Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

4. Respectfully Kick Ass

"You seem used to the cold, have you ever been north, my prince?" Catelyn questioned.

"Not this far north." Garrett corrected. "But I spend a good deal of time with my uncle Stannis on dragonstone. I try and spend a moon every year since I was 8, spent a few moons last year."

"Why is that? If you dont mind me asking." Catelyn questioned.

"The world is so vast and wide, Uncle Stannis has seen more of it than I, he has been teaching me, training me, he is a fan of history and battle plans." Garrett remarked.

"Garrett is my smart boy," Cersei cooed.

"Handsome too." Sansa's friend Jayne remarked. "Which one will you marry?"

"It's just rumors." Sansa countered. She smiled up at Garrett though, he was the man she wanted but she supposed that joffrey would do. 

"I think the younger for you." Beth remarked. 

"Why?"

"Because I want to be queen!" 

"I don't fight in tournaments' Ned informed Jaime, he didnt like this many lannisters in his home. Although a glance in Catelyn's direction and his children Ned knew that they all were enjoying Garrett's company.

'No? Getting a little old for it?' Jaime teased.

'I don't fight in tournaments when I fight a man for real, I don't want him to know what I can do.' Ned told him

'Well said.' Jaime told him grinning.

'Excuse me,' ned said again walking off but Benjen grabbed his arm.

'Ned!' Benjen declared "You at a feast -- It's like a bear in a trap.' Benjen remarked.

'The boy I beheaded. Did you know him?' Ned questioned softly.

'Of course I did. Just a lad. But he was tough, Ned. A true Ranger.'

'He was talking madness. Said the Walkers slaughtered his friends.' Ned told him.

'The two he was with are still missing.' Benjen remarked

'A wildling ambush.'

'Maybe. Direwolves south of the wall. Talk of the Walkers. My brother might be the next Hand to the king. Winter is coming.' Benjen reminded him.

'Winter is coming.' Ned agreed.

"Uncle benjen!" Robb declared running up to them.

"Ah Robb how are you lad?" Benjen questioned bringing him into a hug.

"Im good." Robb agreed. "Father, Garrett is awesome. We are going to train tomorrow, show him how us northerners do it."

"Good idea," Ned agreed. "Be careful though Robb, he is the prince."

"Garrett said and I quote, I you get me on my ass then I am not worthy of my title as heir, give me your best shot." Robb remarked.

"Garrett was always a good lad." Ned recalled. "ALright then, kick his ass, respectfully of course."

"How does one respectfully kick ass?" Benjen mused.

"This is quickly becoming one of the most boring conversations i have ever had." Joffrey deemed.

"Then go away Joff." Garrett suggested.

"Garr, I can't reach the cookies," Tommen whispered.

"Thats a problem. Excuse me Starks we are on a cookie mission." Garrett remarked tipping his head to Sansa and her friends. Sansa swooned.

"Now is your chance," Jayne nudged Sansa. "Talk to the queen, make her see you are good for Garrett, not Joffrey."

"Nothings wrong with Joffrey." Sansa said half heartedly.

"But you want Garrett, hells I want him!" Jayne declared. "Go on, make your stand." Sansa nodded getting up.

'I'm sure it's very grim, after Kings Landing. I remember how scared I was when Ned brought me up here for the first time.' Catelyn went on to Cersei as Sansa approached the front table and smiled shyly up at Cersei.

'Hello, little dove. But you are a beauty. How old are you?' Cersei questioned and Sansa's little heart fluttered. Get in good with the queen and her life would be good. She would be queen one day if Cersei wanted her for Garrett.

'Fourteen, Your Grace.' She answered. Arya stared back at them. Only a year younger than sansa but completely the opposite. Sansa did everything so delicately and prettily while arya wanted nothing more than to train with the boys. Which, of course, infuriated her mother.

'You're tall. Still growing?' Cersei questioned

'I think so, Your Grace.' Sansa said confused.

' And have you bled yet?' Cersei questioned and sansa stared at her mother clearly discomfited by the questioned but Catelyn nodded for her to answer.

'No, Your Grace.' Sansa told her, Cersei nodded stiffly.

"I told him he needed a whore for his name day and he said no!" Robert declared. "Boy is green, he's a man and hes green. Maybe he's got a tiny cock!" Cersei's gaze shifted to Robet before forcing a smile at Sansa.

'And your dress. Did you make it?' Cersei went on and Sansa was to nervous to speak she nodded. 'Such talent. You must make something for me.' Sansa nodded happily as she headed off. Cersei tried to block out Roberts drunken cackles. Garrett was her good boy, he didnt need whores, he was too handsome for whores. He wasnt like Robert. Garrett had the skill robert used to, the charms Robert used to. Garrett was every maidens dream and Cersei knew it.

'I hear we might share a grandchild someday.' Cersei said turning to Catelyn. Which son though, Cersei wasnt sure she wanted a northern child for her Garrett but if sansa was a submissive little dove that was better than a woman with a mind of her own.

'I hear the same.' Catelyn agreed hopefully.

'Your daughter will do well in the capital. Such a beauty shouldn't stay hidden up here forever.' Cersei told her confidently.

"We heard it was your name day on the road." Robb remarked.

"And from your father shouting about a tiny pecker." Theon added under his breath.

"It was." Garrett agreed. "And its not." Garrett countered turning to Theon. Arya had never really cared for boys before but maybe that was because of the boys at winterfell were not Garrett Baratheon. These things robb and theon would say previously didnt make her flustered but around garrett- she honestly didn't know what was happening to her body. She felt like a stranger in her own skin.

"And mother had some cakes made for you,' Arya added.

"Is that whats all over RIckon's face?" Garrett teased. He smiled back at Arya and she knew she was screwed. She liked him.