So, what I'm writing this because I surely can't be the only person who ships this pairing, if only a little.
Disclaimer! I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire, if I did, The Winds of Winter would be out already.

Things you need to know:

Robert failed in his rebellion, and Rhaegar won. Robert was allowed his life, but was only permitted to leave Storms End for things of high import. Lyanna died anyway in childbed with Jon (I think he is her and Rhaegar's son, just go with it), Brandon and Rickard Stark still die, and the Mad King is put to death soon after the Failed Rebellion.

The Sack of King's Landing never happened, and Aegon, Rhaenys and Queen Eila still live. Aegon is to wed Rhaenys. Daenerys is to marry Viserys and Sansa Stark is to wed Willas Tyrell.

Got that? Okay, and here we go!

She loved sword-fighting with Jon. At nearly six and ten he was old enough to go on hunting trips with his father, Rhaegar Targaryen, but chose to stay in Kings Landing with her.

It felt nice to be someone's favourite.

"Ha!" She cried, and faked a lunge to the left, her blunted practice sword connecting with a thwack on his shin. He hissed and parried another well-aimed swing at his head. "Hey! I thought we agreed no head-shots!" He told her.

Arya simply giggled in response as she turned on her heel and ran off back to the Red Keep.

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Arya just stepped into the Throne Room when Jon lifted her up by the waist. Laughter bubbled up past her lips as his fingers danced across her rib cage.

"Yield?" He asked amusement in his voice.

"Never!" Arya kicked him, and wriggled with all the power her little body could muster. His grip loosened, and she knew he'd done so to amuse her, but she rolled away, sword in hand nonetheless. Arya swung, and Jon skipped back a step as he picked up his sword.

And so the game started again.

Arya managed to knock Jon off his feet, and started laughing at the expression he pulled. Of course, that was the same time the Princes and Princesses decided to walk in.

"Arya!" Her dark head turned to see her sister, Sansa, looking horrified at the scene before her.

Aegon had a smirk on his stupid, smug face, and Arya resisted the urge to slap it off.

He was a year older than Jon, which made him easily five years older than Arya herself, and a man grown at that. But every now and then he'd act like such a child that she'd laugh with or at him, she didn't think it very much mattered.

She threw him a withered look before addressing his little aunt. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed you, Your Grace."

Daenerys smiled warmly at her, and Arya knew that the little she-dragon considered her a friend. "Of course not," Dany told her, and then looked over at her Stark nephew. "But my nephew may not have any pride left." Her smile widened, "You are very good with a sword, and you would make a good knight."

If I were a man, and not some little girl-boy.

Arya kept her face from showing her anger, and schooled her features into a small smile, like how you mother had taught her. "Thank you, Your Grace. But women aren't allowed for such things, you know."

Dany nodded, and something flashed in her eyes.

Rhaenys shifted from foot to foot, her ebony tresses were put up in the Southron style, and her viper's skin appeared darker in the false light, she stuck out among the other dragons. While they all had the Targaryen look to them; silver hair and violet eyes, she looked like her mother, Queen Eila of Dorne. "Did Father not say that we were to be there on time? You know how he gets…" Rhaenys murmured.

Arya opened her mouth to tell her just how her grand-father got, and Jon saw, but he wasn't fast enough to stop the words that tumbled out of her mouth. "They say that Targaryens are like the flip of a coin."

Jon got to his feet and grabbed her arm. "Enough, little wolf."

Daenerys grinned, amused with the little she-wolf. "Aye," the she-dragon agreed. "It is what they say. Genius and brilliance or insanity and madness."

Arya smiled back, happy that at least someone was on her side.

Dany motioned for Arya to join her as she walked, and she did so; because no one in their right mind would deny a Targaryen. Tucking her arm in Arya's, the little dragon tilted her silver head towards Arya's mahogany as if to share secrets as they walked to the main feasting hall. The others wandered on ahead, Arya watched as Daenerys' eyes lingered on her brother-husband's form. Arya felt the grey and blue silks of her skirts brush against her ankles and again wished that she'd had the mind to steal some of Bran's over shirts and breeches.

"If you ask me," Daenerys whispered quietly, her soft, silver-blonde hair gently touching Arya's shoulder. "I'd say that Viserys will go as mad as my father ever was." The silver princess smiled secretly at her. "But do not tell him that."

The girls shared a giggle at that, and Sansa glared back at Arya in jealousy. Arya glared in return. She did not know why the little she-dragon had taken an interest in herself and not her older, prettier sister, not that she was complaining though.

But what she did know was that she was not to fault.

"Your sister does not seem to like your favour with me." Dany said, seeing the look passed between the two.

Arya spoke before she thought. "And your niece does not like me at all, that is why they get along so well, Your Grace." The she felt like biting her tongue off at the sharp look that her friend gave her.

"That is a lie. Rhaenys favours you well enough, does she not? She has no reason to dislike you, Arya." Arya knew that her words were meant to be comforting. Only problem with them was that she knew that Princess Rhaenys hated her; whether it be the displeased looks she threw her way when they were in the same room, or if Arya spoke to her at all, the Crowned Princess would purse her full lips and look down upon the Direwolf.

Arya shook her head. Not that she cared what the uppity dragon thought of her anyways. "It isn't." She insisted.

Daenerys looked to be unconvinced, but let the subject drop. "As you will." She murmured, and the grand doors opened for them, and the dragons and wolves alike walked into the Great Hall together.

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