Notes: OMG!

I didn't expect this much love so soon. Thank you sooooo much for being here and enjoying my insane crossovers!

This chapter is quite short, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Chapter 2

Arthur's sense of humor had always been peculiar, to say the least. Perhaps that was why he found himself completely charmed by Sansa Stark's thinly veiled sarcasm. When people called her "a lady" they weren't joking. She'd obviously wanted to tell him to fuck off, but chose to be coldly polite instead.

He wasn't expecting it, but he'd liked it.

He was pretty sure she hadn't forgiven him, though. Which, fair enough, was her right, but still…

Arthur could be charming when he wanted to; he could charm Sansa Stark into forgiving him.

"Thank you, Mr. Pendragon." The boy shook his hand. "It's going to be a pleasure working with you."

"The pleasure is mine, lad. And call me Arthur." He replied.

He thought the boy was going to wet himself with excitement.

"What do you think?" Bedivere asked once the boy left the table.

"I've always wanted to be in a comic book. Never thought it'd be as a demon hunter, but I like it."

Bedivere snorted. The boy -Rubio -as a comic artist, who happened to be a fan of the band. He wanted to create a comic book of Camelot where they were demon hunters. They'd been discussing it for a while and now it was settled.

"Do you want to share a cab back?" Bedivere asked Arthur as they got up to leave as well.

"I have my…" The rest of the sentence trailed off as Arthur's eyes caught a flash of red.

He liked this restaurant because of the privacy; it was the type of place where anyone could sit and enjoy good food and a well-deserved break from the paps.

Obviously, Sansa Stark thought the same, because she was there.

When he'd stopped talking, Bedivere followed his gaze and what had caught his eyes. "Don't you dare."

"Talk to you later, Bed." Arthur winked at him, before marching towards her. She was sitting alone, distracted by the menu, so he just pulled a chair and sat down in front of her.

She put her menu down, her eyes rounding once she recognized him.

"Are you serious?" She threw at him.

Arthur gave her his most charming smile. "Hello, Stark."

She opened her mouth, but the waiter appeared beside them. "Can I get the gentleman a drink?"

"The gentleman isn't staying." Sansa spoke, her eyes fixed on him.

Arthur chuckled. "I'm okay, mate."

The man left, and Sansa sighed. "Can I help you, Pendragon?" She asked, not even trying to disguise the dryness of her tone.

"I think you should forgive me." He declared, reaching for a bread stick and taking a bite out of it.

She arched a brow at him. "I thought I'd already accepted your apologies."

"You did, but you didn't forgive me." He took another bite.

Her eyebrow -perfectly manicured -remained arched. "And my forgiveness is essential to you." She said deadpan.

"Look…" He wiped his hands on his pants. "I'm not a complete asshole." She snorted. "I know I didn't make a great impression, but I'm honestly sorry. I didn't mean what I said."

"So you keep saying." She commented calmly.

"What do I have to do for you to believe me?" He looked deeply amused by the whole situation, which wasn't helping Sansa believe in him. "Should I fall to my knees? 'Cause I can do that."

He made to get up. "Don't even think about it." Sansa hissed at him, looking around wildly. "Why are you insisting on this?" She asked tiredly.

"Because I know when I'm wrong." He explained. "I promised myself, when I started this career, that I wouldn't be the type of person that does and says things just to get five minutes of attention. I wanted to be careful with what I said, because I didn't want to be influencing people with bullshit. I didn't enter the music world to create polemic by running my mouth. And I'm sorry that, the first time I do it, it hits you."

Sansa was giving him a measuring look, however her mask wasn't in place anymore; he could see a bit of doubt and curiosity on her. "Are you doing this because you and Jon are pals or something?"

"Jesus Christ, woman. Are you going to doubt all my motives?" He groaned dramatically.

"Yes." She answered as if it was that simple. "Saying you're sorry is very easy; anyone can do it, and you don't even have to mean it. Not repeating the same mistake is what makes a difference."

It was then that something clicked inside Arthur's head: his insistence was making her wary; she believed he had some hidden motive for it, that he was only saying what he had to get something he wanted.

Someone had probably burned Sansa Stark pretty badly.

He needed to back off.

"Fine." He declared easily, leaning back against the chair. "I won't insist anymore."

That gave her pause. "No?" She asked warily.

"Nope." He popped the p. "I see your point. I'll just have to prove mine to you."

She gave him a disbelieving look. "Really?"

"Wait and see, Red." He winked at her.

She opened her mouth, likely to tell him off, but the arrival of her lunch date prevented it. "Sansa?"

Arthur had never seen Margaery Tyrell on the flesh before, though he'd seen many of her pictures all over the place. The young model was exceedingly pretty and well dressed. She was also looking at them with undisguised curiosity.

"Don't let me ruin your lunch, ladies." He said getting up. "Tyrell." He nodded at the other woman.

She didn't take the seat, just graced him with the smirk that made her famous. "Arthur Pendragon." She offered her hand. "What a surprise seeing you here. I hope you weren't giving dear Sansa a hard time." There was an edge of a warning in her voice.

Arthur shook her hand. "Never. I'm trying to get her forgiveness, but so far…" He shrugged.

Sansa snorted and Margaery looked from one to the other, her face bemused. "Is that so?" She drawled. "Maybe you just haven't tried hard enough."

He grinned at her. "Yeah, I came to same conclusion."

Notes: Arthur probably grabbed the rest of the breadsticks before leaving… hahaha

I hope you enjoyed it!

In the next chapter we will get to know a bit more about Sansa's past in the music industry.

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