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The next day he finds himself in front of Lord Stark, if he had thought that the man hated him before, now he is certain of it, his eyes are of an angry blizzard and he has to remind himself why he is there in front of someone who clearly despises him, he clears his throat to speak again.

"I wish to speak with Lady Arya, my Lord." He tries again but Ned only narrows his eyes at the blond, Jamie sees him wanting to take his massive sword and end his life right there and not have the marriage happening.

"And what do could you possibly want with Arya?" Ned says and Jamie knows he is only being stubborn, his wife had already said yes to the proposal while he and Arya had been made silent by the Lady of the House and Jamie knows he still doesn't like the idea of his daughter, the one that bears the wolfs blood so thick in her veins to marry a lion.

"I wish only to speak to her," What else would I want to do with her? Kill her so I don't need to marry her? My Lord Father would find me another in a heartbeat.

Ned judges him with his icy eyes, nothing portraits in his cold mask but whatever conclusion he came up with Jamie will never know, but the Lord of Winterfell inclines his head ever so slightly "She is on her dance lesson," and he explains to Jamie how to get there.

He should've expected that, he should have seen it coming; Arya would never have dance lessons even if her mother told her to attend, and she would be running away before anyone had moved a muscle. He watches as she fights with her teacher, the two move fluently across the room, every time he thinks the teacher will get a hold of Arya she is slipping away from his grasp and then thrusting her sword attempting to win the fight, after a few more minutes of the perfect choreography, Arya is flying over the air and falling on the ground with a thump and her teacher has her sword on his hand and his sword on her neck.

"What do we say to Death?" her teacher asks and the question makes Jamie furrows his brows, it is clear to him that her teacher is not from Westeros, the fighting style and now his accent gave Jamie enough proof.

"Not today," she says and gives him a nod, another answer to another question he had no idea what it had been, but then the teacher helps her stand and gives back her sword a minute later he is passing by Jamie not a word is passed between them.

Her grey eyes find his and she gives him a small smile, she had indeed grown up, no one would dare say she is a boy like that man from the Wall had once dared to say, but what never changed was her eyes, she could put on the mask that she has matured and learned to control her wild side, but her eyes could never lie to him, she is still as much wolf as she is a woman.

She gives him a small smile and it is better than he could hope, she understands where they both are, it is something that they don't have power over, that they are both being forced into this situation. "Hello little Lady" and then her smile widens and her eyes thank him for starting with something which is normal and was usual for them both.

"I am not little, I am sixteen and I most certainly am not a Lady" she says with a laugh, they spent the next minute looking at the other noticing the changes, the similarities and when they come to any sort of conclusion, Arya takes a step forward and Jamie takes his, there is still a huge amount of space between them, but over time it will diminish, they know it.

"Well, yes now you are a woman grown." He says with such severity that she wants to pummel him hard on his head and she frowns as she usually did when he said something she didn't like.

"You had to bring it up," she complains to him crossing her arms over her chest and the tunic she wears doing nothing to hide the curves she is obviously pushing upwards, he rolls his eyes at her.

"Do you want to only talk about it when I am putting the Lannister cloak on you?" his voice is annoyed and she takes an aggressive step closer to him, her eyes are narrowed dangerously almost like her father's eyes had been moments before.

"No, idiot," he wants to laugh at the way she doesn't care at who she is talking, she is annoyed and she will tell him so, it is refreshing, he had missed that trait on Arya if he was being honest with himself "I thought we could speak about later, not now."

"What is the matter with now, girl?" he asks clearly irritated with the lack of sense of the girl, it is always better to tackle the problem before it becomes something bigger and more unpleasant.

"It's weird!" she admits after being quiet for a few minutes and Jamie had waited patiently for her to speak, he rolls his eyes at her.

"In a few days it won't stop being weird!"

She shrugs "I could hope couldn't I?" she throws back at him with a pout and he can't stop himself from taking a step forward and shaking his head.

"Yes, you could" he concedes and she thanks him and then the silence that settles on them is tense and it makes Arya shuffle where she is standing.

"I won't be the perfect wife everyone is expecting a Lannister to have," she blurts out and her eyes widen, he smiles gently at her not at all angry at the outburst.

"I am not expecting anything out of you Arya," he notices the way she blushes at the way he says her name and she gives him a tense nod, he sees the way she looks at the sword draped over her waist and he knows what it means "and I won't make you stop your dance lessons."

"You won't? I know people will talk, people already whisper about it here and back home, no one likes it when I want to fight." She is hopeful but only to a certain degree, she doesn't want to completely believe in him for fear that he will indeed take away one of the things she likes doing.

