Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love

Chapter 6 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 6

Sansa couldn't believe everything that had happened; after that horrible incident at the Trident they had rode on ahead of the Royal party.

'Lady's dead, everything's been ruined…Oh, what's going to happy to me and Prince Joffrey now, what's going to happen to all of us.' She thought sadly, before her anger grew. 'It's all her fault, Arya, she acts as if she's done nothing wrong, but none of this would've happened if not for her.'

Sansa stood up glaring; she was in her room at their quarters in King's Landing. She was not going to let this lie; she had to set Arya straight, right now. She found Arya at the table in the main room; moodily poking at her food.

"Arya." She said at once.

She saw Arya stiffen and look up at her glaring.

"What?" She spat; sounding rather angry.

Sansa shook her head. 'What is her problem, she thinks she can act this way without consequence…She shouldn't have acted the way she did towards Prince Joffrey. It wouldn't have cost all this, it wouldn't have led to that boy being killed. She brought this on us.'

Sansa glared. "You have much to answer for Arya; I can't believe you; how could you do this?"

Much to her shock; Arya leapt to her feet, glaring fiercely.

Arya could scarcely believe what she was hearing; she wasn't allowed a moments peace either. Somehow, nobody seemed to blame those who were actually to blame.

"Oh, really, what about the Hound, what about Joffrey!" She yelled.

Sansa cut across her again. "You caused this, doing what you did, how many times you have to be told, you are a lady and you have to act as one. This swordplay, isn't for you, you shouldn't have been doing it!"

Arya snarled. "Oh and that makes it alright for Joffrey to lie and for you to lie as well. Or for the Hound to murder an innocent boy!"

"If you hadn't been…You're blaming other people for your actions." Sansa retorted. "If you hadn't attacked Joffrey in that unprovoked fashion, or even…"

"Unprovoked; that was provoked and you know, you saw what Joffrey did, what he was going to do!" Arya snapped. "He got what he deserved; yet he didn't even get punished; he…"

"ENOUGH!"

Septa Mordane had heard the yelling and intervened. "What is the matter with the two of you? You are both noble ladies; you should act like it, rather than screaming like tavern wenches at each other. Especially you, Lady Arya, acting like an animal."

Sansa bit her lip and stepped back; bowing her head, blushing, realizing how she had been acting.

Arya on the other hand had rounded on Mordane.

"You…You're just as bad." She said darkly.

Sansa froze, horrified that Arya was acting this way. "You shouldn't talk like that to Arya…"

Mordane also spoke sharply. "Indeed Lady Arya, your behaviour at the Trident and just now was deplorable. You are going to ruin your chances with Prince Gendry if you keep on like this. You cannot disrespect Prince Joffrey that way and…"

"You take her side in everything, you never listen." Arya growled. "Why should I listen to you when...?"

But then, before any further argument could take place, Eddard arrived. He looked at all three of them severely and spoke, his voice low and serious.

"That will do…All of you." His tone brokered no argument.

Yet to Sansa and Mordane's shock, it was clear from his voice that he wasn't supporting them. However he wasn't supporting Arya either; he was warning them all off, as if Sansa and Mordane were to blame also.

"That is enough, I will hear no more of this." He said quietly. "There will be no blaming each other; or arguing."

"But father…" Arya began.

He continued, undeterred. "I will not hear any more of this, it is done. You will put it behind you and you will be perfectly civil towards each other. I will not has this family at war with itself."

There was a stony silence before Arya stood up and spoke quietly.

"I'm finished." She said, referring to her scarcely touched food.

She then turned and left, ignoring Septa Mordane's shouts, as well as her father's attempts to call her back, albeit less harshly than Mordane.

She lost track of where she was going, not really caring where she was going. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes, but she held them back. She instead held on to her anger.

'It's just not fair; that stupid Joffrey gets away with everything, just because he's the prince.' Arya thought darkly. It's all his fault Mycah's dead; he ordered it, I know it. But nobody does anything and now everyone seems intent on blaming me.'

That was the part that angered her most of all; once more she was being blamed, simply for being herself. She hadn't started any trouble, yet she was the one getting the blame. The anger continued to build, even though the tears still stung her eyes and the grief lingered just below the surface. But she couldn't let herself feel it, not now, not so soon. To give in to that right now would mean accepting that Mycah was dead, she wasn't ready for that.

"Arya."

She stopped suddenly, turning to face the person who had spoken. As suddenly as she felt it, her anger evaporated. It was Gendry; he was watching her, clearly concerned.

"Gendry, what are you…?"

Gendry stepped forwards and spoke quietly. "I wanted to offer my…condolences for your friend…Small comfort that it would give."

Arya bit her lip and, following a gesture from Gendry, they sat down.

"I just…I, thank you." She said at last.

Gendry nodded sadly. "I apologize for my brother's actions; I know him well enough to know you spoke the truth. I assure you, I am with you in this. There's nothing I can say or do, that will bring your friend back. But I promise, Joffrey will not claim another innocent life."

Relief flooded Arya and at that moment, she stopped holding back, allowing her tears to fall.

Gendry immediately embraced her; comforting her as best as he could. Arya let him, letting the relief flood her. She calmed herself and slowly, but surely, she began to recover. The pain was still there, but there was acceptance.

"Thank you." She said softly, as she calmed herself. "I…I appreciate this; Gendry."

She smiled and stood, wiping her eyes. She smiled at him before leaving. Gendry watched her go; also smiling.

'There is still much to do, but she will be alright, I know things seem rough Arya but we will persevere and you come through this, stronger.' He thought kindly.

He knew that their wedding would be soon; he just hoped she would recover herself in time for that. If not; he would ensure that the wedding was delayed. They were already delaying his brother and Sansa's wedding, due to the costs of his and Arya's and then the tourney being held so soon together, after all.

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