Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

1. Hollow Crown

Hollow Crown / sansa / Margaery is out and completed. This is not a spin off just an alternative storyline if Arya was the love interest. But During that story everyone wanted Garrett and Arya so I hope you enjoy. I am having so much fun with these two.

Garrett Baratheon was a mamas boy. Eldest of four baratheon siblings and the only one with black hair like his father. Black hair, but that was all he got from Robert Baratheon.

His father. Even thinking it made Garrett nauseous. Robert Baratheon wasnt a good man. Garrett knew that one day when he was king he would make changes to the capital.

He was quickly approaching his 19th name day when news of their departure up north met his ears.

Cersei was 19 when she wed the king and not long after she had Garrett, their pride and joy. A few years later his mother had a very blonde little Joffrey, then Myrcella and then Tommen. Garrett knew, he didnt miss much. But staring down at Jon Arryn's dead body now he thought what the hell did I do?

He had told his mother that Jon was prying into the Baratheon lineage, told her that he was concerned what he might find. Cersei feigned ignorance. Of course Joffrey is your brother, there is nothing to hide. But not three days later Jon struck a fever murmuring 'the seed is strong'. Garrett looked to his beautiful mother, the woman that always wanted the best for him. That always greeted him with a hug, that always encouraged his passions.

She couldnt be a killer, Garrett wouldnt believe such a thing. Cersei offered him a small smile kissing his cheek. She wasnt a killer, Jon didnt know what he was talking about... Garrett would protect his mother.

"My handsome boy," Cersei whispered running her fingers through his hair. Thick black hair, cut short, she ran a hand over the stubble on his jaw shaking her head.

"I will get a shave before we go." Garrett assured. He knew that she didnt like him looking like Robert with his long hair and full beard that constantly had crumbs of food stuck in it. So Garrett kept his hair short and shaved regularly.

"Your father," Cersei always seemed pained to say the word, "wants you wed to a little northern wench."

"Mother, I'm sure she's not bad." Garrett offered.

"She's a child." Cersei corrected. "And the north are stubborn and fickle beings." Cersei corrected, linking her arm with his as she walked him to his chambers. "I have been in the middle of some... possible options for you my boy. I want a feast when we return, celebrate your name day proper not just while we are travelling- I swear your father doesnt even care that we will gone for your name day-" Cersei tutted.

"I dont mind. I dont need anything special." Garrett assured.

"But you deserve it." Cersei assured. "A big party," She went on. "And some possible suitors as well. I have been..." She sighed shaking her head. "Your father will offer up the union to Joffrey instead for the time being-"

"Mother-"

"I know it will never work, Robert will get drunk on the way there and say Garrett for your harlot." Cersei agreed.

"MOTHER!" Garrett declared. "Be kind."

"I can't help it." Cersei countered. Garrett chuckled shaking his head.

"Who else did you have in mind?" Garrett pondered as she sat on his bed flattening out her dress. He placed a few shirts in his trunk for the journey.

"The Tyrells have shown interest in a union." Cersei remarked and Garrett's head snapped around. "Oh," Cersei giggled back. "That idea excites you?"

"Lady Margaery is said to be beautiful." Garrett offered with a shrug.

"And a whore." Cersei countered.

"You think everyone is a whore, is that it? No one is good enough for me?" Garrett questioned.

"No one will ever be good enough for you." Cersei corrected.

"Are there any matches that you like? Did grandfather... I'm assuming he has thoughts as well." Garrett remarked sealing his trunk but Cersei opened it back up reorganizing and changing out a few shirs and a few pants. Garrett chuckled pouring them a drink. "How can I show I'm ready for a wife if my mother is packing my bags?" Garrett mused.

"Men know no sense in fashion." Cersei corrected. "We will make a good impression-"

"Even if you already hate them and hate the idea of going all the way up north for father to beg for Ned Starks hand." Garrett finished. Cersei brought a finger to her nose giving it a tap. "Why is he making everyone go north, it seems foolish, a waste of supplies and resources, time!" Garrett remarked. "We should have Ned Stark come here."

"I agree, you got the Lannister brains clearly." Cersei remarked. "Robert is lacking."

"He usually is." Garrett murmured under his breath but Cersei heard, her smile widened. She loved that Garrett loved her more than Robert. Loved that even though father and sons were supposed to have such a great bond that Garrett didnt much care for Robert.

"When we get back we have a celebration for you." Cersei reminded him as she pulled out a lannister red shirt, the finest of silks, little gold detailing on the cuff. "This one is perfect."

"I notice you removed all the Baratheon yellows from my wardrobe." Garrett mused. Cersei waved a dismissive hand closing back up his trunk. "Can uncle Stannis and uncle Renly come?" Cersei stared back at him confused. "To my big celebration." He clarified.

"If you want them here." cersei agreed slowly.

"I like them." Garrett mumbled.

Renly was closest in age to Garrett and he felt like he didnt have many friends his own age, so when Renly and his sworn sword Loras were around he got to be a normal guy, not the prince, not the heir to the iron throne just, Garrett.

His Uncle Stannis always had battle plans for him. He had hypotheticals ready and different plans of attack. Garrett and him would go through the options of different attacks and Garrett would either get, 'the castle has fallen your mother is dead,' or 'You should sit the Iron throne now, my boy.'

Stannis had one daughter and no sons, a lot of stillborns and he resented his wife just slightly for it. But his daughter, Shireen was a ray of light, greyscale covered half her face, everyone thought she was a goner but Stannis wasnt losing his daughter. Years later, her face still scarred but she got her life.

Stannis thought of Garrett as the son he never got and loved when he came to the capital to see him. Garrett spent a few moons at dragonstone and he never felt more Baratheon. He walked the halls, it was cold, always cold. It used to be heated by the dragons, the dragon eggs from dragons mott but the dragons had long since died. Garrett ran his hand along the dragon engravings, to think there was a time when dragons roamed free.

Stannis ran strategy with him about that too. What if a dragon appeared? Then what? Garrett's answer was always... 'we are fucked.'

Stannis knew that Garrett would be a good king, a better king than Robert. Stannis had envied that Robert, that sword wielding drunken, whoring mess of a man got to sit the throne. Got the beautiful wife, four children, seven castles. Stannis envied his elder brother for claiming that throne. Hated that the people didnt see Stannis as a better option.

Stannis looked at Robert, his crown worn tipping off his fat head. It wasnt a conquerors crown, no. While Robert ruled it was nothing more than a hollow crown.