Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fanfiction . net , where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers risk their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their love bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their doom-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's passion, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our fandom;
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Part I. The Targaryen's Masquerade Ball
"Arya! Can you please hurry up? We're going to be late." Catelyn shouted to her youngest daughter. "The Targaryen's personally invited us to the masquerade ball. I'm sure they would appreciate it if we at least got there on time."
"Simmer." Arya told her in a calm voice. "I'm coming. It's just the heels are slowing me down." She hopped in the back of the limo, next to her half-brother, Jon.
Her dress was a bit to fancy for her liking.
It was a pretty shade of pink, laced with white upon the torso. The top seemed more like a corset around her upper body and the chest area was shaped like a bra. Delicate designs and pearls were embroidered along the edges and a small diamond was placed in the area between her breasts. The bottom of the dress was a high low that flowed out from above her waist. It was frilly and a bit poofy and it extended behind her legs. Underneath, was many laced and transparent layers that made the bottom bigger and Arya would have described the bottom as a bunch of pink little curls. She matched it with gold strapped heels and her silver, direwolf necklace that was given to her by her father. The mask she wore was the same color as her dressed, laced with gold linings and had pink feathers on the side that blended with the mask.
Sansa's on the other hand, was white and silver. The top wrapped around her torso like Arya's, but had many silver designs and embroidery on it. Above her hip bones, silver jewels made a v shape and wrapped around her waist. The gown flowed out below the v shaped jewels and was entirely white with tiny glitter but the bottom was laced with white embroiders while the cloth itself darkened out to a gray color. In Arya's opinion, it looked more like a wedding dress but no doubt did Sansa look beautiful in it. Sansa wore silver heels and a white, lacy mask with it.
"You look beautiful, Arya." Jon said, whole-heartedly. He was wearing a normal black suit and bow tie, like the other boys were, with a simple black mask.
"Thank you, you're looking quite sharp, too." She told him. Jon has always been her favorite throughout the family, even if he was only her half-brother. Next to Jon, her favorite would have to be Bran. Her being seventeen and Bran being fifteen makes them a bit closer than the rest. Robb and Jon were both nineteen, while Sansa was eighteen. Rickon, just entering the eighth grade, is thirteen.
Bran turned around to face them, since he was sitting right in front of them.
"Did you guys hear who's gonna be at the party?" He asked. Arya's curiosity peaked.
"Who?"
"The Baratheons." He said matter-of-factly. "Apparently the Targaryen's invited them also. Visery's request." Daenery's, or Dany as most people called her, preferred the Starks over the Baratheons, but Visery's always enjoyed the cunning minds of the Lannisters.
"Great."Jon snorted. He never liked their son, Joffrey, who would give Sansa looks that made her uncomfortable. Their other son, Gendry, never bothered Jon much, but he still didn't trust him.
You see, the Baratheons and Starks have been having a feud for as long as Arya could remember. Ned and Robert used to be best friends when they were young. At an early age, they opened up a trading company together that began to get quite popular. The time Ned's sister, Lyanna, died, Robert stopped participating in work and drank too much. It was obvious that he had loved the girl, but so did Ned and a brother, but the Stark had to keep everything together. At first he didn't really mind Robert acting like this. He thought it would go away after a while and he would move on, but it didn't. After a few years, Ned got fed up and kicked Robert out of the business. That broke their longtime friendship bonds. Robert, angry and upset, opened his own trading company which had gotten quite successful, and soon married Cersei Lannister, strengthening his company. Over the years, the two ex best friends have been competing against one another in the business world and absolutely loathed each other.
They soon reached the large ballroom that the Targaryen's had rented out. Hundreds of cars were parked outside in the lot and there was even the Channel 5 news van. Many security were lined at the entrance, holding clipboards that held many names. Their limo stopped in the front, allowing them to get out, before leaving to find parking. They walked up to the security guard.
"Name please." He grunted.
"Stark." Ned told the man. The guard flipped through pages and finally stopped and moved aside to let them in.
"Thank you." Ned muttered in gratitude. The security guard nodded to him.
"Have a great night, Mr. Stark." He went back to consult the next person in line.
