The Name-Day Dance.
A/U: The day of Prince Gendry's name day has arrived, and his betrothed Sansa and her sister Arya have come from Winterfell for the occasion. However after meeting the young wolves, it becomes apparent he has the wrong sister. Only thing is Lady Arya doesn't seem to agree.
Chapter One:
Arya Stark was many things, she was rebellious, a good shot with a bow and arrow. And quite good with a sword. She was not one to enjoy being stuffed into a dress, and forced. yes forced! To attend the name-day celebrations of the Prince.
Ten long years earlier, she would have called herself and Gendry friends. But that was long ago. She now less than fondly thought of him as the bull-headed prince that would marry her sister, Sansa. This very moment they were dancing together.
Her sister was everything she was not. Sansa was the perfect lady. She could sew and sing. And most importantly she was beautiful, and naively innocent. The elder prince was very happy with the choice that their fathers had made for him.
His brother, Joffrey a vile worm of a person. If one could call him that. Arya was most certainly not enjoying the dance she had to endure with him, for one thing any conversation she had attempted with him was utterly unpleasant.
He was also standing on her feet, so much so that he was either the worst dancer in all the kingdoms. Or was doing it on purpose, purely to piss her off. Arya bit down on her lip as he stomped on her foot, just as the song ended. This of course made the prick of a prince smirk like the sadistic bastard he was.
"Ow!" The prince huffed in frustration.
"Don't you dare complain about my dancing" He sneered at her "Your hardly a good dancer yourself" She just glared at him, not noticing Sansa and Gendry approach.
"Then don't stomp on feet you spoilt-!"
"Arya!" Screeched Sansa "Stop you'll ruin everything like you always do!" Gendry put a hand between the two sisters, mostly to avoid a fight between the two sisters.
"Maybe i should ask lady" He smirked a little before he continued "Arya for this next dance" He held out his hand. Sansa looked at her sister pleadingly. Arya took Gendry's hand scowling at her sister as she did. He led her out to the center of the room as the music struck up again. Arya continued to scowl at him.
"Keep your face like that and I'll have to start calling you horse-face again" The prince chuckled as he twirled Arya in his arms. She did not reply. "Are you still able to speak or?"
"Mother says" Arya sighed through gritted teeth "That if a lady has nothing nice to say she shouldn't say it"
"Lucky your no lady" He smirked at her "I only mean you look like a bear stuffed into a dress- OW!" Arya trod on his foot sharply.
"Sorry" She flashed a grin at the prince.
"Quite alright" He sighed "I'm sure it was an accident" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "I just pity whoever gets stuck with you for the rest of their life!" Arya tried to stomp on his foot again, only to find the prince moved before she could.
"No one is getting stuck with me! I'm never getting married!" The prince snorted.
"Nonsense your father will probably have a match for you by the end of the evening" He smirked once again. "Perhaps the my betrothed's bratty little sister, and my prat younger brother?"
"Ugh!" Arya exclaimed. The Prince gasped.
"I'm shocked my lady, yourself and prince Joffrey have much in common" Arya raised her eyebrow at him."Your both the younger sibling, neither of you can dance for shit" They stilled as the song ended.
"Thank you for the dance and wise words your highness" Growled Arya.
"The pleasure was-" He began bowing, only to see Arya storming off. "All mine"