Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love

Chapter 8 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Boris Yeltsin: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it :)
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ESO: Alright, no worries, glad you like them; in this, that wasn't the case. She still loves Gendry in this, as he represents the way she saw Robert before their marriage. He is what Robert should have been basically. Sorry but Joffrey won't be dying in this one; in fact, with the way things are, he never really becomes a real threat. Gendry is the heir after all, plus, with the way things pan out, Cersei has no real justifiable motive for killing Robert.

Now onto the story.

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

Chapter 8

Arya was in bed, expecting to wake up to yet another day; unaware of what day is actually was. Suddenly, without warning, she was woken up by a knocking at the door. Startled she sat up and clambered out of bed.

"Yes?" She called out, wondering who it was.

She was startled when the door opened and two maids entered; immediately talking, far too fast for her to follow. One of them was trying to remove her shift, she quickly stepped back, out of their grasp.

"Wait, what is going on?" She asked; shocked at all this.

She soon got her answer when Sansa, dressed more elegantly than usual, entered.

She smiled and spoke calmly. "Don't you remember Arya, it's your wedding day, today."

Arya froze, it all came back to her, she'd almost forgot about it. "Of course."

So with an indulgent sigh, she resigned herself to letting the maids and Sansa work on her.

"I'm sure this will be a wonderful day Arya." Sansa said eagerly. "After all, you seem to like Prince Gendry already."

Arya wasn't sure how to reply to that. "He's…He's not too bad, I guess."

She inhaled sharply as one of the maid's pulled the corset tight.

"Gently." Sansa told the maid softly, before turning back to Arya. "Nervous?"

Arya rolled her eyes. "Why wouldn't I be, you know how I feel about marriage and that…I just; well…"

Sansa knew exactly what Arya meant; she just hoped her sister would change her mind once she experienced what married life really was. So, being as reassuring as she could, she helped the maid's prepare Arya for the wedding.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the castle, Gendry was also being prepared for the wedding. His father and brothers were present with him.

"It will soon be time." He stated as calm as he could manage.

Robert smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. "Indeed, my boy. Trust me, all will be well."

Gendry paused briefly before speaking again. "Father, regarding the ceremony, there is something I wish to discuss."

Robert paused, wondering what Gendry meant.

"It is the matter we discussed earlier." Gendry verified.

Robert sighed. "I thought it might be, this is important to you?"

Gendry nodded. "Important to both of us; Arya and myself. I have not told her my intentions, but I know her well enough to know, she'll appreciate it."

Robert smiled. "Well then, so be it, I've already discussed things with the High Septon and he has agreed too."

Joffrey scowled, unable to believe this. "What, you intend to hold the ceremony in the Sept, but refuse to make your vows there. You want to drag us to the Godswood for some sham…"

"It is no sham Joffrey." Gendry replied sharply. "Arya follows the Old Gods; I follow the Seven. We hold the ceremony in the Sept, for the Seven, then make our vows before the Heart Tree in the Godswood, for the Old Gods. For both of us."

Joffrey was about to retort, but Robert cut across him. "That'll do Joffrey, Arya doesn't need to convert, did Ned's wife convert when she married him, no. This is no different."

Joffrey grumbled but said nothing else; soon they were done and left the room, ready for the wedding.

Arya frowned as she observed her reflection in the looking glass. She was wearing her wedding dress; they had managed to get her to wear a few articles of jewellery. Yet she had absolutely forbidden them to style her hair in a southern style, so it remained loose. All the same, she sighed, grey eyes narrowing in discontent.

'This is a sham, a fraud, that isn't me…' She thought sadly. 'I look nothing like myself.'

Her thoughts were cut off when her father arrived; he smiled at her, perhaps a bit sadly.

"Arya, my little girl, look at you." He said softly as he embraced her. "You are so beautiful."

Arya bit her lip. "Father don't, I can't…I'm not, this isn't me."

Ned stepped back, still rather calm. "It's alright Arya, think about it, I know you and Prince Gendry are close friends, neither of you are quite yourselves today. Think of it as…being disguised, he knows the real you remember, just as you do with him."

"You…You're right father, thank you." Arya said, smiling again.

