Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love

Chapter 2 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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

Chapter 2

Before long the Stark family and many of their household were gathered in the courtyard. They stood waiting for the Royal family to arrive; although none of them showed it, not even Arya, but they were restless. Finally however, the royal party began to arrive, one of them was easily noticeably, it was clear who he was; Prince Joffrey Baratheon, second son of King Robert and Queen Cersei.

Others were also entering but Sansa's gaze remained rooted upon Joffrey, her eyes wide and she was smiling, a warm pink colour forming on her cheeks. Seeing then Arya tilted her head.

"What is it?" She asked in a whisper.

Sansa turned her head and whispered back. "How can you not see, look at him?"

Arya rolled her eyes, the truth suddenly dawning on her. 'Oh Gods, don't let me puke.'

"Honestly." She hissed.

Sansa was about to retort, having seen Joffrey turn his gaze towards her and smile at her. But Catelyn quickly cut them off, speaking quietly.

"Both of you, quiet please." She gestured with her head. "The Crown Prince is now riding in, the King won't be far behind."

The girls stopped talking and faced forwards again; Sansa however looked over at Joffrey once more and bit her lip.

'Oh, but he should be Crown Prince.' She thought giddily. 'Look at him, he's perfect.'

Even as she thought that, the tall, strong, black haired blue eyed young man who was Prince Gendry Baratheon rode in and dismounted his horse.

Not too long after that, King Robert and the others arrived too. As Robert went to greet Robb, Arya couldn't help but feel disappointed; he was nothing like her father's stories. She did not think her father was lying, which left her to conclude that Robert Baratheon was simply let himself go in his years as King.

As Robert greeted Ned, Joffrey remained with his horse, talking to the man next to him. Gendry however approached the wheelhouse where Queen Cersei and Princess Myrcella were alighting. He reached out his hand to help the Queen step down, then the Princess.

"Thank you, brother." Myrcella said with a warm smile.

Gendry returned the smile. "You are most welcome, dear sister."

Cersei also smiled. "Such gallant kindness, as usual I see."

'Such a kind boy, also skilled with his sword as well.' She thought to herself. 'He's what Robert used to be, he's…he's the best thing that ever came out of my marriage to Robert, probably the only good thing left.'

Gendry smiled at Tommen and then bowed respectfully to his mother, before they joined the rest of their family. Gendry watched as his father left with Lord Eddard to the crypts; he bit his lip. While he marvelled how his father still, after all this time, remembered Lyanna Stark; it seemed inappropriate.

'Mother is right there…Surely he should…' He fretted before shaking his head.

He focused instead on calming his mother and greeting the remaining Starks.

Later, at the welcome feast; Sansa was sitting talking animatedly with her best friend, Jeyne Poole. The subject of their discussion was the two older princes.

"What, you…you want to marry Joffrey?" Jeyne gasped, shocked by Sansa's talk.

Sansa nodded, a wide grin on her face. "Yes, of course."

Jeyne looked confused by this. "So, you, you like Joffrey?"

"Of course, he is so handsome." Sansa gushed dreamily.

"But, isn't Gendry the heir?" Jeyne asked; confused.

Sansa shrugged. "Maybe, he's good looking I suppose, but Joffrey is so, oh, just look at him."

Jeyne glanced up at Joffrey, then over at Prince Gendry before looking back to Sansa.

"I…I guess." She said; although privately she felt Gendry was the better looking one.

Not wanting to dampen Sansa's enthusiasm however Jeyne decided to talk about the rumours she had heard.

"You know…I heard it's a possibility that your father and the King are looking to join his family and yours together." She said.

Sansa smiled widely at that. "Oh, really, that sounds interesting."

Jeyne nodded. "You're hoping it will be between you and Joffrey, even though…"

"I'm sure I can convince my father to make it so; it will work, I'm sure." Sansa said cheerfully.

Jeyne nodded; also smiling as their gossip continued.

Meanwhile, Arya sat at her place, barely touching her food; she looked around and sighed.

'Why am I even here? Honestly, it's so boring and besides, I still don't see what all the fuss was about.' She thought. 'The King was such a disappointment and as for all the others, ugh…They're just so, so…'

She poked moodily at her plate with her fork, drawing a sharp look from her mother. Arya bit her lip before taking a few more mouthfuls. She gazed around the room, her eyes falling on Jon; her half-brother.

'I wish I could talk to Jon.' She thought sadly. 'He always could cheer me up. But; but I'm already in enough trouble about my hair. Septa's already told mother about it, she must have. She is waiting till later to lecture me.'

She shook her head and continued eating; her gaze drifted over the Royal party, having seen them, she could not understand them at all. They were just too different from the North for her to understand. Yet her gaze lingered slightly longer on Prince Gendry. There was something about him that gave her pause.

'He's different from the rest of his family, there's something about him.' She pondered. 'It's almost as if there's…something within.'

Biting her lip she returned to her meal, bracing and preparing herself for the lecture her mother would give her that night.

Later on, sitting together, separate from everybody else, Ned and Robert were talking quietly. Robert was not as deep in his cups as people might suspect.

"Ned, I didn't just come here to make you Hand of the King you know." Robert said at last. "There is much more that needs to be considered."

"Of course Your Grace." Ned replied; already suspecting what Robert wanted to say.

Sure enough Robert then said it. "You have a daughter, I have a son. We should join our houses."

Ned nodded slowly. "You mean, Sansa and Prince Gendry?"

"No." Robert said quickly; surprising Ned. "I know it is unusual, but I would have your Arya marry my Gendry."

"What?"

Robert explained, smiling. "Look at her Ned, she is so like Lyanna, just as Gendry is like me. What could be better, it will be the way it should have been."

Ned sighed; he had not expected this.

"Robert; what you say maybe so, but Arya isn't Lyanna, Gendry isn't you." He explained. "Are you sure this will work, it's more proper too…"

Robert waved his arm. "It will, besides, if you're that worried about your eldest, we can betroth her to Joffrey. I've seen the way she looks at him. Perhaps this would be beneficial for all of them."

Ned sighed and replied. "Perhaps it would."

He was worried still; he knew Arya wouldn't take this news well, but he had no choice but to tell her and Sansa, about the arrangements that had been made for them.

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