Game of Thrones: The Laws of the Streets

Chapter 1 of my new Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

Pairings:

Arya/Gendry
Sansa/Podrick

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 1

The night air was cool as the young woman walked up the driveway of her family home. The young woman was sixteen years old with chin length brown hair and grey eyes; she had a long face and pale skin, the pale skin being natural for someone from the North of Westeros. The other aspects of her appearance where physical traits she had inherited from her father.

The girl's name was Arya Stark the third child and youngest daughter of Eddard Stark, governor of the North, and his wife Catelyn. She was just returning home from a date with her boyfriend, Gendry Waters. That was something which made Arya very different from other people of her 'station'. While her family were willing to befriend and even help those of lesser means than themselves, she was actually dating one such person.

Gendry was after all from Flea Bottom, the most deprived area of the capital, King's Landing. He lived with his mother there, struggling along to make ends meet and hopefully escape to a better life. Arya wished she could help them, but there were problems in that regard.

'Honestly, my family don't even give Gendry a chance.' She thought to herself. 'From the moment we started dating, they've been furious about it. Acting as if he's taking advantage of me. So what if he's five years older than me, and poor, he's a great guy, who accepts me for me.'

Shaking her head she tried to focus on her date, smiling as the thoughts cheered her up.

As she entered the house however, her cheerful mood evaporated, she tensed as she saw her parents sitting in the living room.

She bit her lip. 'Shit, they'll more than likely give me into trouble, lecture me…Urgh, forget it, just need to…'

So, being as quiet as she could, she tried to sneak up the stairs. However she had barely put her foot on the first step when her mother called out.
"Arya."

So with a sigh, she turned and walked into the living room. Both her parents sat there, observing her disapprovingly. Arya was alone in taking after her father in appearance, the rest of her siblings all took after their mother, inheriting her auburn hair, high cheekbones and blue eyes.

"Yeah?" She queried; sounded just as exasperated as she truly felt.

Catelyn shook her head at her daughter's attitude. "Just where have you been until now, have you any idea what time it is…?"

Arya sighed. "Yes mum, I do, I was out."

"Where, you should have called?" Her father replied.

Arya rolled her eyes. "Oh honestly, I'm sixteen, I'm not a kid anymore. If you must know I was out on a date."

That did the trick, her parents both narrowed their eyes and her mother's expression tightened.

"You were…with him." She spluttered.

"If by him you mean Gendry, then yes." Arya replied. "He has a name you know, it wouldn't kill you to…"

Her father cut her off however. "You know we cannot have you…"

"What, being seen with him?!" Arya snapped. "He's my boyfriend, why can't you accept that. Just because he isn't some fancy rich boy doesn't mean he isn't good for me. In fact, he's the best for me."

Her parents both glared and Arya knew this argument was far from over.

Her mother shook her head.

"Honestly Arya, you don't know that, you can't be with him. He isn't right for you." She remarked. "He's too old for you, too rough, too…"

Arya glared darkly. "Too what?"

It was Ned who finished the statement however. "Too violent."

"Violent, Violent how?" Arya demanded, incredulous. "He is not…What, you think just because he's from Flea Bottom, he…"

"What's all the noise about?"

Arya turned sharply, her parents looked up too. Standing there in the living room doorway was Arya's older sister Sansa. Sansa was eighteen, the second child of Ned and Cat and was the one who most closely resembled their mother in appearance.

She was also the opposite of Arya in every way; she was girly, loved make-up and designer clothes. Arya on the other hand was a tomboy, preferred baggy, slightly worn clothing and loathed make-up in every way.

"This doesn't concern you Sansa." Arya remarked.

Ned shook his head. "Arya; that is no way to talk to your sister."

Catelyn nodded. "Indeed; now listen this is getting ridiculous, you need a more respectable boyfriend; and to break up with that…man."

Arya snarled, outraged at this. "What, you dare tell me to break up with him?"

"You're still dating that Gendry, Arya, honestly, you…" Sansa cut in.

Arya rounded on her. "Like you're one to judge. How dare any of you assume you know what's best for me. Why can't you trust me and my judgement?"

Catelyn shook her head. "If you can't see the danger of this Gendry, then your judgement is flawed."

Arya had to stop herself from shouting; the last thing she wanted was her brothers getting involved.

So, instead, she glared at her mother and her sister before remarking.

"You think my judgement is flawed, need I remind you that I was the only one who could tell right away Joffrey was bad news?"

That brought an uncomfortable silence over everything; Joffrey Baratheon was Sansa's ex-boyfriend and the son of Eddard Stark's friend, President Robert Baratheon. Their break up had been disastrous and had come about because, as Arya knew from day one, Joffrey was bad news and ended up abusing Sansa. Finally it was Ned who broke the silence.

"This isn't the same thing." He said seriously.

Arya glared. "You're right, it isn't. Joffrey was a slimy abusing creep and Gendry isn't."

"Arya…"

"Enough, I'm not putting up with anymore of this nonsense." She said, knowing she had to get out before she lost her temper. "I'm happy with Gendry and we're not breaking up and there's nothing you can do about it, so just stop already."

With that she stormed away, heading upstairs to her room. When she finally reached her room Arya closed the door, no matter how angry they were, her family respected her privacy and never entered without knocking.

She immediately got undressed, still fuming and pulled on her pyjamas, a pair of feminine boxers and one of Gendry's T-shirts, before climbing into bed. Despite all the time that passed, she was still angry.

So she did the only thing she could think of to calm down. She called Gendry; his phone rang a few times before he answered.

"Hey Arry." He greeted her cheerfully

She sighed. "Hey."

He noticed her tone of voice and became concerned. "What's up?"

She shook her head and finally replied. "Mum and dad are getting on my case again, because of us."

"Oh Arry, I'm sorry you're having trouble…" He began.

She cut him off. "Don't start Gendry, this isn't your fault. If my family can't accept us, that's their problem and they have to fix it."

Gendry sighed softly. "They do want what's best for you Arry; they just…can't see what that is yet."

"Well, I hope they realize soon; this is getting more and more out of hand." She said softly.

She and Gendry spoke for longer, allowing her to calm down. Finally she said good night to him, hung up and lay down, finally drifting off to sleep.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.