Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

2. Done With You

"Planning on killing me brother?" Garrett questioned. Joffrey glanced back at him. "YOu are staring at that throne like you mean to sit it one day."

"It could be mine." Joffrey answered before he marched past him, ramming his arm into Garrett as he passed. Garrett didnt flinch, Joffrey rubbed at his arm regretting that quickly.

"How could it be yours?" Garrett questioned.

"Accidents happen all the time, brother. Come on, before they leave without us." Joffrey sneered.

"You are a shithead." Garrett said catching up with him, he put Joffrey in a head lock. Joffrey whined out.

"Don't mess up my hair!" Joffrey demanded, as Garrett tussled his hair. "GARR!"

"What are big brothers for?" Garrett mused letting him go.

"This is why you are going to end up dead somewhere." Joffrey decided as he marched off. Tommen gaped back at them.

"DOn't listen to Joffrey, he's just mad at everything, all the time." Garrett assured picking up his littlest brother. "You ready to see the snow Tom?" Tommen nodded but his gaze shifted back to Joffrey. "He was just joking, you know he's mean like that. He won't hurt us."

"He threatened to kill Ser Pounce." Tommen whispered. "And cut him up and... put him in my stew." He whimpered.

"Lets find Ser Pounce before we leave." Garrett suggested. TOmmen nodded calling out for his cat as they walked.

"Where were you?" Cersei questioned.

"We had to say goodbye to Ser pounce." Garrett answered. They found the cat, he was fine luckily but one of these days Joffrey was going to follow through with his threats. But Joffrey didnt like getting his hands dirty, he liked the fear he put in Tommen when he threatened him. But Joffrey wouldnt put in the work to fulfill that threat.

"Come on, its a long journey." Cersei remarked. Garrett handed off Tommen and moved to his horse. Cersei watched him mount his horse and thought he looked like Jaime, that smile he gave her from up there. Her handsome baby boy.

"I hear the prince is so handsome." Sansa remarked, gushing already with her friends, Jayne and Beth.

"One of black hair, the other blonde," Jayne agreed. "You probably want the younger to fall for you."

"Why is that?" Beth questioned.

"Because I want the prince Garrett to fall for me!" Jayne laughed out.

"They are coming for my father, not for me." Sansa corrected.

"What are you bickering about?" Arya questioned.

"The princes are coming to winterfell." Sansa remarked.

"Ah, yes the boys were talking about the queen though." Arya recalled.

"Gross she's so old," Jayne declared.

"She's the queen!" Sansa corrected.

"Your brothers..." Jayne looked to Arya.

"They were saying some unsavory things." Arya agreed.

"And here we are thinking the same about the princes!" Beth laughed out.

"I'm not as vile as Robb and Theon." Sansa tsked.

"I'm thinking it and I dont even know what they look like yet!" Jayne countered. "Can you imagine being the queen?"

"I'm sure he already had matches in line." Arya countered.

"Why would you say that?" Sansa countered urgently.

"Because isnt he old?"

"Happy name day my love!" Cersei declared.

"I'm going to take him to the nearest brothel, my treat!" Tyrion declared.

"NO!" Cersei declared. "He doesnt need whores, my boy is too pretty for whores."

"He is a man, yet I dont think he has got it wet yet," Tyrion corrected.

"You are a vile little man." Cersei hissed. Garrett chuckled. He had one request for his actual name day, chocolate cake. They found a little bakery, the baker was named Alisha and she had the biggest eyes. Garrett liked the thought of marrying a normal girl. Alisha let him taste and try anything he wanted. She said no charge for the prince but he paid her handsomely. She made him a triple chocolate cake and they picked up in the morning before they left.

"He likes the baker." Jaime remarked and Garrett's eyes shifted to him as he took a bite pulling the fork back slowly from his lips. "I saw the way he smiled at her."

"Wonderful, better than a whore." Tyrion offered.

"I..." Garrett shook his head.

"My Garrett is a good boy, I dont want him corrupted." Cersei corrected. Jaime winked back at him.

"We will talk when your mother isnt around to ruin the fun." Tyrion added.

"Heavens," Cersei muttered, Garrett took another bite of cake looking between them.

"He's a man, ten and nine, thats well past-" Robert agreed.

"I dont think I want to talk about this." Garrett decided. "Not with my parents. Not ever." He added.

"I remember the first time-" Robert went on. "No I dont, it was a long time ago but feeling a womans cunt around your cock!" Robert bellowed. Garrett looked to his mother as her face pinched and she looked up to the heavens as if silently asking for patience.

"Feelings the heaviness of their tits in your hands-" Robert went on. Jaime saw Cersei tense up as well. She was a small breasted woman, Jaime knew this well and knew the women that Robert was describing in detail were not his wife. Garrett knew it too. He rose up and Robert shut up.

"Father, can you not speak like that in front of mother?" Garrett requested.

"It's not like she doesnt know how its done." Robert bellowed slapping a hand to her back.

"It's my name day, I dont ask for much. Please... can you show mother some respect." Garrett requested politely. Robert scoffed moving towards him.

"What about my respect boy?" Robert countered.

"How are you already drunk?" Garrett questioned softly smelling the ale on his tongue. "The sun just barely rose." Cersei smirked until Robert grabbed Garrett, fisting his shirt.

"Robert," Cersei warned shooting up. garrett didnt flinch, it made Cersei wonder if Robert hurt him, was rough with him in the past and Garrett just hid it well.

"I'm your king." Robert sneered, his face centimeters from Garrett.

"You are my father." Garrett remarked calmly. "Maybe you forgot that you are married and have four children." He added. Jaime wanted to give him a round of applause. It was a sad thing to think that Jaime wished Garrett was his, wished that Joffrey wasnt. Garrett was a good man and how could something so vile and vicious as Joffrey come from Jaime and someone as good and honorable come from Robert? It didnt make sense to Jaime.

"Watch yourself boy." Robert snarled.

"Sorry, your grace." Garrett offered. "I didnt realize we left my father back at the capital." Robert shoved him back and Garrett landed with a skidding thud on the ground.

"Garrett!" Cersei declared running to him. But Garrett got up brushing himself off.

"You learn your place boy!" Robert growled.

"Beneath your boot. Got it." Garrett agreed as he headed off.

"I'm not done with you!" Robert demanded his voice echoed through the tree scaring away birds, they fluttered free into the sky.

"I'm done with you." Garrett countered as he kept walking.