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 Three,
The Prince stood in his study. His brows knitted in frustration at the day's events, he should not have been so rude to lady Arya. For one thing he had even insinuated she was no lady. That had royally pissed her off. And told her she smelt like shit too.
He knew he had to apologize, he wanted too. He just didn't know what for. Calling her names at the ball? The things he said on the beach? Gendry exhaled sharply. Was he sorry she had to marry his prig brother? That he couldn't take his place?
The prince paused, surprised at his own thought. However he could not deny himself. He would very much like to swap places with his brother, because he loved Arya. And Joffrey did not, would not. Most likely Arya would be destined for a short and miserable life.
Gendry couldn't let that happen, it was too late an hour to call on a lady, the prince however did not care as he quickly left his study. He exited int the courtyard, taking long strides to get to the tower of the hand. As he got to the door, lord Eddard's guards allowed him past with no trouble.
He banged on the door of the Stark family chambers. Soon one of lady Sansa's handmaidens opened the door. Unsurprisingly she looked rather frightened. "Your highness" She bowed slightly, only for the prince to push past.
"Arya" the prince yelled. "Arya!"
"What?" Arya seemed to appear from nowhere wearing only her night-gown. The prince's cheeks flushed red, he only now realized how inappropriate his intrusion was. "Gendry?" Arya began to look slightly worried. Or perhaps she assumed he had taken a knock to the head.
"Lady Arya" He bowed making her even more confused. "I know this is a inappropriate time but i-" He paused, only now realizing how insane his actions were. However he no longer cared. "Love you" She stared into his eyes, confused. The door to the Stark's chambers slammed.
"Arya, its past time you should have been in bed" Came the surprisingly calm voice of lord Stark. Arya began walking towards her quarters, the prince decided that was his Que to leave too. Lord Stark however had other ideas. "Your highness" Lord stark looked at the prince. "If you wouldn't mind i would much like to discuss this with you"
Arya closed the door, gently as to to wake her sister who slept in the room next door. "Arya!" She turned from the door only to come face-to-face with Sansa.
"What are you doing in my room" She asked out of annoyance.
"I heard everything!" She screeched at Arya. "It's not fair! he's supposed to love me! I'm the one who's going be his queen! I'm going to give him black haired sons as proud as stags!" Arya wasn't sure to comfort her crying sister or laugh.
A/N: so so sorry about the long weight. Life can really get complex sometimes, and i had to deal with somethings. Also thank you so much for the continued interest in this story. You favorites, your following and your reviews mean so much to me and show i must be doing something right.