Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love

Chapter 14 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 14

Robert sighed heavily as he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. Ned was sitting opposite him, looking troubled. The rumours had stopped, but now something else was happening, something just as bad.

"My boy doesn't talk to me anymore, or Joffrey, or Cersei." He stated sadly.

Ned nodded and sighed. "Arya is the same; she refuses to talk to me, to Sansa…to anyone involved in that…matter."

Robert also sighed, heavily. "It's starting to show. They're so cold, to us, to each other; it's becoming obvious, public."

"Robert no, I know what you're thinking, but don't." Ned said. "Look what happened last time we interfered and tried to force something upon them. What they need now is patience and understanding."

Robert grunted. "Patience and understanding, we were trying to help them."

Ned looked away, his voice distant. "Were we, what if we weren't, what if we were simply helping ourselves, our reputations, at the cost of their happiness, at the cost of…them."

Robert merely shook his head and Ned sighed; it was clear he didn't understand, didn't see it. Despite being friends with him, Ned knew there was nothing he could say, Robert needed to hear from someone else.

'I too am worried about Arya and Gendry's coldness towards each other, especially since it is now visible for all to see.' He thought to himself. 'But I can accept we have only ourselves to blame…I must speak with Arya, let her know the truth…Hope that there is still a chance to mend things.'

With that he left.

Meanwhile, Sansa sat with Joffrey in one of the gardens, watching as he showed off his new crossbow. Her mind was elsewhere however as she was fretting about her sister and good-brother.

She bit her lip as her thoughts raced. 'The way they're acting just now, their attitudes towards each other, to us. This isn't right; they…They've been so terribly wronged, we should never have done this to them.'

Noticing that she wasn't watching him, Joffrey scowled and turned to her. He stopped however, seeing the look on her face. Seeing a chance he smiled and prepared himself.

"You seem troubled Sansa, is there anything I can do?" He asked calmly.

She turned to him and sighed. "I am worried, my Prince, about my sister and your brother. They way they've been acting…"

Joffrey couldn't help himself, he scowled. "Ah yes, deplorable, isn't it. I can't believe how childish they're being."

Sansa started at that, but she couldn't say anything since Joffrey immediately began again.

"Your sister should be grateful, we've saved from embarrassment, and we've finally given my brother a chance to save her from that improper path she's been taking." He remarked, shaking his head. "Once he puts a child in her, she'll come to her senses, they need to get their act together and do what they have to do."

"What?" Sansa gasped, startled; she shook her head. "They shouldn't be forced like that, what we did to them was wrong. They should have gone through all this when they were ready to, when Arya was ready to…"

Joffrey sneered and shook his head. "She has a duty to uphold remember. We're royalty; we always under subject to scrutiny. When we marry Sansa, for the good of the realm, we can have an audience, to ensure there are no whispers about us. Agreed?"

He glared as if daring her to contradict him.

She did not. "Yes, my Prince." However her thoughts were troubled. 'That would be no true wedding night, that would be…against everything I've been taught, everything that is proper or…or decent and good.'

She could scarcely believe it, how could this be the same Prince she fell in love with; something had to be wrong with him, surely?

Cersei sighed as she opened the door to the chamber; Robert was seated at his desk again. He looked morose; yet amazingly, hadn't touched a single drink. Cersei knew what was troubling him, but was amazed that he was still so blind to it.

"You still don't understand." She said shaking her head.

Robert glared up at her, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "It had to be done."

Cersei sat down; being remarkably calm. She knew Joffrey never would and that Myrcella and Tommen were blameless and didn't suffer from this cold shoulder attitude. She however knew what she had to do and had already gone to make amends with Gendry.

"I agree with you on that." She said at last, before then continuing. "However it could have happened later, there was no need to rush as we did, over some stupid rumours. What is it my brother once said, words are wind."

Robert shook his head. "Never thought you listened to Tyrion."

