Game of Thrones: Love in the Springtime

Chapter 4 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Jeyne Poole

"There, perfect." Sansa stated as she finished fixing the veil.

Jeyne Poole smiled as the other Jeyne thanked Sansa. It was nearly time; the wedding would be beginning soon, everybody was making final preparations. All the guests were here; everybody in the church was assembled, Robb was waiting, his family was all ready. Jeyne knew that they would soon be beginning the ceremony, only one problem; a bridesmaid was missing. Sansa looked around and sighed.

"Where's Arya now, we need her here, it's almost time."

Elenya smiled. "She stepped out a few minutes ago; she'll be nearby."

Jeyne Westerling nodded. "Best find her quickly; Elenya, could you let dad know we're nearly ready?"

Elenya nodded and left the room, while the other two bridesmaids, friends of Jeyne's stayed with her, Sansa and Jeyne Poole left the room. Sansa turned to her friend and sighed.

"Okay, let's go; we'll take a look around. Arya's here somewhere."

Jeyne nodded. "Right; maybe if we split it it'll be quicker."

Sansa agreed and they split up. Jeyne smiled; she wasn't at all surprised by this turn of events. She knew Arya well enough to know she hated things like dresses, and big gatherings. Still; they needed to find her; Jeyne had a feeling however that Arya would not be alone.

Sure enough, after some searching Jeyne gently opened a door and peeked into the room. She smiled when she spotted Arya and, like she suspected, Arya wasn't alone. She was with her boyfriend; Gendry was his name if Jeyne remembered right, they were both close together, lost in their own world. Jeyne stopped herself from entering the room however; instead she observed the two of them. She had to admit, they had both cleaned up well; she was used to seeing them in baggy or dishevelled clothes. Arya usually never bothered to brush her hair and, due to his work, Gendry normally had spots of oil or grease that he had missed when cleaning on his clothes or face. Yet now both were immaculately dressed and cleaned up; Arya's hair was brushed, wavy and Jeyne had to admit the purple streak in hair matched her dress well. Still she noted their discomfort; both seemingly eager to ditch their 'fancy clothes' for more favourable attire. Yet right now; none of that seemed to matter to them. They both stood in the centre of the room; holding each other, Arya's head lay on Gendry's chest; she sighed, Jeyne noted how tired she sounded already. She watched as Gendry gently used his finger under her chin to lift Arya's head, to look her in the eyes.

"You're doing fine Arry." He said softly. "It's only a few more hours; you'll make it."

Arya nodded slowly, lowering her gaze again. "I hope so; it's just…They're all great and all, but I just can't stay with them in that room for more than a few minutes at a time."

She sighed and then added. "I just don't know how to be a girl."

Jeyne watched as Gendry responded by kissing Arya.

Jeyne sighed quietly as she watched them; she had been surprised and then interested when she heard Arya had a boyfriend. Then she met him and she couldn't deny she was a little jealous; after all Gendry was hot, Arya was truly lucky to have him. She had seen them a few times after that, she was amazed by them. She knew Arya wasn't the easiest person to understand, always putting up walls around herself. Yet Gendry had penetrated those walls easily and seemed to understand her perfectly. Sometimes they didn't even speak to each other but knew exactly what the other wanted. She had seen Arya hit Gendry several times, yet he always responded by laughing and kissing her. They also seemed to argue about trivial things constantly, but always they seemed to love each other, perhaps more and more after their arguments. Jeyne knew that Arya was still picked on at school by those girls she had once mistakenly thought as friends. Yet always, her first call when she got home after a day dealing with that was to Gendry. He always made her feel better, no matter what the problem was, or what time it was. Sansa had told Jeyne once that Arya sometimes slipped out at night, going to Gendry's, when she was feeling down or having nightmares. As far as Jeyne was concerned, this served as perfect proof just how good Gendry was for Arya.

Gendry and Arya finally parted and Gendry shook his head.

"None of that now Arry, you're doing fine." He said. "You'll make it…I think I've kept you here too long, it's nearly time."

Arya checked her watch and her eyes widened. "Shit, you're right; okay, I better get back. I'll see you in the church; I'll be the fourth one in."

Gendry laughed. "I'd recognize you anywhere, don't worry."

Arya laughed and nodded as they stepped back from each other. Jeyne stepped away and began walking away, intending to find Sansa, to explain Arya was on her way back. Her mind still full of the touching scene she had witnessed. A rare glimpse of Arya's more tender and gentle side; something that she apparently only really showed to Gendry. Jeyne realized now that Arya was starting to falter, probably having difficulty continuing with her role, however small it actually was. Arya hated the fact that when she entered before Sansa and Jeyne, everybody's eyes would be on her, it made her extremely nervous, she hated attention like that. However Gendry had encouraged her and she would be fine now; just in time for the wedding to begin.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.