Game of Thrones: Shot Through the Heart
Chapter 8 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 8
Melwyn smiled as he lay back on Meera's bed. Meera was seated on her desk chair; she was reading a book. The house was mostly quiet; Jojen was away out with his father; Jyana was downstairs. Melwyn pondered quietly to himself; considering his chances at making his move.
'I have to let Meera know how I feel. This is my best chance; it's just the two of us after all.' He noted. 'With her father and brother out and her mother downstairs; I can talk to her…This is actually the first time it's just the two of us, with no real chance of being overheard.'
He straightened up; he knew he had a limited time to act; Bran Stark would be coming around later. In all the days that followed, he'd watched carefully and began to realize that Bran was actually a threat to his chances. The boy had feelings for Meera too.
He shook his head. 'But I've known Meera longer; what can that boy offer her that I can't. She'll be better off with me; unless…'
He had to admit he had his doubts; after all, Meera had changed since he'd last met her. While he'd got used to her being slightly tomboyish; she was even more so than ever now.
'It's not right, a girl like her…especially one so pretty.' He frowned. 'If she keeps this up, she could ruin herself.'
He decided to take things one step at a time. He didn't want her to stop being herself, but he really needed to convince her to calm things down.
He decided now was the best time to make his move. He needed to tell Meera exactly how he felt.
"Meera; I have something I wish to tell you." He said; trying to sound casual.
She turned to him, noting his expression. "What's up?"
He smiled and then explained. "I've been meaning to confess this for a while now. I love you."
There was a pause; Melwyn could see her eyes widening, the strange look on her face.
'She's realized the truth now, I can hardly wait.' He thought to himself.
Meera opened her mouth and closed it again. "I…Melwyn, I…I like you too."
He sighed, shaking his head. "No, no, that's not what I mean, I mean…I love you, as in, I'm in love with you."
"Oh my." Meera gasped.
She was startled by this; she had never suspected Melwyn to feel like this. She didn't want to hurt him, but the truth was she didn't feel the same. She had been feeling strange feelings, that led her to wonder if she did have feelings, but not for Melwyn.
'As if things weren't hard enough, given how things are with these strange feelings…for Bran. Do I, do I really feel like that for him.' She thought quietly. 'Ugh, this isn't the time for this, focus on this just now.'
"I…Melwyn, I'm sorry." She said softly. "But I; I just, don't feel the same."
Melwyn's face fell, but then, much to her concern, he smirked again.
He stepped over to her.
"Oh Meera; listen to yourself." He said in what he guessed was a persuasive sort of voice. "You shy, aren't you…It's clouding your feelings."
She shook her head, standing up, not that it made much difference, with her naturally being shorter than him. "No, I know what I'm saying Melwyn, I'm sorry but…"
Suddenly he was right in front of her. "Here, let me help you get through that, help you understand."
He then leaned in and Meera almost froze; he was trying to kiss her.
"No." She said firmly.
But he didn't listen, and when she tried to move, he grabbed hold of her.
"Meera, please, this isn't like you, I'm trying to help you."
She tried to pull away, without any success; he held her and leaned in to kiss her.
"Hey!"
He let her go, leaping back; they both turned to the door. Standing there, glaring at Melwyn was Bran. Melwyn glared back and stepped towards him.
"This is none of your business boy!" He growled.
Bran however stood his ground. "Listen you, Meera told you no, she's made it clear, she isn't interested."
Melwyn shook his head. "She just…"
"I know Meera well enough to know she isn't 'confused' as you put it, or shy." Bran cut across him. "At least have the decency to respect her wishes and her decisions, even if you don't like them."
Melwyn glared at Bran before the anger slowly drained out of him and he bowed his head.
Finally, crumbling under the weight of Bran's argument, Melwyn gave in. He shook his head.
"I…Alright, you're right." He said quietly. "I'm sorry Meera, I didn't…I didn't mean…"
Meera sighed. "I know what you're trying to say. I still mean what I said; I don't feel that way about you. After this I…I think you should go."
Melwyn nodded and left the room, they could hear him leaving the house. Bran turned to Meera.
"Are…are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
She nodded. "I'm fine. Thank you."
She sighed as she pondered Melwyn's actions, as well as Bran's. 'I'm sorry Melwyn. I don't have feelings for you other than friendship. But the way Bran came for me and defended me, it made me feel special.'
She wondered if, just maybe, her feelings for Bran were what they seemed to be.
Arya bit her lip as she sat down on Gendry's bed. She had arrived at his apartment; he had answered the door immediately. He had noticed her distressed state and let her in, wondering what was worrying her.
"Arry, what's going on?" He asked.
She looked at him, her eyes wide; she was actually trembling. "I-I have something important to tell you. Please, I need you to listen…"
He walked over, sitting next to her on the bed. "Arry, what is it, tell me, please? You're starting to scare me."
"I…I missed my period." She admitted shakily. Gendry froze, waiting, even though he already knew what she was about to say. "I took, I took a test, it came up positive."
She broke down and Gendry, acting solely on instinct, embraced her. He couldn't believe it; he knew all too well what this meant, he had got his girlfriend pregnant.
"Oh Arya." He said softly.
He could feel her shaking as she continued to cry. "Please, Gendry, please…"
He kissed the top of her head. "I'm here for you, you and the baby, you know it. Are you…?"
She straightened up, shaking her head. "No I've…I've not shown any other symptoms yet, but I guess it's just a matter of time. Gods, how am I going to tell the family?"
"I could go with you, we'll tell them together."
She smiled, thankful for his offer. She accepted it, relieved that, at the very least, her boyfriend would stand with her. They'd face this together.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.