"Brother!" Arya said the moment she entered his solar.

Dareon the Young Dragon was sitting behind his ornate desk when he stood up to greet her with a warm smile, "Daena."

Arya grinned and ran towards him. She knew this was how Daena Targaryen would react after so long without seeing her older brother; the older brother Daena admired so much.

Hence, as she neared him, Arya immediately launched herself into his arms, where she is promptly embraced by 'her brother' in return.

"Did you miss me, dear sister?" the young King asked, lifting her up from the ground while Arya clung to him. Dareon Targaryen was a head taller than her and Arya resisted the urge not to struggle in his embrace, which seemed so awkward for Arya.

Gods, I mislike pretending. She thought. However, I must need keep up with this, lest they will know the truth.

"Yes, I did, brother of mine." Arya replied, lying through her teeth. "I missed you terribly."

The young King let out a chuckle and Arya did her best to ignore the rumble that seemed to vibrate against her chest. With her so close to him, Arya could smell the King's natural scent. Dareon Targaryen was all musk and spice and smoke. All good scents, Arya decided, as she was slowly being lowered to the ground.

"I missed you too, dear sister." Dareon said, unwrapping his arms around her. "And I apologize that I wasn't able to see you soon. As you well know, I've been busy lately."

"Yes, I know." Arya replied, trying her best not to scowl at him. "And I understand."

You and your plans to conquer Dorne. She thought silently. It will bring an end to you, Dareon Targaryen, if you continue down this path.

"But I hear that you've been wanting to talk to me, Daena." Dareon began while he stepped away from her and moved to sit back behind his desk. "What is it that you want to talk about?"

Arya allowed herself to bite her lip and used her facial muscles to try and look like she was having trouble expressing her thoughts into words.

"How old are you again, dear brother?" she asked instead.

Of course, Arya knew how old the King was, she just wanted to ask him and point out his age.

"I'm seven-and-ten, Daena. Why do you ask?"

"I asked this of you because I wonder why the small council hasn't pressed you to marry anyone yet. You are old enough to take a wife and sire an heir to solidify your position on the Iron Throne, and yet they haven't presented this matter to you." She pointed out while she sat on the chair in front of his desk.

"You are mistaken, sister. They did present the matter to me when I ascended the Iron Throne. However, I told them that I won't be marrying anyone yet, not until I have conquered Dorne."

Arya wanted to roll her eyes at the King's predictable answer.

If the Mad King was considered mad for using wildfire and burning people. Dareon Targaryen was simply mad for his attempt to conquer Dorne, as the history books would tell you.

"I see." Arya responded. "And did the small council already present a possible marriage match for you, dear brother?"

"Yes, in fact, they did. When they propose this matter to me, they gave me three possible options of whom I am to marry. They were all ladies of high-standing and proper background."

"And who were they?"

Dareon Targaryen didn't immediately answer, but instead he regarded Arya with his brows furrowed.

"Why are you seemed so interested on this, Daena?" the King inquired.

"I'm just curious, is all." Arya said, shrugging her shoulders. "You are young yet, brother and I know the small council well enough that they won't stop pestering you until you do what they ask. By the year ends, they will probably ask you again that you marry, even if your goal to Conquer Dorne remain unaccomplished."

"And this concern you because?" Dareon Targaryen queried, raising a brow.

"It concerns me because I don't want you to end up in an unhappy marriage, brother." Arya replied. "And because I wanted to propose something that will become more beneficial to you for the coming years."

There was a short pause as Daeron Targaryen looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"What is it, Daena?"

"I know the true reason you don't want to marry yet, brother..." Arya began, speaking every word carefully. "It's because you believe that having a wife will become a burden to you, and it will entail that you will have to spend unnecessary time doing your duty as a husband when you can spend most of it by ruling your Kingdoms. You can expect this to happen if you marry someone else..."

"What you say is true, dear sister...but what will you have me do then?"

"I propose that you marry me instead." Arya suggested without hesitation while Dareon Targaryen's eyes had widened at her suggestion.

"Marry me and I can be a good wife to you and a great Queen." She continued, ignoring the young King's astonished stare. "I can give you an heir when you deemed it the right time. If you so desire it, it might be many years from now for that to happen. And if you marry me, I will not ask more of your time and you may not even do your duty as a husband. And in exchange, you will allow me more freedom as a woman and listen to my advice in regards to any matter of state that you find pressing."

"But you are my sister, Daena!" protested Dareon Targaryen.

"And?" Arya raised a brow. "It won't be the first time that Targaryen King marry one of his sibling. Even King Aegon the Conqueror married his two sisters. But more than that, if you marry me, the small council will no longer bother you at all in regards to marriage."

"And if they start bothering me about siring an heir instead?"

"We can always pretend that we tried, but let them wait for the heir to arrive. Like you, I don't want to be burden with a child. Motherhood won't suit me, I believe." She said in a reasonable tone.

And because I'm afraid that the child will end up looking like a Stark, instead of a Targaryen. Arya thought, For certain, there will be many question to answer if that happens.

"Give me time to consider your proposal, Daena." Dareon said, sighing in resignation. "Your reason is sound, but…"

"But what?"

"But you are still my sister."

Arya didn't know whether to laugh at him or smack him in the head for being a complete idiot. Instead, she decided to say to him, "Alright, I'll give you the time to consider my proposal."