Jamie shakes his golden head "I- I," he sighs and clears his throat remembering what Tyrion had told him, that she is afraid that everyone will want to cage her, make her turn into something she isn't "I won't change you Arya. If fighting makes you happy then you may continue to do so," he sees her opening her mouth to say something and he is sure it is to remind him that it is not proper "if people dare to utter an ill word about it, they will be reminded that they are speaking of the Lannister House."

Jamie doesn't expect it, but he is quick to catch her, she has her arms around his neck and her face is tucked where his shoulder meets his neck, his arms hold her to him, her feet staying inches from the floor. He feels her tears and he understands better than he thought he would ever be able to, he understands that he had given her what few people had offered her – acceptance.

"Thank you." She says with such gratitude, something which he had never heard in his life and he can only nod.

That moment when Jamie looks back was when they came not only to respect profoundly the other but start to appreciate the other, it was not love, no, they would never lie to the other like that.

A month later.

His sister hadn't allowed he and Arya to marry at Casterly Rock, she simply could not have it, her brother was marrying and he should be marrying where people couldn't get married if they are not royalty, she had put her foot down at having them marrying on Kings Landing. He had been wise enough not to let Arya and Cersei alone in a room and he was also really fortunate when his bride did not want to have a say on their wedding, the only thing she did ask was that the ceremony took place in front of a weirwood tree and he had backed her up. He also found something to distract her with and to get to know her better, they would train together, she would try and teach him Water Dance and he in turn would show her some Westeros movement she could incorporate on her Water Dance.

The ceremony had gone without a hitch and he had to admit to himself that Arya looked quite fetching with the Lannister colors, she had blush profusely when he had given her a peck on the lips, later when people weren't looking at them she had punched his shoulder and called him an idiot.

It was also later when Arya had showed him that sometimes she would need him to come to the rescue, some drunk fool had gotten up from his seat and called for the traditional bedding ceremony, Arya's hand had jumped to his arm and clutched on it from out of fear and he to give her comfort had put his on top of hers.

"There will be no such thing, sit down" he had growled at the man and everyone knew not to test him so no one mentioned it again, he felt his wife relax her grip on his arm.

"Thank you" she says for the second time to him and he rolls his eyes to her but nevertheless gives her a nod.

"Anyway, I am not good at sharing" she hits his shoulder while blushing madly and then they are smiling at the other, he kisses the top of her head something which he had grown used to do and it never seized to amaze him the way her cheeks would grow rosier, only now her whole face turned a beet red.

And when he catches the icy grey eyes of Ned Stark, so similar to Arya's and yet so different, the man gives him a nod in thanks for protecting his daughter and Jamie would've roll his eyes, of course he would protect Arya, she is now his wife, but he only nods back to him and he knows that Arya saw the whole exchange because after she draws him to a hug.

And much later when they find themselves on their room at Kings Landing, Arya blushing madly at him the nervousness exuding from her, he draws her to his arms and kisses the top of her head, and after he speaks she relaxes on his arms smiling brightly at him.

"Only when you are ready."

Over the months they grow accustomed to the other, Arya tries to find herself at Casterly Rock, it is easier she tells him because Tyrion makes her company when he has business to address and his brother shows her the ropes of maintaining their home and she makes her best to be perfect at everything Tyrion shows her how to do. Jamie is even amazed when he sees her passing time with his father, who treats her as his own daughter and should Cersei see it, she would grow green with envy because Arya is treated sometimes better then what Tywin treats his own children, finding on his Arya a little of himself.

Arya tells him how much she likes to explore the forests with Nymeria and it makes her feel more attached to her new home, he only wishes that she would bring some guardsmen on her little explorations.

"We don't need that," she says while rolling her eyes at him, she is turned on her side looking at him, her fingers are playing with their sheet and Jamie huffs at her, putting an arm under his head, his eyes locked with hers.

"Arya, the forests may not be as safe as you think they are" he tries to make her understand, but he sees he won't win his argument, at least not now.

"Nymeria and I can take care of ourselves." She says firmly and he knows that she can, but sometimes two aren't enough against five or six people.

"Arya…" he begins to say but he is interrupted by her lips pressing against his, something which she had taken a liking of doing especially when he would momentarily forget what he was saying and it would give her more time to escape giggling all the way. She nips on his lower lips and he opens his mouth without question, her tongue start to trace every corner of his mouth, marking him as hers, her right hand pulls him even closer to her while her left start to make crescent moon shapes on his chest, she sighs happily when their tongues meet and then she is groaning when his hands are on her pure skin, massaging her. They don't take it much farther, he knows she is still adjusting to lusting about him and doing something about it, he will wait until she is completely prepared.

After she is tucked safely in his arms he kisses the top of her head and says "I still want you to take the guardsmen with you." He smiles when he hears her huff but she doesn't say anything.

