Game of Thrones: History Repeats Itself

Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 7

Arya smiled happily as she relaxed on the couch, hands on her greatly stomach, she was relieved that everything seemed to be taken care of now. She was in her and Gendry's apartment, they had just come back from grocery shopping and Gendry had insisted on putting everything away. That left her to relax, as she did so, she thought about the baby.

'Nearly there...Almost at the due date.' She reflected.

She couldn't deny, despite everything, despite her normal views on things like this, she was excited; she couldn't wait to finally meet the baby, her and Gendry's daughter, she smiled wistfully as she recalled the talk she had with her mother earlier that day.

She sighed contently. 'I was still so afraid, worried about my parenting abilities, that I'd...screw things up, but mum helped, she really helped. She had those same fears, but look at us all.'

Grinning at that she found herself broken out of her contemplation by the sound of a knock at the door.

"Gendry?"

He replied at once. "I got it."

She listened to the sound of his footsteps as he went to answer the door. She could hear him talking to whoever it was, he sounded surprised. Then she heard more footsteps, Gendry had let whoever it was in. She couldn't deny, she was intrigued.

She soon got her answer when Gendry entered, there with him, smiling, was Lancel.

"Lancel?" She gasped; surprised.

She recalled how he'd helped her in school, how he was to be a father himself.

"Hello, I...I thought I'd drop by." He said.

She nodded. "Uh, cool...well, it's nice to see you."

She felt as awkward as he looked, she wasn't surprised. Their past wasn't exactly friendly, they were both uncertain, but they were trying.

'That's the main thing right?' She wondered.

It was then she noticed the bag he was carrying and quirked an eyebrow.

"What's that?" She asked.

Gendry spoke up. "I was wondering that myself."

Lancel smiled widely and handed it to Arya. Confused, Arya opened it up and looked inside.

"Gods..." She whispered as she saw what was inside.

She pulled it out, allowing Gendry to see, inside the bag turned out to be some clothes that looked handmade, as did the two plush toys inside.

She looked up at Lancel who confirmed. "My mother made them, asked me to give them to you if I could...So, I came right away."

Arya grinned, she heard so much about the famed generosity of Dorna Lannister nee Swyft; now she was seeing first-hand how true those stories were.

She blinked, trying to avoid the tears. "This is, very nice Lancel, thank you...and tell your mother I said thank you too."

Lancel nodded, smiling. Arya was touched beyond measure; the fact that Dorna had taken the time to make this little gift for her, when she wasn't obligated too; the fact she had done it out of the simple kindness of her heart, was something that Arya just couldn't help but marvel at and be happy about.


To say Lysa was shocked would be an understatement, she hadn't expected her father to contact her out of the blue like that. She always tried to have as little contact with him as possible; especially due to his betrayal of her all those years ago.

"What is this about?" She asked, cutting to the chase. 'The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can leave.'

Her father sighed; he seemed, lost, unsure, it was very different from what Lysa was used to seeing with him.

"Lysa I...I honestly don't know where to start..." He replied. "We need to talk, seriously. Every that's happened lately, it's, it's brought home an important issue."

Lysa narrowed her eyes. "Everything that's happened. You mean my irresponsible niece getting herself knocked up and Cat shaming us by letting her keep that thing...that isn't how this family works after all, right."

To her surprise, her father simply sighed and bowed his head. "Cat does this family proud, you and I are the ones to shame it."

"What, me, I haven't…!?" Lysa began protesting.

But Hostor looked at her seriously and replied. "The way you treated Arya was deplorable...what nearly happened to her because of that...That is what you have done. But I am to blame as well, for putting you in that position in the first place."

Lysa froze, she hadn't heard that right, surely.

She narrowed her eyes.

"What is your game father you..."

"No game, Lysa...I...It's been years and..." He replied, hesitant. "Of all the things I've done in my life...what I did to you back then was the worst and now this...Lysa, don't you understand that you can't just go around..."

Lysa immediately reacted. "Of course I understand, but how do you expect me to feel; how can I be happy, about something I was denied, it's not..."

She couldn't help it, despite herself she broke down. Hostor nodded sadly, clearly upset himself.

"You're right, it's not right, and...But, neither is how you've been treating Arya, you need help Lysa and I..." He sighed. "Sorry doesn't begin to cover it, but I can't..."

Lysa just shook her head. "You're right, it doesn't, but it's all we have...Gods this is so; and the things I said. I do, need help, but I don't..."

Hostor nodded. "We can't change the past; all we can do, is look to the future and try to improve, try to fix things; but to do that..."

Lysa managed a small smile; she understood at least, her father was genuinely sorry and if nothing else; it was a start, a small start, but a start nevertheless.


Arya sat rigid, eyes narrowed as she observed her aunt. Two unexpected visits to their apartment was one thing, but when one was decidedly unwelcome, it did not help her.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

To her surprise, Lysa was rather subdued. "Arya I just..."

Arya glared as the woman began approaching her. "Back off, you dare come any closer I'll have Gendry throw you out."

Lysa stopped and shook her head. "Alright, alright, easy...I just, I need to talk to you."

"Need?"

With a heavy sigh, the woman replied. "Everything I've said or did to you, it...it was wrong...I've, I've had a long time to realize that and, and a few...things have happened, I don't even know where to start."

Arya raised an eyebrow at this; slightly perplexed.

"Oookay…?"

"I know it won't begin to make up for what I said." Lysa replied. "But I am truly sorry and, I admit I was wrong, I am trying to get help, I have...a problem. But it's only right that I tell you that I am sorry."

Sighing Arya nodded slowly. "I...I see, well, I guess I can understand."

Lysa smiled shakily and Arya managed the same, it was another small step forward, but it was there. There was hope.


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