Dynasty / Arya Stark X oc Male

30. Dynasty

"Petyr is in a cell. Just for the hell of it." Robb chuckled. 

"Your aunt Lysa is on the way." Garrett added. 

"What does she know?" 

"Very little." Garrett admitted. 

"Good. I think I need to be the one to interrogate her." 

"All yours." Garrett agreed. 

"Hey, I havent given you the talk yet." Robb realized. 

"Go for it." Garrett agreed. 

"Protect my sister, love her right, or she will kick your ass." 

Garrett chuckled. 

"Trust me, I know." Garrett agreed. "And I can't wait to marry her."

"Did you always like her?"

"From the first moment she declared herself as Arya Stark of winterfell." Garrett agreed. "I knew she was something special." 

"Aint that the truth." Robb agreed. "Be good to her... when I go I think I'm going to take back Sansa with me. She had a crush on you too. I think her seeing you and arya start a family and mainly Arya become queen is going to kill her." Robb realized. "Like literally." 

"Probably for the best." He agreed. "dont want her to have a conniption." 

Robb was ready to walk Arya down the aisle but he wasnt ready for how beautiful she looked. 

"Ready." Arya said flattening down her dress. Robb blinked back at her. "What?"

"You look..."

"Dont." Arya warned. 

"Like a girl."

"Shut up, i have always been a girl." Arya reminded him. 

"yeah but you have never dressed like this before."

"I have... once... sort of." Arya mumbled. 

"Garrett is one lucky man." Robb remarked. 

"Dont make this weird." Arya begged grabbing his arm. 

"I'm sorry you just... sorry." Robb agreed. "Mum is going to flip when she sees-"

"ARYA!" Catelyn almost fainted. "YOU LOOK LIKE A PROPER LADY!" 

"Oh fucks sake." Arya muttered. Catelyn hugged her tight. 

"I'm so proud of you honey. To be queen! And look at you! IN a dress, your hair! Oh Arya-"

"Please stop." Arya groaned. "I will turn around and take this off-"

"No, never!" Catelyn demanded. "King Garrett-"

"He is my husband to be and he said I didnt have to wear if I didnt want-"

"You are getting married and you are becoming queen you are representing the whole of the north and the realms and-"

"No pressure." Robb mumbled. 

"Mother, go sit in your spot or I will have you removed." Arya warned. "I am the queen in like... ten minutes." Arya reminded him. 

"Fine, fine," she agreed. "You just look so beautiful!" 

"Yes. I do. Now go." Arya commanded. Catelyn nodded heading off. "Why did we invite her?"

"To you wedding Arya?" Robb questioned. "Who would have thought you would be the first one of us to get married?"

"Certainly not me." she agreed. They arrived at the sept and Garrett was waiting at the end of the aisle. He was awestruck when the doors opened and Arya came down dressed like a queen. Cersei didnt like that her title was being stolen from her but Garrett had made his choice clear to her that he loved Arya and she was the only one for him. Cersei wouldnt get in the way of his happiness, he was her baby boy, she just wanted what was best for him. Besides Joffrey was a major lost cause. 

"Robb." Garrett said as they ascended the steps but his eyes were locked on Arya.  "You look enchanting, Arya."

"You look decent." Arya mused. 

"Just decent?"

"The crown is a bit much." Arya agreed. 

"You get one too." Garrett remarked. "I picked the crown of Davina Targaryen, hope you like it." arya glanced to the crown sitting on the pillow, awaiting to be placed on her head. 

"She's my favorite Targaryen." Arya agreed.

"I know." He agreed. "because I know you." 

'Already kissing ass." She whispered taking his hands. 

"Yeah." garrett agreed. "Figured it was a good way to start a marriage."  Arya chuckled stepping closer to him. 

"We are gathered here today..."

The septon spoke but Arya was focused on Garrett's lip. The smile on his face. The way he winked back at her. 

I do, I do, I do. 

"Wait what?" Arya asked when the septon asked if they had any vows. 

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." Garrett remarked. "And our love is like a dynasty that will live on forever. The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that. From when i first met you I knew you were special, I knew we had something special and I'm so glad we explored it."

"Me too." arya whispered. "I would say something romantic but its not really in my nature," he smiled thinking about how she said she would punch him in the throat if he snored. It was romantic in their own way. "so I'm just going to say, I love you and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Because you are the only man in the world for me."

He didnt want another moment, before kissing her and claiming her as his queen. 

Arya held tight to Garretts hand as the crown was placed upon her head. They turned to face the crowd. Their bodies may have been towards the cheering audience of lords and ladies, their friends and families but their eyes were glued on each other. 

"You were already my queen." He whispered kissing her again. 

"You are always going to be, My garrett." She teased holding onto him. She was queen. But more importantly, she was married to a man that loved her for her, no dress and sword in hand was his favorite version of her but he wouldnt mind if she dressed up every now and again because she was stunning. 

"Hey Sansa..." Arya smirked adjusting the crown on her head. "No, I am not the king but I'm the whole damn dynasty.... ha, ha, ha." Sansa sobbed out and Arya cackled heading off. Garrett couldnt stop laughing. 

"I love you."

"Damn right you do."