Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love
Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 7
Arya smiled lightly as she returned to her room. Feeling comforted by Gendry's support and more relaxed now she was able to let her grief out, even if it hadn't run its full course. She felt better and she was sure she would recover fully, given time. She had apologized to Sansa and Mordane for her outburst. Although she still refused to apologize for that incident with Mycah, as she was surer than ever now, that she wasn't to blame.
They had not pressed the subject further however, since her father had declared that the matter was now closed. She had noticed her father seemed occupied as of late; perhaps that was why he sought to end this as quickly as possible.
It was then Arya's mind turned elsewhere; she opened her trunk and from within, she extracted Needle. She drew the sword and admired it, smiling.
'I should really try and practice again soon.' She thought to herself. 'I need to see if Gendry is free anytime soon.'
She bit her lip, even as she thought that. While she liked sparring with Gendry, something felt wrong, it didn't seem to fit her blade.
She couldn't help but wonder why that was. 'Maybe my sword is meant for something…different, a different style of fighting or something like that.'
Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Come in." She said, unthinkingly.
She froze as she then remembered she was still holding Needle. She turned, desperately, as the door opened.
Eddard entered the room and stopped, surprised at what he saw. Arya was standing there, holding a drawn sword, a rather thin bladed sword.
"Arya…" He remarked; his surprise showing in his voice.
Arya bit her lip. "Father, I…I just…"
Ned held out his hand. "Let me see that sword."
Arya reluctantly handed it over. 'That's it, it's gone now, I'll never see Needle again.'
Ned examined it carefully; glancing over every inch of the blade. He paused when he noticed the maker's mark on the blade.
"I know this mark…" He said softly. "This is Mikken's handiwork. How did you come by this?"
Arya bit her lip again and shook her head. "I can't say…"
Ned sighed. "Arya."
"I can't tell you who gave me Needle, I promised." She replied quickly; not wanting to betray Jon.
Ned quirked an eyebrow at that. "A blade with a name…So; this mysterious benefactor gave you this sword. Did he teach you anything?"
"Stick them with the pointy end." Arya replied at once.
Ned laughed and nodded. "That's the essence of it. All the same, I would feel better if you knew what you were doing."
Arya sighed before admitting. "Gendry sparred with me…so did Mycah."
"Oh Arya, we are likely to spend a lifetime trying to fix that terrible mistake." He said sadly; hugging her tightly. "All the same; good as he is, I doubt Prince Gendry can help you get the most of your sword."
Arya nodded slowly.
Finally; after a brief silence; Ned spoke, still holding his daughter.
"I hope you understand that I cannot, publically, say anything to accept this." He said. "However, I may be able to find someone who can teach you properly."
As he said that, he moved back slightly, handing Needle back to Arya. Arya gazed at the sword incredulously.
"I…I can really keep it?" She asked, uncertain.
Ned nodded. "Of course; if I took it away, I'd simply find a morning star, or some other weapon hidden under your pillow.
He paused briefly before adding, with a grin. "Of course, your betrothed is more than likely to find one for you in those circumstances."
Arya couldn't help but smirk at that. Knowing Gendry she was certain that was likely. Still, she was happy at the outcome; as well as being amazed by it. The following morning, at breakfast, Arya smiled as she ate; drawing strange looks from Sansa.
However Arya offered no explanation and, when she had finished, she hurried off to her room. Sansa looked to Mordane for answers but Mordane seemed just as clueless.
'Arya's behaved herself recently; maybe she's finally settled down.' Sansa pondered. 'Maybe she's finally looking forward to her wedding.'
Yet unbeknownst to Sansa; Arya was right now getting changed into a pair of breeches and tunic, along with simple shoes, and preparing to go to attend her first lesson in Water Dancing.
Arya smirked; it was days later, her lessons were proving trying, hard, but for that reason, they were all the more exciting for her. She paused as she saw Gendry, attacking one of the training dummies. She wasn't surprised; the tourney would be occurring soon; he was getting all the extra practice he could. She approached him carefully.
"Gendry." She called out.
He stopped and turned to face her, smiling. "Hello there Arya; so unless I heard wrong, you have someone teaching you Water Dancing now?"
Arya faltered briefly but Gendry reassured her. "Your father told me in private; he seems to…understand us."
She laughed at that and immediately began telling Gendry everything. She told him all about Syrio; about her lessons, about how for every sword lesson, there were three more on balance, agility and other things most wouldn't expect from sword training. Gendry was impressed by what he heard.
"That is incredible; it is good your father could find such a man." He said. "Well, I'm happy for you, you now have the means to improve, to unlock that potential."
Arya laughed at that. "Thank you; so, what about you, all ready for the tourney?"
Gendry nodded, grinning. "Of course, I can hardly wait."
"I'm sure you'll do excellently, I can hardly wait to see it."
They smiled warmly at each other before Arya left; heading back to the part of the castle where she and her family lived.
'Although it won't be long, before that changes…It's not much longer till our wedding.' He thought quietly. 'I just hope, that dreaded moment won't worsen things for us.'
He shook his head and hoped that things would truly work out.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.