Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trials
Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 7
It was yet another day at school, Jamie let out a relaxed sigh as he thought about that. He had spent time with Marina and Brian and noticed that they were all managing to settle in well to their new lives, their new school.
"So um, what's it like?" Shireen asked him.
Jamie smiled and replied, they were talking about books, a common passion they shared. In addition to those he met on his first day, he had recently befriended Shireen, Devan and Edric and had to admit it was fun, getting to know these people.
Like him Shireen was shy and had problems socializing, but they shared a passion for books. Devan and Edric were different, less studious, more sporty, but they were patient, friendly and didn't seem to mind Jamie's difficulties.
As he finished telling her about the book he was reading, Devan spoke up. "You know, maybe we all ought to hang out with each other, outside of school you know. I mean we've not seen your house, you've not seen any of ours?"
Jamie nodded awkwardly; something like that was a big leap for him, but definitely something he was willing to try.
"Sounds cool, thanks."
He smiled and they all talked casually, Jamie however was struggling inside. His struggle only intensified when he spotted Meera walking past, waving to him as she did so. He waved back, a strange surge of emotions running through him.
'There I go again, it's only getting stronger, do I, do I really…?'
He didn't have an answer and that actually scared him somewhat.
Elsewhere in the school, Brian was worried. He was hurrying through the corridors, looking around.
'Where is she...She's been so...strange lately, so scared.' He thought worriedly. 'Sansa, oh, what's happening with you.'
He remembered that incident with her sister being thrown in the dumpster. How she'd been there, watching it happen; then despite helping them get her out, she stayed away and seemed more miserable as time passed.
Brian was actually surprised at how worried he was. 'Nevertheless, I've gotta find her, make sure she's alright.'
He was just a friend, concerned for her well-being, that's what he felt anyway. Just then he spotted someone familiar, heading the other way from him.
"Arya?"
She stopped and then recognized him. "Oh hi, Brian, right?"
He nodded. "Yeah..."
He trailed off, pondering, he couldn't deny he was worried about her, especially after the dumpster incident. Joffrey's attitude suggested that this wasn't the first time she had been targeted by him.
'And that prick is Sansa's boyfriend too, yet he treats her sister like that.' He thought before asking. "Are you okay, I mean, after what happened, I…?"
"I'm fine." She replied wearily. "Gods, so many people asking that; no I am not upset, no I do not need someone to talk to..."
Brian bit his lip, he hadn't meant for this to happen, but it was clear she wasn't upset at all, in fact, she seemed more pissed than anything.
Her next phrase confirmed it. "What I need is to tear Joffrey's arm off and beat him around the head with it."
Brian couldn't help himself, he laughed at that and, seeing his reaction, Arya relaxed.
Shaking her head she replied. "Sorry, I, I get it, you were concerned, I'm just fed up hearing it all the time. I can take care of myself."
"Maybe that's why Joffrey targets you..." Brian suggested softly.
"She just shrugged. "It is."
Her blunt reply startled him.
However he supposed it made sense. Joffrey had struck him as many things, none of them good, but he was certain amongst them, Joffrey was a misogynist. A strong independent girl like Arya would set his teeth on edge no doubt.
But he quickly reminded himself of his task. "Oh, I was, looking for Sansa, have you seen her?"
Arya nodded. "She's in the library, should still be there."
Thanking her, Brian hurried on his way. He soon found Sansa, in the library where Arya said she'd be. He paused, worried as he saw her, shifting self-consciously, tugging at her sleeves and skirt.
"Sansa."
She jumped, startled. "Oh, Brian, I..."
He smiled reassuringly. "It's alright, sorry."
She shook her head. "It's fine..."
"No, it's not." He said. "Sansa, I can see the way you're acting."
She flinched and looked scared.
"It's, it's nothing..." She said at once.
Brian sighed. "Sansa, please, I can see you're upset, I want to help you."
Sansa shuddered but then, with a shaky breath admitted the truth. It was just as Brian fear, Joffrey was abusing her; he had suspected it the moment she had mentioned Joffrey to him, the moment he saw her reaction to even his name.
"Well, ain't he a peach." Brian growled rolling his eyes.
Sansa looked startled and he shook his head. "Sorry, but he is, this is...that asshole has to learn a lesson."
"No Brian, please, don't." She said quickly. "I don't want you to get hurt, just, leave it."
Brian sighed but knew, with Sansa like this, there was nothing he could do, but he'd find a way, he swore it.
Lancel sighed as he walked through the school, right now he was lost in thought, of course a certain someone had to spoil that for him.
"Lancel!"
He turned and bit his lip. "Joffrey?"
Joffrey sneered at him. "What is your problem, loser, you're that desperate?"
Lancel paled. "What are you talking about?"
"Piggy of course, that French bitch, I saw the two of you together." Joffrey remarked. "What's that walking side of ham got that could possibly entice a man, hmmm, no tits, fat, ugly to boot. She's worse than Sansa's beastly sister."
Lancel was shocked at the raw fury building up inside him at Joffrey's words, at his insults to Marina.
"We, we're not…" He stammered.
Joffrey just laughed. "Ah good, so she hasn't lured you away from your actual path, maybe there's still hope for you to learn. Let's go, we've got more important things to do than wait for you to stop fantasizing about that worthless tramp."
His hands clenched tightly into fists, trying desperately to control himself, Lancel followed, only the fear of reprisal on his little brother's keeping him from actually attacking Joffrey right then and there.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it (apart from Joffrey being a dick as usual), anyway, read and review please.