A/N: hey so I got a comment asking why I was making Arya a lesbian. Simply enough, because I want to. If you don't like it don't read it. Anyways here's chapter 2, enjoy J

CHAPTER 2

The next day

Arya couldn't get that girl out of her head. They'd only spoken for a few minutes before an old man had called her and she'd had to leave, but those few minutes were enough to shroud her thoughts in utter confusion. Arya had always found girls attractive, but none had ever taken her breath away the way that Daenerys had. She didn't know how she felt about this development. Apparently, she wouldn't have more time to think about though as Sansa burst into her room, interrupting both her thoughts and her mindless strumming of her guitar.

"Arya!" Sansa exclaimed. "Why aren't you ready yet? The guests will be here any minute!"

"shit" Arya mentally cursed. She had lost track of the time and had completely forgotten about the nearing arrival of the Baratheon's and various other important figures involved with the company that her father worked for.

"I'll be down in a few minutes!" she called over her shoulder as she dashed to the bathroom to shower.

10 minutes later

Arya rushed downstairs, mindful of her still untied laces, still straightening her clothes. The moment Sansa caught sight of her she sighed, exasperated. Arya's parents had given up trying to get her to wear dresses a long time ago, claiming that her miserable demeaner cancelled out any elegance that a dress would provide her. So, they'd come to a compromise. Arya could wear what she liked as long as it was suitably formal or casual for the occasions they were worn for. Arya put in some effort to still look slightly feminine despite the fact that her clothes were more similar to her brothers' than to Sansa's. Her shirts, waist coats and jackets were tailored, and her slacks were tight fitting so as to still show off her curves, however in Sansa's opinion, anything other than a dress was not nearly feminine enough. Good thing Arya didn't really care what Sansa thought.

Arya joined her siblings in the entrance hall, waiting for the arrival of their guests. She smirked at Robb's chuckle at her tardiness and laughed when she caught sight of Bran's sour expression. He was wearing an outfit similar to her own and even thought it was not a full suit like the ones Robb and her father were wearing, it would make if very difficult to climb the trees out back, as he was so fond of doing.

Arya straightened her skinny, black tie one last time and fidgeted with her waist coat buttons, but immediately stopped when her father walked in with a rather fat man she recognised as Robert Baratheon. Arya has not seen the man in over 7 years, and he had changed much but she still recognised him despite the fat that had replaced his muscle and the grey streaks that had started to replace his pitch-black hair. She supposed running a company as large as Baratheon Inc. took its toll on a man. But his blue eyes were still kind and jovial.

"ah here are all your wonderful children Ned! Robb my boy it has been to long!", Robert declared, gripping Robb's hand in a firm shake. "where is your twin boy? The one that looks like you Ned?"

"Jon did not move with us sir. He went to Fort Jackson to begin his training," Robb replied, looking saddened by the fact that his twin was not there. They had barely been separated for a day since their birth. When Jon joined the army fresh out of high school, aged 18, Robb signed up with him, so they wouldn't be separated. Now that Jon had expressed his ambition to continue on to become a ranger, Robb realised he could not follow, instead accepting a place in the reserves and coming home to join his father at work for Baratheon Inc.

"ah of course!" Robert exclaimed, having remembered that Ned had, in fact told him this. "noble ambition that, noble indeed."

Robert himself had been in the army, fighting alongside Ned. He had great admiration for soldiers. He moved on to Sansa, and Arya saw more people trailing in after him.

"You, young Sansa, have grown into a fine young lady indeed! And you must be Arya."

Arya looked up at Robert, startled to be addressed so soon, having expected him to talk to Sansa for longer.

"I am sir," she replied simply.

"You remind me of someone," he said absentmindedly, moving along the line of Stark children. She paid him no mind and instead focussed on the crowd that was now entering her house. Cersei Baratheon, formally Cersei Lannister, walked in after her husband, looking around in distaste. Arya shuddered. She had never liked her. Their eldest son, Joffrey walked in after his mother, a smug smirk on his face. Arya frowned. She could not remember him, but he seemed like a right royal prick. The younger children Tommen and Myrcella followed him. They at least seem sweet, Arya thought to herself.

Behind the Baratheons entered the Lannisters, Jaime and Tyrion. Jamie was as handsome as she'd heard and judging by Sansa's fidgeting she too had noticed this. Either that or she was still simpering over Joffrey, Arya thought with a roll of her eyes. Arya herself was far more interested in the youngest Lannister, Tyrion. The imp was well known across Westeros for being a whoring drunk and Arya thought he'd be interesting to talk to.

The night went as well as one could expect. Sansa spent her evening paying attention to Joffrey, much to Arya's disgust. The Baratheon heir went on and on about his supposed sporting accomplishments. According to the blonde twat he was a black belt in some or other fighting style that he was unable to name when Arya questioned him about it, which made her realise he was lying and made her dislike him even more. Arya hated people who lied about their accomplishments to impress people. Sansa didn't seem to mind though as she was hanging on to every word the prick said. Arya spent much of her evening speaking to the imp, who, despite being drunk on the expensive Dornish wine Ned had bought for the occasion, was a very good dinner companion. After dinner she excused herself and left to her room. There was only so much Lannister she could handle in one evening and Joffrey used up her tolerance within 5 seconds. The last thought on her mind when she drifted off to sleep as the guests left, was of the silver haired Daenerys. She really hoped she'd see the girl the next day at school.

A/N. so theres chapter 2. hope you guys enjoyed it. will try get the next one up soon.