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 Two,
Arya fumbled with her hands, unsure as to why her father had summoned her. Usually she would have done something wrong, like fight one of the stable boys or making septa Mordane cry. She laughed remembering that particularly funny memory.
The door to lord Stark's study creaked open. Her father poked his head out of the door and beckoned for her to enter. For three years he had been serving king Robert as hand. "Arya" Her father smiled fondly at her. "As you know it is my duty to choose you a suitable husband" Arya rolled her eyes.
"And" She sighed.
"Robert and I agree that joining our families once was not enough, you are to marry prince Joffrey"
"What!" Arya stood. "Do you know what suitable means!"
"I thought you might react like this, i was going to wait for your name-day but i was made aware that prince Gendry may have told you last night"
"He made jokes but not this!" Arya kicked out her chair from under her. "Not this!" She stormed out of the study, intent to go to where they kept the dragon skulls. It was the one place in the city she liked. She climbed into the largest skull like she often did when she was sad, or angry.
"Lady Stark!" Called one of house Stark's guards."Lady Stark?" He soon became confused, he gave up on his search. As he was unable to find Arya, who had already slunk into the shadows. It took her hours to stumble through the sewers, like she had done often as a child.
However unlike her childhood explorations, she now had to wear dresses. Expensive ones festooned with ruffles, they were of course ill suited to her current task. She bent down, and tore off a small section of her dress vigorously, loosing her balance and falling into a pile of (what she hoped was) mud.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed as the 'mud' stuck in her hair. Though she would enjoy exploring the depths of castle any day. She did not look forward to the lecture she would receive from septa Mordane. She pulled herself up, trudging on wards towards the beach the tunnel led out to.
She dragged herself to the waters edge intent on cleaning herself. She couldn't very well return to the castle covered in 'mud'. She was about to dip into the water when she heard a laugh about ten feet away from her.
She turned to look at prince Gendry. He held her gaze before looking back into the vastness of the bay before them and continued to skip rocks. As he had been doing before she arrived. "You!" Arya screeched at him, angry for some reason unknown to her.
"Don't come any closer you smell like shit" He laughed out at her.
"I am a lady! I do not smell like shit!" she growled at him.
"I know many ladies Arya, you most certainly aren't one of them" He threw the next rock angrily, making it skip several feet. While he was distracted Arya walked up behind him. She pushed him with all her might into the water, he fell face first splashing about as he pulled himself up. She smirked at the sopping wet prince glared at her.
"Serves you-" she began soon after getting drenched in the sea water herself. "-Bull headed idiot!" she lunged for him, only to fall in the water once again. Much to the young prince's amusement. He led Arya out of the water.
"Come we should be getting back to the castle" He was right, the evening's light quickly began to fade.
"Fine" She huffed. And allowed herself to be walked back to the castle by her Bull-headed prince.
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