Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trials
Chapter 26 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 26
Lancel smiled as Marina was chatting away at his side, walking as they casually watched the stores' faces. He had missed their moments together and felt the last one had been years ago. It was also a relief to him, being finally able to hang out with her, not afraid of being spotted by someone who was in Joffrey's crew.
They were finally free to go wherever they desired. He felt bad for her. He had deprived her of moments, of time and still, she had accepted it with grace and what unsettled him the most, with an open mind and an open heart. Marina loved him as a friend but she loved him so entirely, so truly it was almost scary. She loved him, accepted him, didn't want him to change for her, she had taken him as a whole, with the goods but mostly the bad sides.
He wasn't sure he deserved such a true bond with anyone.
"Wow! I didn't know you had this store here too!"
"Is there one in your city?"
"Yes, and I love it!"
Lancel smirked, a bit surprised Marina enjoyed some clothing store.
"Well, let's see what they have. I've heard good things about it."
He watched her as she took a look at the clothes. He realized, with some kind of amusement, that while she wasn't difficult about food, her story with clothes was quite different.
She refused to buy something her size if the clothes were not to her liking. Something obvious for anyone but considering her weight, finding something her size in average clothing stores could be a battle often lost in advance. She also refused to pay too much and she had her own preferences. She knew what she wanted.
For the few times he had seen her in casual clothes, he had to admit that, while she didn't like fashion, she had quite a surprising natural eye for clothes. She immediately knew what to wear with a certain top, what shoes to put, even the jewels that would go along with it. Was it because she was a Fanfiction writer and thus used to describe things and seeing them in her head before birthing them on her keyboard?
He did not know. But she knew what she liked, she knew what suited her body the most and thus, confident in what she wore, she was even more beautiful on the outside. With just one outfit. He smiled as she had found a blue t-shirt with some funny Labradors on it.
"How can I resist?" She said
"You can't. You're in love with those."
They continued to look around until her eyes spotted a dress.
She looked at it. Her size, not too expensive and beautiful. She had loved it from the start. It was a knee length one shoulder strap dress, whose bodice was white with roses printed in a romantic shabby style. The dress was rendered modern by the fact that the bottom was simply black and the sleeves were circling the arms.
She already knew what shoes she could wear with it, what, as she started to picture herself in it, the charm was broken. The top part wouldn't stop where it was meant to stop due to how she was built, she'd look ridiculous. The image she got, looking at the mirror, the dress just put before her figure, confirmed her thoughts.
"Try it on." Lancel suggested
"I already know it won't suit me. It won't fall right where it needs to be and I'll look stupid."
"I'm sure you won't be."
"It would be stupid for me to buy it and never wear it."
"You could wear it at the school dance."
She seemed unfazed and declared she wasn't going, which surprised him.
"Too American like for me."
"And you don't want Joffrey to ruin your fun, mocking you for dancing alone."
"That too."
"Problem easily solved then."
He looked at her, he seemed hesitant, he hated himself for it.
Everything was always easier in his head.
"I... I was wondering if you'd agree to go with me."
She sighed and smile.
"How can I say no to your puppy eyes and your cute face? Fine, I'll go with you. I was told you were a pretty good dancer. And I'll have to look my part, with such a dashing date."
"Buying it then?"
"Deal."
She was going to a prom night with one of the most gorgeous man she had seen in her life. Her crush had asked her to prom. She felt like in a teen movie.
Lancel Lannister had asked her to prom.
Her.
The chubby goody-two-shoes French student.
For once, she couldn't wait to wear her new dress.
Still feeling awkward with her clunky cast, Arya smiled as she finally left the hospital.
'At least it was my right arm, if it was my left...' She thought to herself.
Shaking her head she focused again and walked alongside Gendry, who was carrying the bag that he had brought with him. It had contained the clothes she had changed into after being discharged.
They were heading for his car; Arya couldn't help but think about the new depth of her and Gendry's relationship, now they had confessed their feelings for each other. They hardly felt any different from how they usually were, except perhaps, their closeness was stronger. They still acted the same, only it seemed they were happier; it certainly felt that way.
Finally they got in his car and Gendry drove her home.
"Thanks for the free ride home Gendry." She remarked cheerfully.
He laughed and nodded. "No trouble Arry. So, we..."
She nodded too. "Yeah, relax, I meant what I said; just remember your end of the bargain."
He agreed whole-heartedly; they were going to be going to the school dance together; normally Arya would have refused to go; for no other reason than that she'd at least find it bearable with Gendry present. Finally arriving home she got out of the car, taking the bag.
"Alright well, I'll call you later." She said with a grin.
Gendry grinned back. "Of course, talk to you later."
She watched as he drove off and then, preparing herself, she turned and entered the house. She had insisted that her family not make a big deal about her getting out of hospital; to simply let Gendry pick her up and she'd see them when she got home. They accepted after some convincing and now here she was, about to see them and she had a strong idea what their reaction would be.
Sure enough, the moment they heard her enter, her parents came rushing through; she sighed but smiled indulgently.
"Hey mum, dad..."
"Arya, welcome home." Her mother said with a smile.
With that she hurried forwards and embraced Arya, being mindful of her cast. Her father also hugged her and took the bag from her. Arya headed through to meet with her siblings, all of whom greeted her enthusiastically. She also laughed when Sansa offered to help her when she needed to reapply the blue dye to her hair.
One thing that truly relieved her was, not only where her family happy to have her back, they knew about her and Gendry and their new relationship and fully accepting the relationship. Now the main consideration for many of them was preparing for the school dance.
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