Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

6. Celibate

'Rough night imp?' Sandor questioned fixing his boots.

'If I get through this without scratching one end or the other it will be a miracle.'  Tyrion told him drunkenly, his head was spinning, he hated the north.

'Didn't pick you for a hunter.'

'I am the greatest in the land my spear never misses.' he said drunkenly, his words slurred.

'It's not hunting if you pay for it.' Sandor remarked getting up as Tyrion closed his eyes again leaning against the stables.

"Prince Joffrey, Robb, will you go another round?"

Garrett laughed, Joffrey was still licking his wounds from the last round against Robb.

"Gladly." Joffrey strut into the sunlight.

"I think Bran might be more JOffrey's speed." Garrett teased. "Rickon even, a worthy competitor." Rickon puffed out his chest.

"This is a game for children, Ser Rodrik." Joffrey sneered back at his brother. "I am a prince. And I grow tired of swatting at Starks with a play sword."

"You got more swats than you gave, Joff," Robb corrected.

"Respect your elders, Joffrey." Garrett added.

"You calling me old?" Robb mused.

"Are you afraid I was going easy on you?"  Joffrey barked as he looked back at robb. "Now your ass will be in the dirt before you blink!"

"Joffrey!" Garrett demanded.

"What are you suggesting?" Robb asked joffrey

"Live steel."

"Done," Robb agreed. How he would love to butcher this boy.

"JOffrey you are not as skilled as me and Robb, you should stick to training swords." Garrett countered. "Thats why you have Sandor looking out for you."

"Live steel is too dangerous..." it was hard to say such a thing since Garrett was but a moment older than his twin and garrett dueled with live steel against robb. "I will permit you tourney swords, with blunted edges." Rodrick corrected. Joffrey said nothing, "you are the prince Joffrey." He offered. "Best to wait until you are of an age."

"We are of an age." Garrett mused nudging Robb.

"Now I feel old." Robb laughed back.

"Come and see me when you're older, Stark. If you're not too old." Joffrey cackled out.

"Little punk." Theon muttered.

"Come, Tommen," joffrey said. "The hour of play is done. Leave the children to their frolics." Garrett rolled his eyes.

"You going on the hunt?" Jon questioned.

"I try and put as much distance between my father and I as possible." Garrett countered. "And he's already drunk... so I dont want to accidentally get hit with a crossbow."

"Your father wouldnt shoot you." Jon countered. "You are his son." True born son jon thought ruefully.

"I'm a disappointment to him." Garrett countered as he sheathed his sword, picked up his cloak draping it over his arm.

"FATHER!" Arya declared shuffling to a stop before him.

"What's wrong?" Ned questioned.

"I want to come to the capital with you." Arya demanded.

"You do?" Ned thought it would be harder to convince her.

"Yes, Garrett is awesome." Arya agreed and handsome and skilled and charming and not an utter shithead like his twin.

"Great, yes, wonderful." Ned agreed. He stared back at his daughter debating if Arya had a crush. Arya nodded running off. This was going to be great!

'I know what I'm putting you through. Thank you for saying yes. I only ask you because I need you. You're a loyal friend. You hear me? A loyal friend. The last one I've got." Robert remarked coming up to Ned pawing at his shoulder.

''I hope I'll serve you well.' Ned told him.

''You will. And I'll make sure you don't look so fucking grim all the time. Come on, boys, let's go kill some boar!" Ned nodded goodbye to Bran as the riding party headed off.

' Come on, you.' Bran instructed summer as she ran away from Ned and towards Bran.

"So any ladies at the capital?" Robb questioned. "I'm sure you have all the ladies after you."

"I havent noticed." Garrett admitted.

"Yeah right," Theon laughed back.

"The cookie lady." Tommen whispered giving him away.

"What cookie lady?" Jon questioned.

"On the way here- it was nothing-" Garrett added. "We stopped for sweets on my name day and she was cute."

"And your father thought you should..." Jon realized. Garrett nodded.

"You havent ever?" Robb questioned.

"Hence why my father is such an ass." Garrett agreed. "At this point I might just turn celibate to piss him off even more."

"The poor women of the realms will be crushed!" Theon declared. "Dont worry I will offer them a cock to cry onto." he mused.

"How generous." Garrett agreed.

"Shit they are leaving," Robb murmured running off. "See you after!" He called back. "Come on Theon."

"Yeah, yeah," Theon agreed.

"Not joining?" Garrett questioned.

"Even if I wanted to, I dont think I would be allowed." JOn admitted.

"Things change when you get to the capital." Garrett remarked.

"If Lord Stark allows it." Jon countered.

"He will. I will make sure of it. In fact I will tell my mother now, get it in her head." Garrett offered.

"Thanks Garrett." Jon said, feeling like he truly had a friend for the first time in ages but before Garrett made it in a scream from the tower caught his attention. Bran was falling.

Garretts eyes went wide. He heard screams from behind him heard the words get the maester coming from his own mouth but it sounded distant in his ears. Cersei heard garretts voice down below and she was filled with worry. She pushed jaime and he scowled back at her.

"What?"

"Garrett is down there!" Cersei declared running down.

"You fucking told me..." jaime hissed following after her.

"Garrett what happened?" Cersei was already checking him over for wounds.

"Im fine mother. Its bran. He fell. He fell from the tower." Garrett declared.

"You are not hurt!" Cersei declared with so much relief as she clung to him.

"Bran... is he going to be okay?"