Game of Thrones: Not So Different – Arya
Chapter 14 of my Game of Thrones collaboration story with Marina Ka-Fai, hope you enjoy it.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 14
Arya took a slow careful breath; she was nervous true, but this was it; she was still feeling somewhat down from the previously failed attempt to confess her feelings to Gendry. This time, she was determined to do it successfully.
This time, they would actually not be meeting in a public place; they would in fact be meeting at his apartment. She was surprised yet relieved when she found her parents trusted her recovery enough to let her go on her own. She had to admit; it was daunting, after everything she faced, just taking a simple bus ride like everything was normal again.
Yet now she had done it; it felt like the simplest thing ever. Now she stood outside Gendry's front door, readying herself to go in.
'You can do this, it's not about forcing yourself; just...let it happen.' She told herself, trying to stay calm.
She knocked on the door, waiting for only a few moments before Gendry answered.
"Hey Arry." He greeted her, smiling warmly.
She smiled back. "Hey."
He stepped back, letting her in and shut the door behind them.
"So, um…?" He began.
She shook her head. "Let's go sit down, huh, take some time to relax."
He nodded and together they headed through to the small living room, sitting down on the sofa.
Now that the moment was upon her, despite all her previous pep talks, Arya felt her nervousness taking over again and she shifted awkwardly.
"Well um, there was something I wanted to say." She remarked at last.
Gendry turned to her. "Yes, what is it?"
She nodded slowly; yet felt her face heating up. 'Not now, Gods, urgh, why does this have to be so hard, even when I'm just, trying to just speak and let it happen...I just, I...'
She tried to focus on Gendry, to try and get her mind to pay attention to what she needed to do. But that made things worse, for just looking at him, seeing him smile, being so encouraging, it sent a strange fluttering feeling through her stomach that, while not unpleasant, did not help her concentration in the slightest.
As if sensing her turmoil Gendry shook his head. "Arry, you don't have to..."
"I want to." She said quickly. "I...I know what I want to say, I'm just...trying to say it."
Gendry bit his lip, unsure how to help.
In the end, Arya spoke, despite her awkwardness. "I just…I've thought about you said, for a long time and I realize now, you were right. There is stuff for me to live for and now...something than all of the rest."
"Arry..."
"I...I love you Gendry, as you love me. I'm sure of it now." She replied.
She still felt embarrassed, that was why the suddenly warmth of Gendry's lips on her own made her melt into the kiss, relief flooding her as finally, things just seemed to fall back into place, only this time; they felt, better.
Meanwhile, back in Winterfell, Sansa bit her lip, unable to hold it back anymore. She was sure of what had caused her family's misery through those dark times, or rather, who was responsible, the one who turned her against Arya, who nearly got Arya killed; who nearly destroyed her entire family.
'I...I cannot just leave this...I need to tell them.' She reflected. 'It's the only way.'
So, trying hard to stay composed, she entered the living room where the rest of the family, minus Arya, were all seated.
"Um, everyone, I need to talk to you all for a moment." She said suddenly.
All eyes turned to her and they immediately noticed her expression and were worried.
"Sansa?" Bran began, hesitantly.
Her parents looked like they were about to speak, but Sansa shook her head.
"Please, I need to say this now, or I'll never manage it." She blurted out. "I...I know who it is, who tried to drive us apart, who turned me and Arya against one another...who nearly got Arya got Arya killed. I know it was."
That caught their attention and her father immediately asked. "Who, Sansa, who was it?"
She shuddered and then said the name, causing her mother to gasp in horror as her worst fears were realized.
"Peytr Baelish."
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.