Dangerous Times at Westeros Crown High, a Game of Thrones fic
So yeah, I have sort of turned Game of Thrones into Harry Potter. Someone somewhere out there is cringing. I just thought it would be interesting if a) all the children from the different houses interacted and got to know each other and b) if Daenarys wasn’t in an entire other country. So now Dany is kinda like Harry, Joffrey is sort of Draco and the Stark children are the Weasleys (with two Rons). Sorry.
If you’re confused about the timeline, don’t worry, it’s an Anachronism Stew, and intentional.
o Title: Dangerous Times at Westeros Crown High
o Author: happy_overdose
o Pairings: Robb/Dany/Jon, Joffrey/Dany (abusive), Joffrey/Sansa (one sided), Loras/Sansa, Dany/Viserys (abusive). This story is really not overly cute or sweet.
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Daenarys
wondered if her brother knew how much she hated when he dropped her off to school. He always had the same speech for her, the same crap about how much she was superior to all her classmates, born of the rightful rulers of Westeros, a queen. Dany knew that well enough, but the premise that that her classmates were all her mortal enemies when in reality they were more concerned about passing Math was kind of nuts. She tried to ignore her brother by turning up the radio in his red Ferrari, but he turned it back down to continue his rant.
“One day this land will be ours, and they will all bow down to us. This is your opportunity to learn their weaknesses, Dany. We can always use it against them, then we will rule in absolute once I have my rebellion. Never forget that they are your enemies, dear sister.”
Dany fixed her eyes on the trees outside the car window. They lined the driveway of the prestigious Westeros Crown Academy. Her school had as its students the children of the various noble houses of Westeros. The only way to get in was to be from a noble family or to be a ward of one of these families.
Dany was only able to go to school on a technicality. As long as the Usurper Robert Baratheon was on the throne, she and her brother were in exile. The school, however, was on neutral ground, something that all of the houses strove to maintain. This was a clear advantage for everyone; it ensured that through any political changes that occurred in their land, their children would be safe. At least that was the theory. It did not always work in execution. Dany had learned of assassination plots, poisonings, brawls and duels to the death that had occurred in the school’s past. She put her head down as they drove past two girls in blue Arryn uniforms. She didn’t really know anybody, being the new girl, but they all seemed to know her, from the looks they gave her. She was the only girl in school in a red and black uniform, the crest detailing a three headed dragon. The only one with violet eyes and white blonde hair. The Targeryen.
As they drove into the main courtyard, she saw a band of people disembarking from a huge caravan, all with red or black hair. The Starks were early for school today. Sometimes she would get to school before them, especially if Jorah was taking her, and she would take a moment to watch them tumble from the car and scramble into the school. The two girls would be arguing, the two younger boys would be trying to get away from their mother, who was normally brandishing a comb, and the two eldest boys would look like the embodiment of cool, usually from behind Aviators. Sansa would sometimes wear her Tully red and blue uniform, but most of the time they were all matching in their Stark grey and white uniform. Today was one of those days.
Dany knew that the only reason she was allowed to come to the school was because their father Eddard Stark had petitioned for her. In the end, he had to claim her as a ward. So now, Dany had to go to Winterfell every other weekend. She didn’t mind it; it was much better than staying at Viserys’ apartment and hiding when he had company. The Starks had a lot of space. She had her own room there instead of a bed that folded up into the wall. It was really cold there, but the mansion was near a series of hot springs that kept the whole place warm and toasty. The Stark children were also really nice to her too.
This happenstance left a bad taste in her brother’s mouth, however. His hatred for the Starks increased exponentially with every kindness they showed his sister.
“Look at the lot of them,” Viserys sneered, “Them and their damn nobility. Gods know what they think they’ll get by getting in our good graces. When I reclaim my throne, I’ll have every last one of their heads on stakes. “
Dany fought the urge to react outwardly, but inside her heart squeezed with pain. She couldn’t believe he could be so hurtful. She knew that Targeryen tradition meant that it was likely she would have to marry him to keep the bloodline pure. But if she couldn’t stand him as a brother, how was going to put up with him as a husband?
