Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

7. Weird

Winterfell was melting with tears as the starks wept over brans lifeless body.

Joffrey couldn't stand the cries of women but garrett went to check on them

"Hes so perfect." Sansa gushed when she should have been worried about her little brother.

"Father will bran be alright?" Arya questioned instead.

"The maesters say he will wake hopefully but he wont have use of his legs." Ned admitted

"He wants to be a knight." Arya corrected. Ned sighed as Garrett knocked.

"Come in my prince."

"How is everyone faring?" Garrett questioned. Arya found herself moving towards him. He was so perfect. Sansa was right. Garrett easily wrapped an arm around her. Ned appreciated garrett taking his girls under his wing. He trusted garrett with his daughters. Knew he wouldnt take advantage of their crushes.

"The maesters think he will survive." Ned offered.

"I can speak to my father. You shouldnt have to leave him." Garrett added. "Not like this."

Sansa stared back at Garrett as he held onto arya. It must have been a brotherly love.  Brotherly compassion.

Arya didnt think anything of it when she clung to garrett yes he was handsome and yes she liked him but it felt so natural to hold him when she was feeling scared about the future and he so easily held her in return.

"The kids look up to you Prince Garrett." Ned remarked.

"Ah, they are young ladies." Garrett corrected.

"Please no." Ned begged. "They will forever be my little girls."

"Yet you are marrying Sansa off." Garrett countered.

"Catelyn wants me to find a husband for Arya in the capital." Ned admitted. Garrett chuckled. "Oh no what?"

"Nothing. I think shes lovely." Garrett assured

"But?" Ned prompted.

"Most men want a woman that acts the part."

"Of a lady which arya is the opposite of." Ned agreed shaking his head. "One wedding at a time I suppose."

"Arya is a sweet girl. I dont think she will have any difficulty once she has set her sights on someone." Garrett assured

"Sweet is not the first thing that comes to mind when i think of my arya." Ned admitted. "Rambunctious. Wild. Driving her mothers last nerve comes to mind." Ned corrected before looking back to bran.

"You dont have to go." Garrett corrected. "Your son is hurt. You are needed here."

"I am not needed here. I wish I could be of help but there is nothing I can do to help him."

Garrett was frustrated. Not only was Bran still unconscious but he felt just as useless as ned. He was to be king and the people around him were hurting and there was nothing he could do. Sure his father was the king and he did nothing but garrett held himself to higher standards than his father.

"You are going to freeze out here southern boy."

"Then you might just melt down south northern girl." Garrett teased looking up at arya as she approached. She messed with her hair as she got closer. His legs were spread, elbows digging into his thighs and hands clasped between his knees. She watched the hunch of his back disappear as he sat up looking her over.

"You look... different." He decided.

"Good different? Dont answer that. I dont care." Arya said quickly

"Different." Garrett countered. "Not that you care." She smiled before forcing a straight face

"Why are you out here pouting all alone?"

"Im not pouting." Garrett chuckled.

"Yeah. I think you are." Arya countered

"Well im not alone. Youre here."

"You alright Garr?" The nickname felt so natural on her tongue.

"Just thinking about bran." He admitted "hate that there is nothing to do but wait."

"My father would probably say something like good things come to those who wait." Arya shrugged "but waiting sucks." Garrett chuckled.

"How are you holding up?"

"Its weird." She answered sitting a bit closer to him. "Like i keep expecting him to be climbing up a wall. Or jumping down from the bannisters... its weird him being... so still."