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Arya
She couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at Nymeria for being the instigator of the series of unfortunate events that followed after she tackled her. How could we be so STUPID? It was all so innocent, Gendry was just wiping her face but then he had to look at her that way and rub her face like that and all she wanted to do was tear off his shirt and lick every inch of his perfect body. Why did I kiss his hand? If she had just kept her shit together they could have announced their relationship to their families properly. Her head hurt just thinking about how it all must have looked to them. At least they had some restraint; things could have gotten out of hand very quickly if she had decided to go with her original impulse and rip off his shirt!
And what was with Gendry's dad calling her Lyanna? Talk about making an already uncomfortable situation worse. She could see the daggers Cersei had pointed in her direction at the mention of her late aunt's name. Lyanna was supposedly the only woman Robert truly loved, but then she broke his heart by running off with some Prince from Dorne. Her father had continued to look for her only to find that both Lyanna and her Prince had died in a horrible car accident. Her dad never talked about it much but told her that when Robert found out something in him snapped and he was never the same after that. Unfortunately for Cersei it meant always being compared to a dead woman and living in the shadow of a ghost. She felt a little sorry for the evil step-mum; it would be hard to live with the fact that your husband will never truly love you. But she still didn't know why he called her Lyanna. She had seen pictures of her aunt when she and Jon had found an old photo album tucked away in their parents closet. Both she and Jon agreed that she was one of the most beautiful women they had ever seen. As she passed a hallway mirror on her way to the kitchen, Arya quickly glanced at her reflection. No she was definitely no Lyanna, and no matter how many times Gendry told her how beautiful or gorgeous or sexy she was she still couldn't accept it.
They had entered the kitchen and her mother asked the catering staff to clear the room so they could speak in private. She wasn't sure why Sansa had been allowed to intrude in on their conversation. As soon as it was just the three of them in the room the blank expressions on her mother and sister's face melted away to reveal anger mixed in with disgust.
"He's only using you, you know" Sansa sneered, her face now full of contempt.
"Sansa stop it!" Catelyn ordered.
"What the hell would you know?" Arya retorted. Both sisters were starting each other down. Sansa may have been slightly taller but if push came to shove it would be Sansa leaving the room with a bloodied lip. Arya gritted her teeth as she resisted the urge to smack that smug look on her older sister's pretty face. Bet you wouldn't look so pretty or so fucking righteous with a broken nose.
"Arya that's enough from you" her mother interrupted.
"Me!" she shrieked in retaliation. "Did you not just hear what she said to me?"
"Sansa is only worried about you, we all are my little Arya" she replied her cool blue eyes softening.
"What so you think he's using me too? What am I not good enough for someone like Gendry, is that what you're trying to say?" she was pissed off now.
"No my sweet, I'm not saying that at all. Any man would be lucky to have you but Gendry is…well he is much older that you and he is the spitting of his father, I can't help but wonder what other qualities he and Robert share...I just don't want to see you get hurt."
He's nothing like Robert mum and…he cares about me. I know he's older than me but you and dad have an even bigger age gap and if I get hurt I get hurt, that's just life. I mean you let me go to Braavos for 5 years, why can't your trust me to choose who I want to be with?"
Her mother was silent. She was looking around the room as if she was waiting for the empty space to provide her with the response she needed to counter her daughters' argument.
"He has a reputation Arya" Sansa spoke up finally in that 'I'm so much better than you' voice of hers.
"Oh really and what kind of reputation is that?"
"One of a womanising nature. He has a lot more in common with Robert that you think. Did you know he even tried something on me while you were off studying at Braavos? I said no of course but it looks like he tried his luck with you and found you to be a much easier challenge."
That bitch! She tried to control her anger but Sansa was proving to be her usual self and seemed to know what buttons to push to set her off. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm.
"You're lying. Jon would have said something about it and Gendry definitely would have told me."
"Don't be so dense Arya, honestly how is it you got into that fancy school of yours again? Jon doesn't know because I didn't want him to get angry at Gendry and why would Gendry tell you about me? Boys lie it's just what they do, they will say and do almost anything to get into a girls pants."
Gendry wouldn't do that would he? She couldn't help but think back to the party where she found Gendry talking to the two pretty girls. It made her jealous and insecure but he wasn't interested in them, only her and he wasn't like the other guys who used girls. He was like Jon. They were both outcasts and Gendry hated his father for his blatant adultery. No he wouldn't do that.
"I don't believe you!"
"What so you're saying I made it up and that I'd lie to you for nothing. We may not always get along Arya but you're still my sister and I'm not the monster you make me out to be."
Arya felt her insecurities creep back in under her skin. Why would she lie? "Why would you turn him down if he had…you know hit on you?"
"Why would I want a brute like Gendry when I could have a real gentlemen like Joffrey instead?" she purred.
Arya couldn't help but scoff at that. Even though she hadn't talked to Joffrey or had anything to do with him in the last 5 years she still remembered what he was like when she was younger. He was a complete wanker and always ran to his mum if he so much as got a cut or a scratch from playing.
"Now I know you're lying…if you think that twig of a thing you call a man is even in the same league has Gendry then you must be delusional."
"ENOUGH!" Catelyn bellowed. "You are sisters, you are family and you will remember that family comes above all else."
"She's the one ruining everything!" Sansa protested. "Today was my day and now she has turned it into being all about her as usual."
