Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

16. Love Match

"Garrett!" sansa wasnt delusional. Garrett liked her back. "I bet you are glad that the party is done with, i thought it would never end."

"It lasted longer than expected." Garrett admitted glancing for Arya but she wasnt there. 

"And you sent everyone home, shame but maybe-"

"I didnt send everyone home." Garrett corrected. Sansa's heart constricted.

"Oh?" She rasped.

"My mother suggested I invite a few women to stay and court." Garrett agreed. "The future of the realms, its important to make the right choice."

"RIght... of course." Sansa agreed. "Um who did you pick? To stay, on a trial basis..." she added. Garrett laughed bumping her hip with his before he continued walking.

"I dont know, I told my mother to choose." Garrett admitted. "None of them seemed right." 

"Oh?" Sansa squealed. "That's... too bad." She toned down her enthusiasm.

"Will you... Excuse me." Garrett said nodding to Jon and Arya at the end of the hall. 

"Oh yes, of course, we will..." He was already heading off. "I love you." 

"You picked four wives." Arya said when Garrett got to them. 

"I didnt pick anyone!" Garrett objected. "If I had a choice..." he hesitated. 

""Yes?" Arya agreed leaning in. Jon put her in a headlock. 

"Stop bothering Garrett." Jon instructed. 

"She's no bother." Garrett assured, Arya whacked at jon before fussing with her hair. 

Vaera Estermont . Avalon Swyift. Aelora velaryon. Margaery Tyrell. Sansa could handle this. Get rid of the competition... yep.  How would she do this? Arya knew sansa would be busy trying to sabotage the women so she could focus on getting Garrett to love her.

Margaery sat among the women chatting happily when sansa stumbled upon them.

"Oh, there is young sansa stark now." Margaery remarked. "We were just talking about you."

"Tell us," Aelora requested, "you know the price best, travelling with him from the north, whats he really like?"

"he's..." amazing perfect, stunning, charming, kind, he's going to be the best kind ever. "He snores." Sansa lied. "Really loud." Margaery crossed her arms over her chest leaning back in her chair. Two could play this game of narrowing down the competition. "and he drinks a lot, I heard from others that he is set to a life like his father." Aelora's eyes went wide.

"His father is..." she shook her head, a shudder going through her.

"Yeah... but runs int he family, the king is handsy too." Sansa added. "Has no boundaries. So get used to him being grabby, more so than Garrett. You know he told me he might consider going celabit."

"You are lying." Margaery shouted.

"She's not." Garrett countered catching the last bit and only the last bit of their conversation.  "I did say that. Revealing all my secrets lady sansa?" he tsked wrapping an arm around her. Sansa felt victorious but Margaery jutted her chest forward and garretts eyes drifted to her full breast, begging to be set free. He cleared his throat looking to the table and picking up a bundle of grapes.

"You can't still be considering that?" vaera offered hopefully.

"Of course not. I'm the heir, an heir needs an heir and I think i would like children one day." Garrett offered.