Arya easily adapted to her life in Dragonstone. Aegon's sisters, however, tried very hard to make her life difficult in her new home. They both seemed to enjoy taunting her at every opportunity. So Arya made it her mission to avoid the two diabolical sisters at all cost. Yet they still go to great lengths to seek Arya out and mock her for whatever reason.

Perhaps she should blame the two sister's negative behavior after Aegon had personally requested that Arya and he hone their sword fighting skills together. If the silver-haired Conqueror hadn't accidentally seen Arya training by herself in the copse of trees right by the white-sand beaches, the King wouldn't have been dead-set on practicing with Arya.

In fact, the two sisters were so jealous that they threatened Arya bodily harm. However, Aegon had stepped in to defend her and had stopped the two sister's plot to feed Arya to their dragons right then and there.

She was grateful for the King's interference, but he shouldn't have done it since it only made the two sisters furious at Arya all the more.

"Your sisters hate me," Arya told Aegon one day after their training, where they went for a swim in the white-sand beaches of Dragonstone.

"I apologize if they act like that towards you, Princess." The King said while he comb his wet silver hair out of his face.

Arya couldn't help but admire the King's physique. Her eyes lingering on the hard grooves and contours of his body, which was revealed by his wet clothes that clung to him like a second skin. Arya was no different and could feel the heat of Aegon's gaze on her every time her back was turned.

Of course, she didn't feel shame for bathing in the beach with a man and for her wet clothes that seemed to become transparent, especially her white shirt, which showed her dusky, pink nipples that the King seemed to find interesting every time Arya faced him during their conversation.

"I don't understand why you keep apologizing for your sisters' behavior," She said to the King, whose eyes keep on glancing at her chest. "In fact, the one who should be apologizing is them, and not you, for treating me like shit."

Arya, of course, pretended that she didn't notice the King's gaze because she was also doing the same thing to him. She was casting appreciative looks in his direction when he wasn't looking.

"Well since my sisters are both stubborn to a fault, I don't think they will easily apologize for their behavior towards you. So I'm extending my apology to you on their behalf." Aegon explained.

In response, Arya snorted in derision. She didn't need the King's apology for his sister's actions.

She was about to tell him as much when the King spoke first.

"Princess, come here." The King ordered softly.

Arya frowned. She wondered as to the reason for the King's order.

However, he didn't wait for Arya to reply when he suddenly grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her closer to his hard body. Instantly, a thrill went straight through Arya at the sensation of the King's body pressed against hers.

Afterward, she watched him with bated breath as King Aegon reached out towards her face, where he then took something out from her hair.

"You've got seaweed in your hair," The King whispered to her as he met her gaze.

"Oh," Arya muttered as she looked directly into the King's purple eyes, which seemed darker the usual.

There was a short pause as the two regarded each other.

"I never realize how beautiful you are, until now…" the King admitted while he ran his eyes over Arya's face. "You look different when you are like this, Princess. You look exquisite."

"Thank you, your grace," came Arya's flustered response. Her face flushed red. "And you look exquisite yourself."

At her words, King Aegon let out a surprised laugh. His grip on her waist tightened as he brought her closer still to his wet and hot body until she could feel his hard contours pressing against her curves.

Arya's breathing suddenly hitched while her heart beat rapidly against her chest.

"You amuse me, my lady. More than anyone I know," King Aegon remarked while he tipped her head, with his fingers on her chin. The man was so tall that Arya had to crane her neck up to meet the King's darkening gaze.

"I am glad you found me amusing, your grace." Arya replied hoarsely, trying very hard not to shiver at the sensation of his warm body against hers. She wondered if he could feel her erect nipples right against his chest.

If he did, then Arya would be completely mortified.

"Do you want to go back to the castle?" The King suddenly asked her.

In that moment, Arya realized that there was only a foot apart between their faces. They were so near that she could practically see the specks of blue and green in the King's purple eyes.

That's how close they were to each other.

However, Arya didn't feel like letting him go yet. She truly liked the feel of his hard body against hers.

So she said to him without a thought, "No, not yet. I think I like where I am."

The moment those words came out of her mouth, Arya felt her face burn with embarrassment.

"Do you like being in my arms? Is that what you mean, Princess?" King Aegon teased her and Arya couldn't help but smack the King on the shoulder.

King Aegon allowed her to while he chuckled in amusement.

"You know what I mean," She snapped at him as she tried to step back from the infuriating man.

The King, however, didn't let her go just yet.

"Yes, I know what you mean." the King murmured as he leaned closer to her face. "I know you like it when I hold you close to me."

"You are insufferable!" Arya declared in irritation.

"And you are simply irresistible," the King responded to her in a playful manner.

Then, to Arya's astonishment, King Aegon I Targaryen eliminated the distance that separated their faces and kissed her.

He kissed her right on the nose.