Game of Thrones: The Laws of the Streets
Chapter 3 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Marina Ka-Fai: Yeah, I suppose she would be, glad you enjoyed it.
Veridissima: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it; yeah, sadly true; glad you liked him though :)
Boris Yeltsin: Yup, it is.
A Frozen Shadow: Well, I can see why you'd think that, but I wouldn't say stupid, more...misguided. Oh no, Jon won't be appearing in this fic I'm afraid.
canonman89: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it :)
Wolfgirl2013: Yeah well, they think they are doing what's best for her.
CadeTheSlowpoke1: Thanks, well, she thought she was helping her; well, wait and see.
wazzup11: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it; yeah, well, at least Tommen was nice.
Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 3
Arya sighed as she noticed that things were once more, tense. However for once, it wasn't her relationship with Gendry that was the issue. Everybody was worried, even her, about Sansa, who had been acting rather strange this past week.
"What are we going to do Ned?" Arya overheard her mother saying. "Sansa is so secretive; not to mention she's looking so pale these days."
Arya bit her lip, she had noticed that too. That wasn't all; she seemed to be talking quietly with Podrick on the phone a lot, not to mention she seemed to have difficulty eating these days. Arya had also caught Sansa sneaking out three times today; the third time she had followed her and, assuming she was visiting the same place each time, found her making her third trip to the pharmacy.
She couldn't linger or she'd know Sansa would spot her, she therefore couldn't understand what Sansa was up to and why. Shaking her head she continued to listen in.
"I don't know Cat. But we have to find out what's going on; see if we can help her." Her father was saying.
Arya rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, help Sansa…always Sansa, you've never helped me with anything. If anything you just stand against me, always.'
She pushed the thoughts out of her mind however and headed through to the dining room for lunch.
At the table, Arya looked around, realizing that everyone seemed aware of Sansa's strange behaviour. It was clear they were all looking around, waiting for someone else to say something first.
It was Catelyn who broke the silence. "Sansa honey, is everything okay, you look a little…unwell; and you've been so quiet lately."
Sansa started and then bit her lip before fidgeting. "I um…I just…I'm sorry."
She choked out the last word, much to the surprise of her whole family.
"Sorry?" Ned queried, confused.
Sansa looked around; everybody was shocked to see tears in her eyes. "I…I'm pregnant…it's Pods."
Stunned silence followed her suddenly announcement. Arya bit her lip as suddenly Sansa's trips to the pharmacy made sense.
'She was taking pregnancy tests…but, three times, three tests…how did she even…?' She thought startled.
She was shaken from her thoughts by their mother's sudden gasp.
"P-pregnant, Sansa, you mean…" She stammered. "Oh Sansa."
She suddenly moved around the table and hugged her eldest daughter tightly. This seemed to revive everyone else, Ned was the next to react and hug Sansa.
He spoke softly; reassuringly. "It's alright Sansa, we're here for you."
The others nodded, the boys all hugged Sansa too.
"Have you, have you decided what you're going to do with the baby?" Robb asked carefully.
Sansa nodded. "I…I'm keeping it; I mean, I can't just…"
Catelyn shook her head. "We understand dear, it's alright, we're here for you, no matter what."
Arya bit her lip; despite feeling ashamed of it, she could feel the jealousy welling up within her.
She couldn't help it, despite her efforts to quash the feelings, they were there.
'Urgh, I can't believe it; look at them all, flocking to Sansa, telling her everything will be okay. Giving her all the support she needs.' Arya thought to herself; bitterly. 'If it was me, I wouldn't get that; they'd just lecture me and complain about my mistake.'
She shook her head however; she knew, despite it being unfair that Sansa got as much support that she needed, despite her not getting the same, she didn't want to upset Sansa, due to the child, so she kept quiet. She did her best to keep her frustrations to herself, until suddenly her mother spoke again.
"Trust me Sansa, everything will be okay, we will make sure of it." She said. "You are our pride and joy Sansa, it shouldn't be any trouble."
Arya felt crushed by that; it was if she might as well not exist.
'That's it, I can't take this.' She thought to herself.
Taking a deep breath she spoke up. "Mum, dad, can I talk to you for a minute, in private?"
They seemed surprised by this but agreed and while Robb, Bran and Rickon did their best help Sansa, Ned and Cat left with Arya, heading for Ned's study.
Once there, both adults sat down, Arya looked at them, doing her best to keep her face neutral. Trying hard to keep any anger or hurt out of her voice too.
"Why, why is everything all so perfect for Sansa?" She asked; the words just coming out. "Why does she have all the support, or the affection?"
Catelyn shook her head. "Arya, your sister…"
Arya quickly cut across her. "Pregnant I know, I know she's having a hard time, that she needs help. But she always gets the help, gets the support."
Ned sighed. "Arya, just what are you trying to say?"
"I'm asking why you do this, let everything be all perfect for sweet princess Sansa, despite her being a pregnant unmarried teenager, yet I am not even allowed to be with the person I love?" Arya replied; despite her efforts, the hurt and anger tinged her voice.
"Oh by the Gods." Catelyn muttered. "Arya; enough of this nonsense already; we've told you…"
Arya glared. "You told me nothing; I get Sansa needs help; I get you support her. All I'm asking is, why can't you ever support me? Just because I don't match up to whatever standards Sansa's set. Not all girls are the same you know."
Ned shook his head. "Enough of this Arya; this is getting out of hand. We can't deal with this right now, go to your room."
"What?" Arya gasped, startled.
Catelyn glared. "You heard your father, go to your room, you are grounded young lady."
Arya stared before glaring and shaking her head, storming off to her room.
It was late at night, Arya sat on her bed, shaking with rage.
'I can't believe, this isn't…urgh, I can't take any more of this.' She thought angrily.
The unfairness of everything was getting to her, she made up her mind.
She stood up. 'That's enough; I'm sorry Gendry, but my parents are never going to understand. This is…There's no other way.'
She quickly removed her pyjamas and began to get dressed, pulling on her thickest jeans, a T-shirt, a thick pullover and three pairs of socks, it was starting to get very cold, winter was setting in.
She quietly slipped out of her room after picking up the loose change on her bedside table; thirty silver stags and two gold dragons and pocketing it. She moved quietly downstairs and pulled on a thick, dark brown jacket, not her favourite jacket, but certainly her warmest.
She then pulled on her boots, gloves, scarf and hat. Then taking a deep breath, she made up her mind.
'This is it; I can't stay here, not in this house of hypocrisy.' She noted to herself.
So she unlocked the door, exited the house and locked the door behind her, before turning and walking away into the night.
End of chapter, well, things have taken a drastic turn, what will happen the following morning, read and review please.