A/N This very is rather AU. Set in modern times with very few cannon aspects aside from the character names and personalities, and a few Easter eggs thrown in every now and again.
The ages of the characters have been adjusted, in some cases rather dramatically as follows
The Starks:
Ned-48
Catlyn-45
Robb and Jon-20
Sansa-17
Arya-16
Bran-13
Rikkon-10
The Baratheons
Robert-47
Cersei-40
Joffrey-18
Tommen-15
Myrcella-12
The Tyrells
Mace- 45
Loras-20
Margeary-16
The Lannisters
Tywin-66
Jaime-40
Tyrion-35
Other
Daario- 18
Daenerys-18
Gendry Waters-18
Sandor Clegane-18
Gregor Clegane-25
Also, unfortunately Jon will not be playing a major role in this story.
Enjoy :)
Chapter 1
Arya didn't want to move to the Crownlands, especially not to the busiest part of the city, Kings Landing. Arya much preferred her home town of Winterfell, in the cold Northern regions of Westeros. However, as Arya was only 16, she didn't really have a say. So, when her father, Ned Stark, got promoted to second director in the trading company he worked for, Baratheon Inc. which required him to move closer to their headquarters, which happened to be in Kings Landing, Arya had no choice but to move with. Her entire family was relocating so it would be a huge ordeal. Luckily the youngest Stark child, Rikkon, was 10, a relatively manageable age. She was glad that her older brother Robb, aged 20, was moving with them. Unfortunately, his twin Jon would not. He had announced 2 weeks earlier that he would be leaving to join the army, like their uncle Ben. It was his dream to be a great ranger like his uncle. She could not imagine moving to this strange new place without him. Out of all her siblings, Arya got on the best with Jon. To be honest, she got on well with all her brothers, despite how Bran tended to be rather withdrawn and Rikkon just got on her nerves at times. Her sister Sansa on the other hand, she seldom saw eye to eye with. Sansa was 17, and a perfect lady. She didn't understand Arya at all. She could not understand why she preferred to be friends with boys, and why she preferred sport to doing silly things like shopping and painting your nails. Their biggest topics of disagreement were, of course, Arya's motorbike and the amount of time she spent in the gym with her brothers.
"Ladies don't ride motorcycles Arya!" was a sentence she heard very often from her sister, almost as often as she heard the inevitable scoff every time she went to the gym. Sansa went to the gym too, of course, how else would she hold her "perfect figure", but she stuck to "ladylike" activities. Like spinning or… heaven forbid… Zumba!
Her bike, a battered, slate grey Honda Triumph, was her pride and joy. She had wanted one ever since Robb and Jon had gotten their first bikes. Their first ones were simple dirt bikes, mere 125cc babies, nothing compared to their current bikes, 2 beautiful Harley Davidsons. Hers she got for her 16th birthday from Jon. He found it at the scrap yard and had his friend Mikken fix it up. Her mother wasn't too pleased, but she relented eventually and let her keep it, mostly thanks to her father speaking up and saying he thought it would help her restlessness. It was the best birthday present she'd ever received. And it was currently sitting in the back of a moving truck as they made their way down the main road of their new home city, their long journey South almost complete.
The new house was bigger than their old one at least. Her and Sansa didn't have to share a room anymore thank God… the younger 2 boys weren't so lucky. And the garage was bigger as well. The was space for the bikes now which was great because honestly it was such a hassle to cover them every time they weren't using them in case of rain… all in all the new house was very nice. There was a massive garden in the front and in the back, perfect for the 6 dogs. They had all gotten puppies the previous Christmas and they were getting bigger now, so they needed the space to play. Well 5 of them were getting bigger… Sansa's Maltese, Lady, would never get much bigger. Unlike the German Shepherds that Arya and the twins had, and unlike Bran's golden retriever, Summer. And even little Rickons black lab would grow significantly bigger.
Never one to organise, Arya helped the boys and her father unpack the trucks as opposed to helping their mother and Sansa organising the new house and unpacking the smaller things out of their boxes. When the last of the big items were taken out of the truck, Arya reluctantly offered to help her mother and sister, who luckily agreed that her lack of patience would not be helpful with this delicate task. Instead she decided to go for a ride to explore her new home.
Pulling on her leather jacket and helmet, she made her way to the garage to get her bike. But she didn't quite make is.
There, standing looking at her bike, was a girl. She was small, with long, flowing silver hair. Her back was to Arya, but she could see enough of the girl's body to decide she was the most attractive girl Arya had ever seen. As she was hoping the girl look as good coming as she did going, she turned around and Arya wasn't disappointed. The girl was without a doubt, the most beautiful person Arya had ever laid eyes on. Her features were fine, her skin flawless and her eyes the most striking shade of violet Arya had ever seen. She smiled, and Arya felt her chest contract. Her teeth were dazzling white, and her smile reached her eyes, which sparkled like the first stars after the sun sets.
"Hi," she said.
Arya, usually very confident, had apparently forgotten how to speak.
"I live down the street and I just thought id come say hi," she continued, despite Arya's inability to respond. "what's your name?"
"A-Arya," she managed to choke out with some effort. She cleared her throat, recovering slightly. "What's yours?"
Her effort to speak was rewarded with another dazzling smile.
"I'm Daenerys"
A/N: So that's chapter 1. hope you enjoyed. Please note that I'm at university at the moment, which is very demanding, so while I will try to update as often as possible, my academics comes first.