Ned nodded and took her arm, it was time. The wedding was ready to begin as they left the room and headed for the Sept and, once there he began to escort her to her husband. The ceremony soon began, Arya could feel the eyes on her and wished for a way out.

She knew not all the eyes were friendly, it was clear, the moment she arrived at the capital that Gendry was very popular amongst the ladies of the nobility. When the truth came out about their betrothal, the ladies, initially welcoming and cheerful, became rather cold towards her. Finally however the ceremony ended, Arya turned to Gendry, ready for them to say their vows.

However to her surprised, Gendry in fact turned to the crowd, before announcing.

"We have held the ceremony here in the Sept, before the Seven. However…Lady Arya, is of the North, of the Old Gods." He paused before continuing. "Therefore, with her approval, I wish for us to move to the Godswood, to say our vows, before the Heart Tree."

Arya was amazed by this; she couldn't help herself and smiled, readily agreeing. The High Septon gave the move his blessing and they left, leading the wedding procession with them as they went, heading to the Godswood.

At the feast Arya was still slightly dazed, still remembering the moment she and Gendry had kissed, sealing their marriage. True Arya had never been kissed before, had nothing to compare too, but she felt as if it was the best feeling she had ever felt.

'Gods, I can't believe I'm thinking this, I sound like Sansa.' She thought to herself.

People were congratulating them happily; Myrcella was particularly enthusiastic when she came up to them, hugging Arya.

"Congratulations, both of you." She said excitedly.

Arya smiled and thanked her. Meanwhile Gendry saw his mother's proud smile and smiled back. Soon, when the dancing began, he and Arya were the centre of attention again. Having sensed her discomfort in the Sept, he did his best to help her feel at ease. Later, Arya found herself smiling lightly. She was dancing with her father, while Gendry danced with his mother. She couldn't help but notice however that her father seemed slightly grim.

"Father, what's wrong?" She asked.

He quickly cleared his expression. "I…I'm sorry Arya but, well, as you know, later…"

He looked around, worriedly. Arya also looked around, noticing a lot of the men, including Robert, were getting extremely drunk.

"What does…?" It then dawned on her. "Oh, urgh…The Bedding Ceremony."

Ned tried to reassure her. "It'll be alright, just relax."

Arya rolled her eyes however. "Just relax, right, relax while drunken men carry me to the bedchamber, ripping my clothes off."

Ned wished he could say otherwise, but he knew Arya was probably right. That was what worried him. Sure enough, much later, Robert got to his feet.

"Words have been said, prayers prayed, and everyone has feasted to their heart's desire." He announced before continuing. "But my son and heir has married, and a wedding needs a bedding."

Gendry looked at Arya apologetically as it began.

Gendry stood in the bedding chamber, shaking his head.

'Gods, you're strong Gendry, you can handle this.' He told himself.

The door opened and Arya entered; escaping the men, clutching the remains of her dress to her body. She quickly slammed the door shut behind her, barring it. Gendry smiled as she turned to face him.

"Should have guessed." She remarked, noting Gendry's clothes were in better shape than her own.

Gendry sighed but nodded; he could see Arya was watching him warily.

"Arry?"

To his shock she sighed and let go of her clothes, allowing them to drop. She was now naked save for her smallclothes. Gendry could not deny she was beautiful, even though he tried to remain a gentleman, not gazing at her exposed breasts, crowned with small pink nipples.

"Well." She said; a slight tremor in her voice. "What are you waiting for, get it over with."

Gendry sighed, trying to ignore his growing feelings of arousal and the shouting through the door.

"No." He said at last, shaking his head.

"What?" She gasped.

He turned away, walking over to the dresser and rooting around inside it. "You clearly don't want to, I have no intention of forcing you to do anything against your will."

He turned and handed her something. Arya realized it was a shift.

"Gendry?" She whispered.

He smiled softly. "I want your first time, our first time, to be willingly."

She smiled at that and, grateful, removed her smallclothes before pulling the shift on. Gendry also prepared himself for bed before pulling back the furs. They lay together, the furs pulled up over them. He had wrapped his strong arms around her body, hers were around his waist, her head on his bare chest.

"Thank you." She whispered.

He smiled and kissed her again.

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