Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

14. Definitely Maybe

"Garrett I want you to meet Lady Willa of house swann." Cersei remarked.

"I don't want to go. " Garrett countered distractedly. Cersei followed his gaze to Margaery dancing, hips moving, arms dragging over exposed skin. Cersei knew this would be a good idea but didnt think she liked Margaery Tyrell. She was too tempting and Garrett was too easily swayed by her, she didnt want to lose her baby boy to that whore. But if cersei called Margaery a whore, Garrett would counter 'you call everyone a whore' which was true.

"Of course not. Shes a pretty distraction." Cersei agreed.

"She is." garrett agreed easily.

"You have to help me!" Sansa demanded. Arya slurped up the oyster ignoring her sister. She decided she liked these parties, she didnt have to wear a dress, she just got to walk around, eat food, sneak wine and annoy her sister. Plus the prince already adored her so she really didn't have to try well. Everyone else was throwing themselves at the prince. She caught his eye without even trying.  "That woman is trying to steal Garrett from me."

"I thought you were in love with joffrey?" Arya countered grabbing another oyster.

"Joffrey is a mean idiot." Sansa corrected. "I want garrett, I need him to fall for me."

"What do you want me to do? Lie to Garrett and say you are awesome?" Arya questioned slurping in Sansa's face.

"Arya!" Sansa screamed.

"What?" She whined. "Oh cockles." she grabbed one. Sansa slapped it from her hand. "DUDE! I'm not cleaning that up."

"I need you to distract Margaery Tyrell. I need you... to do what you do best." Sansa decided.

"What do I do best?" Arya pondered.

"Make a mess. On her preferable." Sansa decided. "I need her out of the way so garrett will stop staring at her and look at me. I look like a queen in the making and-"

"You do?" Arya laughed back.

"Just get rid of her.' Sansa hissed.

But Arya was quick to throw food across the way it splattered onto Margaery, only making her already thin dress cling to her skin, her breasts pebbled under the cold food. Sansa groaned, that was not helping that was making him stare more.

Garrett was quick to move forward grabbing a cloak to wrap around Margaery.  He shot a look back at Arya.

"You aiming for Sansa again? You missed." Garrett half mused.

"Whoops." Arya shrugged. She liked that he looked to her. of course he looked to her. She was a troublemaker and she realized that he probably didn't want a troublemaker as a queen. Which was why his eyes had returned the older more mature, and very elegant  Margaery Tyrell. Dammit she was gonna have to try.

"What was that about?" Ned questioned.

"Um... whoops." She repeated running off.

"ARYA!" Sansa hissed.

"Sansa, go help Margaery." ned suggested.

"It would be very improper for the prince to help Margaery out of her dirty clothes...." Sansa agreed. "Make Arya- where did she-"

"Go." ned urged. "be a good friend."

"She's not my friend." Sansa corrected.

"Make friends." Ned urged.

"Sorry about Arya." Garrett whispered.

"She doesnt like me." Margaery feigned a shiver.

"I think it might her way to say she loves you." Garrett teased.

"Can you help me out of this dress? I dont think I could possibly-"

"Lady Margaery!" Sansa declared rushing forward to pull them apart. "You look dreadful, simply awful!" Margaery's face pale as she touched her hair, it was still in perfect condition. "To be seen out in public like this, the horror, the shame!" Sansa tsked. Garrett chuckled, he didnt understand women, but he took a step back.

"You are in good hands with Lady Sansa." Garrett assured. Margaery forced a smile before glaring at sansa as she led her off.

"What's your problem little girl?" margaery hissed.

"You." Sansa answered once they were in the hall. "You're not a girl's girl I'm not an idiot." Sansa decided. Margaery's smile curved into a wicked smirk. "You want garrett, you are trying to sabotage everyone, well I'm not so easily scared off and the future queen shouldnt be... bitch."

"Well, you're not that special and I see right through this little good girl innocent act." Margaery countered. "You're not his type. You're fucking delusional."

Spinning your lies like a god damn professional, Sansa was going to take Margaery Tyrell down.

"I know how to play this game, Sansa." margaery warned. "Do you?"

"I'm starting to." Sansa agreed.

"Wow, two women fighting over you." Stannis remarked.

"Maybe I marry Shireen instead, that would save me the headache of having to- what do you mean two women?" Garrett countered.  Stannis chuckled grabbing his shoulder.

"Lady Margaery and the lady sansa."

"Sansa is engaged to my brother."

"And your brother is an idiot." Stannis agreed. "You are the pride and joy of the capital." Stannis reminded him. "You are the future of the realms."

"It's just a little sad. The only thrill you have. Is to steal something that's mine." Margaery warned.

"Garrett isnt yours and techincally... I saw him first!" Sansa corrected. "DIBS!"

"You can't called dibs." Margaery objected.

"To late, already did! Double dibs!"

"You are such a child."

"Yet it is you covered in food."

Garrett knocked on aryas door that night   She had pulled it and quickly slammed it in his face

" are you going to say you're not there?" he teased, and she pulled the door open slowly.

" I'm really sorry..."

"No you're not." Garrett corrected.

" you're right." She admitted with a heavy sigh, turning around and marching towards her bed.  " but it wasn't technically really my fault."

" how do you figure that? Someone possessed your arm to throw food across the room."

" would you believe me if I agreed to that?"

" I'm not mad at you" he assured her

"Oh... well that's good. But why are you here then if you're not mad at me?"

" can't I come see my favorite girl?"

" you were surrounded by women that are in love with you and you wanted to see me?" Arya asked

" you don't treat me like I'm the prince. You treat me like I'm a person. I appreciate that more than you could ever know." Garrett answered.

" it's like a trial by princess out there. Every highborn lady wants you and they're willing to fight for you tooth and nail.!" Arya declared sitting down. He gesture to the bed and she nodded for him to sit beside her.  " do you have a get sick of it? Being the prince, the future king..." she clarified.

" it has its perks, and it has its unfortunate downfalls. I just wanted to see my favorite girl, Good night." Neither of them moved.  " will you be at the celebration tomorrow?"

" do you want me to be at the celebration tomorrow?" she tried not to sound too hopeful.

" I would really love it if you were there tomorrow." he confirmed.

" then I will definitely maybe think about considering going to the celebration tomorrow."