I will do anything she asks to keep her happy, and seeing as Islanzadí just died, doing this from her asking seemed right.

The last thing they thought of was each other before falling into a peaceful sleep.

As I said, this is rated M. If you're reading this, then please act the rating. Thank you all for reading, I did a bit more writing on this one. Don't forget to review!!! –The next chapter may be up tomorrow-