a wolf and a stag // r.stark 1.

1.7. Tournament

Arabella was sitting next to Joffrey, who didn't say a word to her. He was not sick whatsoever.

Arabella hated tournaments. She hated the blood, violence and anything with death. Unfortunately, Robert loved all these things.

Ser Loras Tyrell rode his horse and handed a rose to Sansa, who was amazed by him. On the other side there was Gregor Clegane or Mountain as people called him. His brother Sandor was Joffrey's kingsguard. He didn't scare Arabella as much as he scared others.

They started riding at each other. Ser Loras won. Arabella watched with horror when the Mountain fell off his horse. "Bullshit!" suddenly, the mountain roared. "Sword!"

His poor squire gave it to him and he cut off his horse's head. Arabella looked down with terror in her eyes. Mountain then attacked Ser Loras, but he shielded himself with his shield.

Arabella saw Sandor Clegane running to them. The two brothers started fighting. Joffrey stood up from his seat, with a look on his face. Everything turned into a complete chaos.

"In the name of a King, stop this madnsss!" Robert shouted loudly. Then everything calmed down. The Hound kneeled down. Gregor left.

"You saved my life, Ser" Loras said to Sandor and took his hand and put it up, signalizing that he was the winner. Everyone started cheering.

"Bullshit" Joffrey sat down with an annoyed face.

"Why are you so negative?" Arabella shot him a look. "Your guard almost died"

"What do you know about fighting?" Joffrey spat.

Arabella sighed and stood up, offended. She ran away her guards following her. The king saw his daughter running away and shot Joffrey a glare.

Arabella bumped into someone and saw that it was the new Hand. "I'm sorry, m'lord" she apologised.

"Princess" he greeted officialy. "Can we talk in the hand's tower today? I have some questions" he told her.

Arabella looked at the man and nodded her head. "I'll find time"

Cersei was in her room, because she had left earlier. Arabella walked in there. "Arabella? Are you alright?" Cersei saw the angry look on her face.

"Why does my dear brother hate me sl much, mother?" she asked her with a sigh.

"Joffrey doesn't hate you"Cersei comforted. "He just... He shows his love differently"

"It is pointless that you defend him. He hated me since the day he was born. And I have to live with that. Excuse me" she shouted and left.

Littlefinger was waiting for Arabella in the corridor. She stopped and narrowed her eyes. "Princess Arabella" he bowed his head.

"Lord Bealish, what should I thank for, seeing you this lovely day?" the hint of sarcasm escaped her mouth as she sighed.

"May the Gods be blessed" he answered with a smirk. "I couldn't not hear your father talking with his Hand about your marriage with Robb Stark" he began.

Shs knew he was a twisted man. But she also knew how to manipulate. "And what did they say?"

"Ned Stark is not happy about his son's marriage with you, but King Robert assured him you will be just right" he smiled creepily.

"And why is he not happy?" Arabella asked with a raised eyebrow. She felt tired of the games.

Littlefinger inched closer to her. "He thinks you are on the Lannister side and as you know, Starks don't have a soft spot for them"

"Remind Lord Stark that I am not a Lannister" she ordered sternly.

Lord Bealish nodded, agreeing. "But you do have their blood" he whispered and left her stand with a confused look on her face.

She walked closer to the Hand's tower, but heard ticking. Being curious as she was, Arabella went to investigate. She saw Arya teaching how to spare with a man. Arabella chuckled seeing the little girl trying to spare. She decided not to interrupt and reached the hand's room. "Tell Lord Stark that the Princess is here" she ordered one man. He nodded and walked inside.

A few seconds later the door opened and she walked in.

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