Game of Thrones: Love in the Hardest Places
Chapter 1 of my new Game of Thrones story, allowing me to try out a new pairing, along with a few ones I'm used to, enjoy.
As a side note, as is usual for these stories, I've had to mess around with the ages, particular for the major characters.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 1
Sighing as she finished getting ready for school, the sixteen year old girl with light tan skin, long curly blonde hair and green eyes paused for a moment. Her name was Myrcella Baratheon, the middle child and only daughter of President Robert Baratheon and his wife Cersei.
She was standing before her mirror, reflecting. She was at home in King's Landing. She was considered quite a beautiful girl; but her dating history wasn't exactly the best; she had two previous boyfriends yet both relationships had ended, the second one badly.
She was clad in her school uniform, which consisted of a pair of either dark blue trousers or a mid-thigh pleated skirt for the girls, depending on their choice, a white blouse with a dark blue blazer and a blue and silver tie. The girls also wore black flats and, again, based on choice, either tights or grey socks, length or style of tights was again based on the girl's choice.
Myrcella was still confident in her body and liked to look as best as she could; she enhanced this by opting to wear a skirt with ankle socks.
'I really need to get a move on...I don't want to be late.' She noted. 'But I'm...I still keep thinking about my, problems; especially in regards to...my relationship.'
She was currently in her third relationship with a boy; yet she was keeping this one secret, for so many reasons. Quickly composing herself she instead decided to focus on her main issue right now; getting to school before she was late. Satisfied with this she left her room, and headed downstairs, ready to begin her day.
Meanwhile, in the North, at Winterfell, home of the Stark family; a prominent and influential family in the land of Westeros, the head of the family, Eddard Stark being friends with Robert Baratheon, another sixteen year old girl was getting ready for school.
In contrast to Myrcella this girl was remarkably pale, like all of her family; but unlike her siblings she took after her father, rather than her mother, in appearance. She had shoulder length brown hair, grey eyes, a long face and a slender athletic build.
Her name was Arya Stark, third child and youngest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. Like Myrcella she stood before her mirror, observing her reflection. She wore her uniform too, but unlike Myrcella Arya wore trousers. She was a tomboy and loathed many things that were considered girly and hated doing things like showing her body.
She didn't slut shame anyone who did that sort of thing, she felt it was their body and their choice.
'I just don't get why they can't respect my choices and views when I respect theirs.' She thought to herself. 'Still, I've got more things to worry about than that...Like what my family are gonna say or do if they ever find out about me and Gendry together.'
Gendry was her boyfriend, a man five years her senior, living in Flea Bottom; the slums of King's Landing, a rough neighbourhood. He didn't have a choice; he had little money and wished to leave it. She sighed but quickly pushed her thoughts away; she had to hurry and get to school. She may have hated it there, but she couldn't afford to be late again. Not unless she wanted to spend yet another day after school in detention.
Arriving at school with her siblings, Arya remained sullen as she usually was at school. Her siblings consisted of her older sister, eighteen year old Sansa Stark, wearing the girl's uniform and opting for a skirt with knee high socks. Sansa was the very image of their mother from her younger years, long auburn hair, blue eyes, and high cheek bones.
Their brothers, fifteen year old Bran and fourteen year old Rickon also had auburn hair, blue eyes and high cheek bones. They wore the boy's uniform, again based on the boy's choices, either a pair of dark blue trousers or mid-thigh length shorts; a white shirt with a dark blue blazer, blue and silver tie, grey socks and black polished shoes.
Bran and Rickon wore opted for trousers themselves.
"Well, here we are." Sansa said with a grin. "So…
Arya nodded. "Yeah, have fun, I've gotta go see the guys."
Sansa shook her head. "Honestly, Arya, you spend too much time with those boys, you..."
"Save it." Arya replied, disinterested.
With that she stalked off; leaving Sansa to shake her head and go to meet her own friends; Bran and Rickon doing the same. Sansa reached her friends first, amongst them was Myrcella, along with four other girls.
A stunningly beautiful eighteen year old girl with long brown hair and eyes, fair skin and a curvy build, wearing see through tights with her skirt, it was Margaery Tyrell. The next girl was also eighteen and had brown hair and eyes, as well as pale skin; she was from the North like Sansa, she wore a skirt but opted for thigh-high socks instead.
It was Sansa's best friend, Jeyne Poole. The other two girls wore skirts and tights, the younger girl opting for skin coloured tights, the older for see through ones. The first girl was Joy Lannister, the other Daenerys Targaryen.
Myrcella smiled lightly as Sansa joined them, along with another boy, the same as her with brown hair and eyes, wearing shorts with his uniform; it was Sansa's boyfriend, Podrick Payne. She quickly shot a warning glare at her older brother Joffrey, who wore trousers and had the same golden hair and green eyes as her.
He was glaring at Sansa, they had previously dated before but split up because of Joffrey's mistreatment of her. With Joffrey backing off Myrcella looked around and smiled seeing two other boys, both wearing shorts with their uniforms; one with messy golden hair and green eyes, as well as light tan skin like her.
The other was pale and skinny with brown hair and blue eyes. It was her younger brother Tommen and Tommen's boyfriend, Robin Arryn.
'Well, here we go, today should hopefully be free of any drama.' She thought hopefully. 'Although with Joffrey that's hardly likely to happen.'
She instead focused on talking with the rest of the group. Meanwhile, Arya paused for a moment, spotting Rickon and Bran going to join their friends; including a girl with dark hair and eyes, who like Arya choose trousers for her uniform, Arya knew her well, Lyanna Mormont.
She sighed. 'Another day, what will be first issue...'
She soon got her answer when she heard a commotion ahead. She hurried towards it, for she recognized the voices. She glared when she saw Joffrey Baratheon there. The main reason she was glaring was simple; he was bullying two sixteen year old boys; one with trousers for his uniform, the other in shorts; the one in trousers was overweight, with brown hair and eyes, named Hot Pie; the boy in shorts had blonde hair and blue eyes and was quite scrawny, his name was Lommy. Both were Arya's friends.
She immediately hurried over.
"Hey, prick!" She snapped.
Joffrey turned to her, smirking. "Ah, just as I thought, deal with these losers and the ugly Stark bitch appears."
Arya growled, closing in on him. "Wanna try saying that again…"
"What are you gonna do?" Joffrey taunted. "Don't forget, you get in trouble again..."
She snarled, it was true; if she got in trouble then the Principal would call her parents and she'd face even more trouble. Luckily, at that moment no further action was required, the bell rang to start the first classes for the day and so they all had to hurry to their first classes.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.