They entered the ballroom. It reminded Sansa of the room Belle and the Beast danced in where she was wearing a yellow ballgown. There were floating balloons everywhere, renaissance and slow love songs playing, a large, long table off to the side filled with foods of all kind and various wines. There were smaller, round tables draped with white cloth scattered around so people could sit and the dance floor was huge. The music was low, since the party had just begun recently, and everybody was just mingling amongst each other. It was around eight p.m. and the party ended at around twelve, so the entire event stretched for about four hours. It's a good thing Arya brought her converse along.
For about an hour, they talked to people they knew. Robb spotted Sansa's friend, Jeyne Westerling, who he had developed a small crush on standing across the room. He was about to make his way over to her until he saw Talisa Maegyr, another girl he had a crush on, standing near her. He found it best to stick with Jon, maybe look if Theon, his cousin, is there. Sansa noticed a boy in blonde staring at her, like he was undressing her with his eyes. His mask matched his suit, a baby blue color, entirely silk. She only assumed it to be Joffrey and she quickly scurried away. Bran and Rickon stalked off in search of Meera and Jojen Reed, while Arya was awkwardly standing alone. She refused a couple of dances until she noticed a man with a tall frame and shaggy blonde hair walk towards her. He was wearing a normal suit and tie, and smiled at her, holding out his hand for her to take and dance.
"Edric," Arya said to him as they danced, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"I wanted to surprise you." He smiled at her. Arya had always found Edric handsome, and he always knew how to make her blush, which is very uncommon from Arya.
The two met each other last year, when the Dayne's began to trade candies with the Starks. They clicked immediately, and everybody is waiting for the two to get together. It's true, that Arya had a small crush on the eighteen year old blonde haired boy. Edric loved pursuing her and did find her attractive, he plans on asking her to marry him sometime within the year. Their parents both agreed with it, believing it would strengthen their companies if they joined. It seemed more like a merger than a marriage.
"I'll be right back," Arya said as she stopped dancing. "I'm parched."
"Would you like me to get a drink for you?" Edric asked like the gentleman he is.
"No it's fine really. Would you like some?" Edric shook his head in response as she stalked off to the table which held the drinks. She wasn't up for anything with alcohol at the moment, and it was illegal, so she settled on the rich red fruit punch that floated in the huge glass bowl. She filled it to the rim when her little brother came.
"I be on my suit and tie shit. Tie shit." Bran said as he came up to her.
"Can you not." She said bluntly. Bran laughed. "Guess who I saw?"
"Who?"
"Savannah Poole." She said with a small smirk on her face. Vayon Poole, Savannah and Jeyne's father, is the vice president of the Stark company and Sansa, Jeyne, and Arya had been trying to hook them up for ages but they always seem to fight.
"Well isn't that lovely." Bran mumbled while rolling his eyes. Arya chuckled and shook her head.
"Oh look she's right there, why don't you go-"
"Bye." Bran said cutting her off and immediately walking away. It 's not that Savannah was ugly, no, she was pretty. Enviously pretty. Her dirty blonde hair fell in waves down to her lower back and she had these huge, sea green eyes with a flawless face and body. She was Bran's age, fifteen, while Jeyne was eighteen. Her and Arya were like best friends now, while Jeyne and Sansa were best friends too. They would usually spend most of their time at the Starks residence but Savannah and Bran would usually fight a lot so they end up leaving early.
"I love you too, brother." She said sarcastically. She clutched the drink in her hand. When she turned around, she was pushed and the entire liquid fell out in front of her onto some other girl's dress. "Oh my god, I am so sorry." She said sincerely and began to panic a bit. She recognized the girl as Willow Heddle, a friend of the Baratheons. Also known as the one who has a thing with Robert's oldest son.
"It's okay." She said calmly while examining her dress. Arya was relieved she didn't freak out or have a fit.
"Are you sure? I'm so sorry, it was an accident I swear-"
"It's fine," Willow said with a faint smile that seemed forced. "Really."
"What happened here?" A voice came from somewhere. They looked as Gendry Baratheon made his way through the crowd. "Who did this to you?" He asked Willow, looking at her red stained dress. She looked at Arya hesitantly. "You did this?"
