Game of Thrones: A Name Doesn't Make a Person
Chapter 4 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 4
Sansa smiled lightly as she got dressed. She was getting ready for school and was therefore pulling on her uniform. The girls uniform consisted of a black pleated skirt which ended two inches above knee; a white blouse; a black and grey thin striped tie; a black V-necked sweater; It allowed for black socks, either knee or ankle length, or tights that were see-through or skin-coloured and black flats. In Sansa's case she wore see-through tights. She checked to make sure her uniform was neat and quickly brushed her hair to ensure it was smooth and, satisfied, she headed downstairs. Her family were all assembled and having breakfast, she joined them. Her parents were all ready to go to work, Robb and Jon to college. Rickon was not yet old enough to go to the same school as her, Arya and Bran, but he would be going to his own school. Arya and Bran were in their school uniform; Arya's the same as Sansa's yet she wore socks, due to her dislike of tights; her socks were ankle length. Bran wore the boy's uniform which consisted of a pair of smart black trousers; a white shirt; a black and grey thin striped tie; a black V-necked sweater; black socks and polished black shoes. Sansa supressed a smile; as usual, Bran was neatly dressed while Arya looked scruffy; her hair unbrushed, her blouse coming untucked from her skirt. Sansa also knew that Arya typically wore shorts under her skirt too.
For a long time Arya's scruffiness, amongst other things, had been a source of contention between her and her mother and sister. But now, now they simply accepted it; it was part of who she was.
"Good morning Sansa." Cat greeted her eldest daughter warmly. "Are you ready for school?"
Sansa nodded. "Yes Mother."
She at breakfast with her family and before long they were all heading to their respective destinations. As they left the car Catelyn spoke to them.
"Have fun, behave and Arya…" She paused as Arya turned to her. "Try to stay out of trouble today."
Arya rolled her eyes. "Yes mum."
With that they left the car and headed into school. Arya immediately spotting her other two friends, Lommy and Hot Pie and hurrying over to them. Bran was also joined by his best friend, Jojen Reed. Meanwhile Sansa went to join two of her friends, whom she spotted right away. One was Myrcella; immediately recognizable with her long curly blonde hair and green eyes. The other was a girl with long brown hair tied in a ponytail and brown eyes; she was Sansa's closest friend, Jeyne Poole. Both wore the girl's uniform; Myrcella with skin coloured tights and Jeyne with knee length socks.
"Hey." She greeted them as she arrived.
They both turned to her, smiling. "Hi Sansa." Jeyne returned the greeting.
The girl spent some time talking before they were joined by another friend, Myrcella's cousin, Shireen Baratheon, daughter of Robert's younger brother Stannis. Shireen was a nice girl; with black hair and blue eyes. Yet her appearance was sadly marred by the burn scars covering the left side of her face as well as inheriting her father's square jaw and her mother's prominent ears. Like the girls she was dressed in their typical uniform, like Jeyne she wore knee length socks.
After spending some time talking with the girls; Sansa began walking to her first class. As she walked she spotting a young man just ahead of her; one she recognized right away.
She smiled widely and called out to him. "Hi Podrick."
The boy flinched and turned to face her. She saw it was indeed Podrick; his eyes widened slightly in recognition.
"Oh, hello Sansa." He replied; smiling lightly.
She returned the smile. "I thought it was you. So, you've transferred here then?"
He nodded. "Y-yes; this is my first day."
"Relax, it'll be okay." She reassured him, noting his usual nervousness was reappearing. "What do you have first?"
Pod cleared his throat and consulted his timetable. "I have English first."
Sansa smiled. "So do I…Oh, I have the same second class as you too. If you like I could show you to these classes, then during the break I can show you around the school."
"You; you'd do that?" He gasped.
Sansa nodded. "Of course; I'd be happy to. Think of me as a friend."
Pod smiled. "I'd like that; thank you."
Sansa nodded and they began to walk towards their first class together. Their interaction did not go unnoticed; Joffrey had witnessed them and he glared, clearly unhappy.
'Who does that loser think he is?' He thought angrily. 'I'll have to teach him the rules it seems.'
With that he stalked off to his first class; still seething with anger.
Podrick smiled; he was still slightly nervous, but was gradually becoming used to the school. This new environment with so many people had been overwhelming to him at first. But then he met Sansa just before his first class and, thanks to her help; he felt a little more at ease.
'It was good of her to help me. She's such a nice person.' He thought happily to himself.
He was making his way to the cafeteria for lunch. He was lost in thought when suddenly he felt a hand grab his arm and then a familiar voice.
"Podrick, a word." It snarled.
He turned sharply, seeing Joffrey standing there, glaring at him.
"Sure, cousin." He replied; his voice wavering slightly.
Joffrey flared up. "Don't call me that; I am not your cousin and never will be."
Pod bit his lip, bowing his head. "Sorry Joffrey."
"Better." He replied; before suddenly getting in his face. "Now listen, you stay away from Sansa. She's mine and mine alone, understand. She can think you're after her, but that isn't the case. She's all mine."
Pod stepped back; startled by this. Joffrey nodded, clearly believing Pod had got the message. He then stalked away; leaving Pod shaken and rather shocked by this sudden outburst. He continued to head to the cafeteria; deeply disturbed by what had just happened; it certainly didn't seem right.
He was still thinking about it at the end of the school day and was troubled about the whole thing.
'This doesn't seem right; Sansa doesn't seem like the kind of girl who'd put up with that.' He pondered. 'I don't know; I have to know more about this.'
He sighed and finally reached a decision. He returned home and found Tyrion in the living room. Tyrion smiled as Pod entered.
"Ah Pod, there you are, how was school?" He asked.
Pod nodded. "It was alright, pretty good actually. Um…Tyr…Dad?"
"Yes?"
Pod explained about his confrontation with Joffrey. "He told me that Sansa is his and his alone."
Tyrion shook his head. "Oh by the Gods; this nonsense again."
Pod was startled by this reaction; Tyrion sighed and then explained.
"They used to date, but he was horrible to her, abusive. So she broke it off with him. But he thinks she still loves him and is deluded. He can't let go of her and thinks she can't possibly be better off without him."
Pod nodded slowly; now things made sense.
"So don't pay any attention to him. Sansa doesn't belong to anyone." Tyrion replied with a suggestive grin.
Pod noticed and blushed. "Ugh, I didn't mean…"
He groaned and left, heading up to his room.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.