Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

23. Not Today

Sansa ran to Garrett in a fit of sobs. She threw herself at him not caring if she seemed like a little girl.

"Sansa whats wrong?" Garrett questioned holding her instantly. She relaxed her sobs into his chest. He cared about her he really did she could tell. They would be perfect together but not if they left.

"My father is trying to send us home." Sansa whimpered

"Arya told me." He admitted.

"He quit as hand. Hire him back!" Sansa begged. "He would work for you. You are a great man."

"Alas im not king yet." Garrett countered

"Please i dont want to leave you."

"Or your betrothed?" Garrett mused. Sansa eyes remained fixed to garretts chest as she held him. "If you want your union ended to my brother-"

"I do more than anything because i love... another."

"I had a feeling you might." Garrett suddenly felt very awkward. "Your father sending you home would be a gift. An end to a union without joffrey throwing a fit."

"I dont care if he throws a fit. I want you!" Sansa begged finally looking at him.

"Im sorry sansa. I... i don't feel that way about you." Garrett admitted slowly.

"Such a small pack of wolves."

"Stay back, Ser! This is the Hand of the King!" Jory demanded.

"Was!... the Hand of the King. Now I'm not sure what he is... Lord of somewhere very far away." Jaime corrected.

" What's the meaning of this, Lannister?" Petyr corrected, Jaime smirked back at him.

"Get back inside where it's safe. I'm looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don't you, Lord Stark? Blond hair, sharp tongue, short man." Jaime turned his gaze to Ned.

"I remember him well." Ned agreed.

" is it because I'm not old enough?"

" no. It's not your age. I have fallen for another. I'm sorry." Garrett said pulling back.

" of course you have." she wiped her eyes. " I'm so sorry I was so foolish. Margaery is a lukcy-"

"Not Margaery."

"Aelora?"

"No," garrett whispered

"Avalon. Of course Avalon she is-"

"Sansa. Im sorry. I have business to attend to."

"Yes of course." Sansa agreed.

"It seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn't know what happened to him, would you?" Jaime demanded.

"He was taken at my command to answer for his crimes." Ned lied. Jaime quickly drew his sword, causing a ripple effect and men on both sides drew theirs as well.

"My Lords! I'll bring the City Watch!" Petyr offered.

" Come, Stark. I'd rather you die sword in hand." Jaime challenged

"If you threaten my Lord again..." Jory warned.

" Threaten? As in, "I'm going to open your Lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of"?"

"You kill me, your brother's a dead man." Ned countered.

"You're right." Jaime agreed calmly. "Take him alive! Kill his men!"

"Garrett loves another! I have failed!" Sansa sobbed. " we're leaving and I can never get him to fall in love with me."

" let's face it. You failed a long time ago, and you were never going to win his heart." Arya corrected