"It's okay, Gendry, I have more dresses." Willow told him, trying to calm him down. His anger issues is quite known to everybody in Westeros.
"No it's not okay." Gendry said as he looked at the girl, recognizing her as Arya Stark. She wasn't much younger than him, he was only nineteen while she was seventeen but he was sure as hell a lot bigger than her.
"It was an accident." Arya defended.
"Of course it was an accident. A Stark just so happens to ruin the dress of a good friend of the Baratheons." He said, emphasizing the family names. The feud between the two families was not unknown to the media, henceforth, the world.
"Yes it actually was an accident but you can't seem to get it through that thick head of yours, can you?" Arya retorted. Gendry was unconvinced.
"What if I spilled a drink on your sister? Or your little boyfriend, Edric?"
"He's not my boyfriend-"
"Sure he isn't."
"Shut up."
"What's going on here?" A booming voice came from behind them. The fat man, Robert Baratheon, pushed his way through the gathering people and halted before the two.
"She spilled punch all over Willow's dress on purpose." Gendry said immediately.
"That is so not true!"
"Yes it is." He told her.
"Liar!"
"ENOUGH." Ned Starks voice came. Everybody was immediately quiet. "I would ask what's going on, but it seems none of you are mature enough to speak like an adult." He said to the two teens.
"You should teach your daughter not to ruin personal property, Stark." Robert said, looking directly into his old best friend's eyes.
"You should teach your son not to make assumptions, Baratheon." Ned retorted, eye contact never faltering. "And maybe some respect towards girls."
"Respect towards girls? Yes. Respect towards Stark girls?" Robert's laugh answered the question. Ned looked at his daughter.
"Come, Arya, people like them waste our time." Ned said as he started walking away from the scene. Arya followed him.
He led his daughter to an empty table in the corner of the huge hall. The paper read that it was reserved for the Frey's but due to the untouched silverware, Ned's only assumptions could lead to the fact that they never had arrived, and never planned to.
"I need you to stay out of trouble from now on." He said sternly.
"But I didn't do anything! It was an accident, you could even ask Willow-"
"Yes, I know it was an accident, but there's enough drama going on between us and them, and we don't need any unnecessary drama piling above it." Ned told his daughter. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dad." She mumbled while nodding her head.
"Good, now go run along. Edric must be sad that you left him." Ned told her teasingly while Arya rolled her eyes and stalked off.
"Jesus fucking Christ Gendry, why the hell would you start trouble with the Stark bitch?" Robert shouted at his oldest son. They both stood alone in the empty hallway just outside the ballroom.
"I didn't start anything. It was all-"
"I don't give a damn. Just-just." Robert stammered before bursting out laughing. Gendry stared at him with an odd look. "Did you see the look on Ned's face? He was furious." Gendry chuckled at his fathers bipolar behavior. "And the Stark girl! Her face was all red. She looked like she was about to pound you!" Gendry's chuckles turned into laughs.
"I highly doubt that could happen." He told his father. Robert raised an eyebrow at him before speaking.
"I wouldn't say that, now. She's the tough one of the two sister. What's her name... Sansa. Sansa is more like Joffrey or Myrcella. Arya is more like you or Mya. Tough and rebellious."
"And how tough is she, to be exact?" Gendry asked.
"Well I don't know much, but Visery's mentioned something about her playing soccer in her high school years-she just graduated recently-and taking some fencing classes."
"Well, I'll know not to get near her when there's something pointy around." They laughed. The argument he had with Arya didn't seem like such a big deal as it did before.
"So, son... What do you think of that Willow girl?" Robert asked Gendry sternly. Sure, Gendry liked her and was a bit protective over her, but he didn't really want to get into anything serious with Willow, At least now yet, he thought. He shrugged.
"I don't know, I like her I guess, but I wanna see where we'd end up." He told his father. Robert looked at him.
"Well, you better go check on her. Her dress is probably soiled." Gendry nodded and stalked off to find Willow.
New story!
So this is basically following the plot of Romeo & Juliet, but not the actual story. So Gendry's probably not gonna propose the next day to Arya on a balcony, but there will be the balcony scene.
Btw, if any of you readers have an idea for a better title, please tell me. I couldn't think of one so I put "Won't stop till we surrender"
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