When they do bed, is not out of love but lust that neither can control, they had been out on the woods when a band of bandits had come up to them, Jamie had lost it when one of them had dared to touch his wife and Arya had to admit that she had never been more aroused than seeing Jaime panting after the exertion of fighting with blood on his clothes and arms, she had been even more surprised with herself when after he had gotten clean she still felt it. Arya had not thought twice before throwing her arms and legs around him, marking him as hers and letting Jamie mark her as his.

Nine months later Arya and Jamie were welcoming Edrick Lannister to their growing family.

Seven years later.

Jamie was not expecting this for his life, not in his wildest dreams did he ever thought to be this happy or to be so in love with his family, his eldest son – Edrick – is running around with the smallest of the children, Lyanna who is only two years old but is already demonstrating that she has the wolf blood strong in her veins much like the person they named her after and like her mother. But their daughter had his hair color but the Stark eyes and she is absolutely beautiful, much like her older sister, Joanna, but his six year old is completely Stark, icy grey eyes, the same impassive face as her grandfather and dark hair, his father thought it ironic that the two girls couldn't look more apart from the woman they named them after.

He looks where Arya is teaching their four year old twins to hold a sword, Bryden looks happy to slash awkwardly the wind while Nymeros looks very disinterest to even try it, he only does try when Arya says something to him and Jamie is happy to notice that he picks the sword, holding it with almost perfection, but after a few minutes – probably to appease Arya, he drops the sword to the ground and looks around, most likely looking for his uncle Tyrion.

Edrick comes to him with Lyanna on his arms, Jamie reaches for them and Edrick puts Lyanna on his arms "I think she is tired."

"Aren't you?" Jamie asks to his son with a raised brow and Edrick only gives him a big smile and shakes his golden head, his green eyes glimmering in a way that Jamie swears he had only ever seen on Arya.

"I don't get tired like Lya," Edrick answers, he had started to call his little sister that after Arya had told them about her aunt and then his son in a very Arya fashion had thrown many questions direct to his grandfather and Edrick had liked the way which his grandfather would call his sister and Jamie swears that when Edrick had first called her that Ned's icy blue eyes had turned a shade lighter. "Joanna, let's play!" He yells at his sister, Joanna runs to get their wooden swords and he rolls his eyes of course their children would love to fight.

Lyanna snuggles closer to her father and falls into a deep sleep; he kisses the top of her head and continues to watch the scene unfolding in front of him, finding tranquility in watching his family.

"Isn't it a little early for them to practicing with wooden swords?" Tyrion says coming to sit beside Jamie in another chair that overlooks the extensive lawn, Jamie shrugs and even that movement doesn't disturb his daughter.

"I don't know they seem to enjoy it." He speaks the truth, ever since he remembers he had a sword at his hand and it was when he felt the freer in his whole childhood.

Tyrion opens his mouth to answer but is unable to when Nymeros jumps on him "Uncle Tyrion, are you going to read with me today? And are you going to tell me those stories you promised y-yesterday?" Tyrion laughs and Jamie knows that he loves when Nymeros does that, wants the undivided attention of what many in the realm call the Imp, but his son has a deep respect and love for his uncle, maybe because on some days he finds himself a little different from his brothers and sisters, while they are all energy like their parents Nymeros is calm like his uncle.

"Of course I am, dear boy. But go play a little while longer with your mother, look at her face." And sure enough Arya is looking their way with a frown on her face, but she turns a little and calls for her direwolf who comes to Nymeros picking him with her teeth and taking him to Arya, he is laughing all the way and continues to do so when Arya starts to tickle him.

Later, the twins with their dark hair are running to go watch Edrick and Joanna play with the swords, their green eyes twinkling while watching their elder siblings play, Arya comes towards him and Tyrion a blush on her cheeks from playing with their children, she drops on the other chair beside him, she turns to look at him with a smile on her lips.

Tyrion gets up and goes to the children in minutes they are all around him and listening intently to his every word, Joanna would go forward at times and he knows that it is when Tyrion is getting to a more dramatic part of the story. A while later the Septa comes to take Lya to go sleep on her own room and after she had turned, Arya sits herself on top of Jaime, who puts his arms around her, feeling content.

She turns to look at him and then kisses his mouth, it is short but with such love that Jamie brings her closer to his chest and then she says the words he thought he would never hear with such fervor "I love you."

"And I you," he says smiling up at her and then she smirks.

"And I am better at swordplay than you are," he rolls his eyes at her, let her be completely sweet to him in a second and the other tease him, but his smiles only widens, even if he wants to frown knowing that he owes his father this life and he knows that he couldn't have imagined a better wife and partner than Arya Stark, well now, Lannister.