Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love

Chapter 5 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 5

Unsurprisingly, word had regarding Arya's actions earlier that day had spread. Sansa was in a panic when she found out; and, despite being friends, she really wanted to slap Jeyne. She knew her friend was the source of this, even though Sansa had told her in strictest confidence.

'But then, Jeyne's never been good at keeping secrets.' She recalled sadly, before worrying all over again. 'Gods, now the rest of the Royal Family will here, what are they going to do, say…Oh, Arya's ruined everything, I know she has.'

Even as she thought that, she rounded a corner and saw none other than her sister, walking the other way. She glared, how could Arya act like this? As if everything was okay, as if she was proud of what she had caused. Determined to confront her, Sansa quickened her pace.

"Arya, I can't believe you, do you realize what you've done?" She said at once.

Arya, for once, didn't get angry, merely raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I had a fun time with my betrothed."

Sansa shook her head. "But what you did, haven't you heard, people are talking about you. What you did wasn't right, wasn't proper, you're a noble lady and…"

"It's not proper." Arya responded, mockingly mimicking her sister's voice. "I don't wish to be proper, sister. Also if you actually listened you'd realize that nobody really has any problem with what I've done, in fact they're impressed."

"But…" Sansa tried to reply.

Arya shook her head. "Gods Sansa, what more do you want, Prince Gendry invited me to spar with him, I did, it was fun, I don't hear anybody complaining about it."

With that she walked off, leaving Sansa dumbfounded as she stood there.

By the following morning, the incident involving Prince Gendry and his betrothed sparring in the practice yard had spread all around the castle. Yet, as Arya had predicted, very few raised an issue of it. One who did however was Joffrey, currently talking to his uncles, as they were helping with preparations for the hunt, even though they would not be going themselves; while Joffrey was.

"I couldn't believe what I was hearing." Joffrey remarked shaking his head. "My brother was…sparring with his betrothed. A girl of all people."

Jaime and Tyrion shared an amused smirk before Jaime queried. "Is that really a problem?"

Joffrey stopped for a moment, shocked, before continuing. "She's a girl, not only that, she's supposed to be a noble lady. She has no business fighting with swords. She should be sewing or singing and all that stuff that girls are supposed to do."

"I wouldn't be so close-minded about it Joffrey." Jaime replied.

Tyrion nodded in agreement. "Indeed; after all; your brother doesn't mind. He's the only one who has the right to care what she does, in fact, as I recall hearing it, it was Gendry who invited her to spar."

Joffrey snorted and shook his head, unable to believe that his uncles refused to see reason.

'This girl goes against what is proper; what she should be doing.' He thought to himself. 'How is she supposed to be kept under control when this wildness is encouraged? Ugly bitch should be taught a lesson, not encouraged.

With that he turned and left; still fuming.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the castle, Sansa was talking to her mother, telling her of her earlier encounter with Arya. Catelyn sighed indulgently, she had expressly said that the matter was closed, she couldn't understand why Sansa continued to try and bring it up.

"Oh mother, what are we to do?" Sansa said sadly. "This isn't right."

With as much patience as she could muster, Catelyn explained. "Prince Gendry approves of her behaving this way, regardless of our own thoughts, we must remember that. Don't forget it was he who invited her."

Sansa shook her head. "But this isn't just about Prince Gendry; what about the rest of the Royal family, they wouldn't…What if the Queen ends up seeing her?"

"Sansa, it is out of our hands." Catelyn explains. "Besides, if you'd been listening you'd realize, the Queen already knows, she has no issue with it. In fact, she told me she was proud of the fact I allow my daughter to do what she does."

That made Sansa freeze; horrified; of all people, she would have thought Queen Cersei would have understood what Sansa meant.

'No matter where I turn, there is nobody who understands, save Prince Joffrey.' Sansa thought sadly. 'Oh, why was I cursed with such a sister, worse, how can so many not find fault with her actions, especially her betrothed? No man could truly want a wife who cannot behave.'

However she tried, she couldn't comprehend it. But, as her mother wanted to just let the matter drop, she saw no choice but to do the same.

Jon sighed sadly as he readied himself to leave for the Wall with Benjen. Things had taken a drastic turn after the hunt, when they had discovered Bran had fallen from one of the towers. The poor boy was now unconscious and had broken both his legs.

'If he wakes…he'll be a cripple; poor Bran.' Jon thought sadly. 'But he's stronger than he knows, if anyone can get through this, it will be him.'

He turned as he heard footsteps approaching and smiled when he saw Arya.

"I wish you didn't have to go." She said sadly.

Jon smiled and embraced her, she did the same as he spoke. "I know Arya, but still, everything will be fine, trust me."

Arya shook her head. "I can't believe we're really leaving, that father accepted the King's offers. What about Bran?"

"Bran will be alright Arya, I know it." Jon reassured her. "Father knows this too, otherwise he would have delayed."

Arya sighed and stepped back, smiling lightly.

Jon gently put a hand on her shoulder and spoke. "Please, try not to give your betrothed a hard time. Trust me when I say this but, he's a decent person. I believe you could really like him…"

"I know." Arya replied. "I've already found we can at least be friends…maybe marrying him will be, tolerable, because of that. He…He knows about Needle, all he said was, he wanted to help learn how to use it properly."

"Oh?" Jon was surprised at that; as well as impressed. Prince Gendry had just gone up in his estimation of him.

Arya nodded. "Yes, I was surprised by that, I was expecting him to berate me for not being a 'proper lady'."

They both laughed and embraced again, saying goodbye.

Sansa had hoped that the close proximity of the Royal family, during the trip, would convince Arya to behave. But her hopes were dashed when she saw Arya mounting a horse.

"Arya, what are you doing?" She interceded quickly.

Arya made a face and replied. "Riding silly, what does it look like?"

Gritting her teeth, trying to keep control, Sansa reminded her. "You are a noble lady, we should be riding in the Wheelhouse with the Queen."

"Who would want that; you can't see anything in there, can't explore." Arya shot back.

Sansa sighed and was about to reply when she heard another voice.

"So you will be riding then?" It was Prince Gendry.

For the briefest of moments, Sansa had some hope, it seemed Arya's betrothed had some measure of Arya; enough that she seemed to listen to what he said.

But those hopes were dashed when he spoke again. "Shall we go then, Arya? It would be my pleasure to join you."

Arya laughed and nodded and soon the two of them were riding with the rest of those on horseback. It was only when Sansa turned to walk to the wheelhouse, silently fuming at being forced to give up like that, that she realized Prince Gendry hadn't even addressed Arya by title, but by name only.

This added yet another thing that confused her about Prince Gendry and made her even more frustrated.

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

Well, as I've shown in this chapter, the incident with Bran did still occur; also the Mycah incident will also occur, but not be shown, the next chapter will have them in the capital; however since the incident is still fresh in their minds there, I will be referencing it, as it is part of the next chapter.