Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

20. Someone Like You

"Earlier today, I distinctly recall seeing you talking to Lord Stark in his chambers." Petyr realized.

"Was that you under the bed?" Varys questioned.

"And not long after that when I saw you escorting a certain foreign dignitary... Council business? Of course you would have friends from across The Narrow Sea. You're from there yourself, after all. We're friends, aren't we, Lord Varys? I'd like to think we are. So you can imagine my burden, wondering if the King might question my friend's sympathies... To stand at a crossroads where turning left means loyalty to a friend, turning right, loyalty to the realm."

Ned had excused himself looking for arya and sansa had blushed when garrett touched her braids. Calling her a real southern lady.

"I tried to make them look like your mother." Sansa told him.

"Thought it looked familiar." Garrett offered. Joffrey had left bored of the simple chatter of women but garrett didnt mind sitting among them. He had to get used to the incessant chatter of women. No. No that was rude. But damn could they talk. He glanced around looking for arya.

"Jon!"

He moved swiftly to garrett.

" where is your sister?" Jons eyes drifted to sansa. "Arya." he corrected.

" I haven't seen her." Jon countered heading off.

It was hard to be the respectable prince and give women his full attention when they spoke when they talked over each other constantly. He leaned back in his chair, sipping his wine, nodding. Yep. How did jon escape? When did jon escape this? That traitor. Garrett brought him to the capital found him a girlfriend and then he left with her the first chance he got. Rude but completely understandable.

" if you would excuse me." Garrett got up. " I forgot I have a date. A training date that is." he had it off before the ladies could give him a chance to object.

"To find myself in a position where a simple word to the King --"

"What are you two conspiring about? Well, whatever it is, you'd best hurry up. My brother is coming." Renly declared bursting into the throne room.

" To a small council meeting?" Petyr countered confused.

"Disturbing news from far away. Haven't you heard?" Varys agreed.

"Where is Garrett?" Renly questioned "the women were squabbling when I stumbled upon them not a clue where he went."

" where is that girl?" Garrett murmured.

" are we sparring?" Jon asked. " sorry I ran off again."

" yeah you abandoned me in my time of need." Garrett agreed. " get ready to get your ass kicked."

"Off with you. No begging."

"I'm not a beggar. I live here." Arya corrected sure she looked like a mess but she did live here.

Where was garrett or tommen they would confirm she wasnt a beggar but her stomach was grumbling.

"D'you want a smack on your ear to help you with your hearing?" The guard countered.

"I want to see my father." Arya demanded.

"Vaera is so perfect! Sorry for ditching you im the worst friend in the whole universe." Jon decided.

"You are and you owe me." Garrett agreed. "thanks for sparring with me. I needed a break from all the women. "

" I think you are the only man in existence to say that."