Cersei rolled her eyes. "He comes up with some bits of wisdom now and again. The point is, Arya and Gendry are still young, this episode of them not consummating would have been easily forgotten. You forget how much they care, about the people, the smallfolk; each other. Gendry wanted his first night with Arya to be special."

"That's what the wedding was for…"

"Special with both of them ready for it." She said firmly. "Yet you robbed him of that. He was happy, with the friendship he had with Arya; respected her enough to let her be ready, to make things work. But then you did this and humiliated both of them."

Robert sat quietly, Cersei watched as her words penetrated and knew, at last, he understood.

Gendry glared as he continued hacking the training dummy to pieces; letting out as much of his anger as he could. The whole situation, spawning from that one awful night was just too much. Finally with a roar of anger he severed the head from the training dummy.

"Picturing my head there, or your brother's?"

Gendry spun around and saw his father approaching. He immediately went rigid, bowing.

"Your Grace." He greeted stiffly.

Robert sighed and shook his head. "I am not here as your king, I'm here as your father Gendry…A foolish father who has made a terrible mistake."

Gendry froze at that; wondering, if just maybe his hopes had been answered. He knew of Joffrey's behaviour, knew he was the one to suggest that incident, as such Gendry could never forgive him. He had already forgiven the Starks and his mother. But it was this, this was what he hoped for, with this, maybe he could finally focus on fixing things with Arya.

Robert sighed and spoke again. "I shouldn't have forced you into this; I messed up your marriage. I made such a fuss about something that wasn't needed so soon. Words are inadequate for this but, I am sorry, truly."

Gendry smiled and nodded. "It's alright father, thank you…I, I understand now. You were thinking as a King and meant no true harm. That you can see that now… that is good."

With that, the coldness thawed and father and son embraced.

Meanwhile, Ned and Sansa sat at his desk; Sansa was nervous; Arya stood before them, having actually asked to meet with them. The fact she had done that actually gave Ned hope; having been so cold and distant to them.

"Arya, what is it you wished to say to us?" He asked after a prolonged silence.

Arya sighed and shook her head. "I…I just feel terrible; I have acted so cold towards you both. I'm sorry, I don't hate you, neither of you, I just…It took me time to properly come to terms with what happened."

Sansa let out a choked gasp and suddenly embraced her sister. "No Arya, no, we're sorry."

"Yes, we both are, greatly, words can never express it." Ned said sadly.

Arya returned Sansa's embrace and smiled. "Then don't. Let it be in the past…as for the Baratheons, I may not be able to forgive them for their part in this, but Gendry isn't to blame. I guess, I guess it's time he and I made things right."

Ned smiled and also embraced his youngest daughter, kissing the top of her head.

"That would be best." He said before adding. "I'm proud of you Arya; you've grown so much…Yet you still remain yourself."

Arya laughed at that; Sansa only then noticed Arya wearing a sword, but wisely she said nothing about it. Instead she smiled, relieved to be reconciled with her sister.

That night; after a rather tense moment, lying in bed not facing each other, the way they had for some time, Arya turned around.

"Gendry."

He turned to face her, surprised. "Arry?"

The fact that he still called her that, even after all this time, made her feel rather warm inside. She smiled and kissed him, he eagerly kissed back, feeling the barrier between them finally dissolving. When they parted he let out a breath and smiled.

"My…My father is sorry you know, as is most of my family." He told her.

"Mine too." She admitted. 'Maybe I can forgive them, but it's still too soon for that…but never will I forgive Joffrey.'

He smiled and nodded. "I know, I've already made peace with the Starks…I guess, I guess this is the best we could hope for."

"No." She said. "There's something better."

With that she kissed again and, not fighting it this time, began undressing him. Catching one he quickly did the same and soon, without any audience, or being forced to do so, they began to make sweet, passionate love.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, now things are back to normal, even better in fact, read and review please.

Look out however, next chapter, Ned has discovered the truth about Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen, so it's time for him and Cersei to meet, however things will end a little differently this time.