"What the hell do you mean by it's your fucking day? Everyday seems to be your fucking day Sansa. Mum and dad always go to watch you sing or attend your stupid charity balls. How about me? I've practically been on my own for the last 5 years and not once have they come to see me fence or watched a volleyball match. Why do you think I left Sansa? Huh do you have any idea? I left because I didn't feel like this was my family anymore. Do you know how hard it is to be your sister? You've never once shown me any kindness. What did I ever to do you to make you hate me so much?" tears of frustration and anger streamed down her face as all the feelings she had bottled up inside for so long poured from her mouth.
"You were born," is all Sansa said coldly before turning on her heel and exiting the room without even looking back at her or their mother.
Arya was shocked and felt a stabbing pain in her chest. Sansa truly hated her. How could she be so cruel?
"Arya my sweet,"
"No, mum I don't want to hear it! I'm going to be with Gendry, I don't care what you, or dad or Jon or Sansa thinks," she cried before she bolted out of the kitchen.
She just kept moving not really knowing exactly where she was headed. She just had to get out of that house as far away as possible from Sansa before she leapt on her and strangled her to death. She berated herself for breaking in front of her older sister. How could you be so weak? She couldn't shake off the cold look on Sansa's face as she said those three words, 'You were born'.
She finally stopped moving and looked up to see that she found herself at the entrance of the Godswood her father, Jon and she would visit when she was younger. Things were easier then. She was child and would never let anything Sansa said hurt her. Instead she would poke her tongue out or fling mud in her direction. What happened to that little girl? When did she turn into such a pussy?
She made her way to the clearing in the centre of the woods that housed the hot springs and old Weirwood tree with the sad face. Kneeling before it she trailed her fingers down the face of the tree, soaking her fingers in the red sap that seeped out. "When did everything become so fucked up?" she said aloud.
A cool breeze swept past her making the leaves in the tree rustle and dance in response. When she closed her eyes she could almost hear the wind whisper her name. Arya, Arya, Arya. The whisper began to get louder and her body instantly jerked as she felt a warm hand clasp at her shoulder. She turned around to see emerald green eyes peering down at her, and a smirk that made her stomach feel uneasy.
"Joffrey? What are you doing here?" she asked confused, pushing his hand away and slowly standing to her feet.
His smirk only widened at her question and a small laugh escaped his thin lips. "I just thought I'd check up on my soon to be sister-in-law. I saw you run out and thought you might need some…comforting" he stated his jade eyes looking her up and down and paying particular attention to her heaving chest. His gaze instantly left her feeling uncomfortable, forcing her to cross her arms in an attempt to cover herself.
"Well that's very nice of you Joff but Gendry and I have only just started dating so I don't think we're at the sister-in-law stage just yet," she scoffed.
He just laughed again shaking his head, his face still as smug as before. Am I missing something here? What the hell is so funny?
"And here I thought you were supposed to be the smart one," he mused. "No I don't expect you and that brute to even last the day as a couple, let alone get married. The little show you two put on for us stole the spotlight away from my engagement announcement to your sister and it seems you've upset my wife to be."
He was stepping closer to her now causing her to step back in turn. "You know she told me you were still the same ugly little girl that left all that time ago. She said you still looked like a boy and that you'd end up becoming a lesbian with your boyish tendencies."
He was right in front of her now, her feet nearing the edge of the hot spring. "But when I saw you walk in with Margery wearing that lingerie and those white boots I knew she had lied and that I had to have you." There was a hunger in his eyes as he licked his lips and continued to look over her. She could smell the champagne on his breath and see his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard.
"My mother wants me to marry your sister. Don't get me wrong, Sansa is beautiful but…you're something else entirely. You're something more to my liking and I think we could have some fun together" he continued. He raised his hand to stroke the side of her face but she swatted it away her grey eyes now piercing his green.
"Are you fucking mental?" she spat completely horrified by what had just happened. "You're apparently engaged to my sister and I'm with Gendry, your step-brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh c'mon Arya I thought you were supposed to be the wild one. What they don't know won't hurt them," he whispered into her ear.
"You've either had too much to drink or have seriously hit your head on something now get out of my way," she replied as she tried to push past him. How dare he even imply that I'm the sort of person who would cheat on someone!
He grabbed hold of her shoulders keeping her in place. He was much taller than her and was a lot stronger that she thought. She could feel his finger nails dig into her exposed skin and knew there would be marks to show for it.
"Nobody says not to me. I always get what I want Arya and right now it's you." She struggled against his hold but he had somehow managed to slam her up against the Weirwood tree. She could feel the red sap seep through the back of her clothes making them cling even tighter to her small frame.
"Let…fucking…go…of…me" she screamed hoping someone would hear her and stop him from whatever he was planning on doing.
"No" he sniggered as he lowered his face to meet hers. He was rubbing against her and she could hear him inhale her scent as if she were some flower to be sniffed. His crotch was resting above hers and she could feel his cock begin to stiffen at their close contact. Oh god, Oh god why is this happening to me?
"You're mine" he breathed as he continued to rub up against her.
Without thinking she crashed her lips against his. It was disgusting and she had to stop herself from retching in his mouth. Joffrey was caught off guard by her brazenness and his hold on her loosened as his tongue begged for entry into her hot little mouth. Using his current state to her advantage, she pushed at his chest then kicked him in privates causing him to hiss in pain as he rolled around on the ground.
"You fucking bitch" he squealed the tone slightly higher than usual. Adrenalin had kicked in as she ran towards the house. She didn't look back, just kept running until she barrelled into two figures, almost knocking herself out in the process. She could taste iron in her mouth and hear a loud ringing sound. The voices of the two figures fading in and out and only sounding like muffled grumbles.
If you have the time please review and let me know how you think it's going. For all the Sansa lovers out there please don't hate what I've done here. I know I shouldn't pit them against each other but it's far too much fun and this is after all an Arya and Gendry fic :)