He stopped the car and she jumped out, not bothering to tell him goodbye. With one last dirty to look towards his sister’s ward’s family, Viserys sped off at breakneck speed, causing a girl in a Baratheon uniform to jump out of the way for dear life.
Dany still wasn’t certain how she felt about her brother. He was the only family she had, at least that she knew of. He was the only link to the past, to her family, her heritage and identity. But she was not as vengeful as him, she didn’t have the anger he had, or the desire to reclaim the throne. And she knew for a fact that the Starks had not one hurtful bone in their bodies. What they did for her, they did out of the goodness of their hearts.
“Hi Dany!” the youngest, Rickon, shouted as she walked by. Sansa turned from arguing with Arya and smiled at her. Arya and Bran waved at her. Jon and Robb were hidden behind sunglasses as usual, but she could feel them watching her. She waved back at them, the only people at this school so far that were nice to her. She hugged her book bag to her chest and walked up the step into the building.
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Robb Stark and his brother Jon Snow were in were in Dany’s Political History class, for which she thanked the gods, if they didn’t immediately volunteer to be her partner for the project on Nymeria Sand, she would be stuck with Joffrey Baratheon, which would be all sorts of torture. Joffrey was a lot like her brother. Both were arrogant princes who believed the world was theirs. They also liked to whisper threats to her and hurt her in small ways; Viserys pinched her nipples and arms while Joffrey’s pen was always stabbing at her ribs.
The septa that was in charge of their class asked them to split into groups. Joffrey, by some unlucky circumstance, was right next to her and he gave her a look that promised torture. But before he could move, Jon and Robb grabbed her from the other side and pulled her into their group. She looked back to see a big scowl on his face, cheeks as red as the Lannister tie he wore today emblazoned with a large lion.
“Not the most interesting subject to make a project from,” Jon muttered. She always loved his glossy black curls and his smile, which he always had for her. He was the closest thing she had ever seen to a stereotypical bad boy; he had a black leather jacket and a motorcycle. He had an edgy coolness about him, but he was also one of the nicest people Dany knew.
His brother Robb, on the other hand, was all that she had imagined a prince would be like. He had dark red hair and piercing blue eyes and he was a gentleman through and through. She liked how much he took care of his siblings. They both did. She wished sometimes she had a relationship like that with her brother.
“We’ll make it interesting,” Robb said now as both he and Jon looked at her expectantly, “Any ideas as to what to do, Dany?”
Dany shrugged, “We will need to do a written report, but I can draw a map to show the journey the people of Rhoynar took to Dorne. If we have enough time, we can get Sansa to help us with some period costumes. I can be Nymeria and you two can each wear items indicative of Dorne and the warriors there.”
“That’s why you always do well on projects, Dany,” Jon praised, “You always have great ideas.”
He didn’t give himself much credit. Part of the reason she was passing Westeros Geography was because he was helping her. She was really glad he and Jon were being so nice to her, or she would not be able to cope at this school.
She looked around to see Joffrey aiming one of his deadlier looks at her. She tried to ignore him, but his stare felt almost like a tangible thing, piercing through the side of her head.
Joffrey wasn’t stupid. He only had to look around to realise that the Baratheon uniform was by far the most common one in the entire school. He didn’t have to look very far to see it everywhere. And he knew what that meant.
He seethed as one had the gall to skip merrily past his field of vision, her ponytail bouncing till he wanted to cut it off. They were all threats to his throne, and having to go to school with all of them breathing down his neck everyday was slow torture. He couldn’t wait to get on the throne, to justify killing every last one of them. He could too; he knew every last one of their names.
Joff hated everyone at this school; the students, the septons, the classes. He looked over at the girl sitting next to him as she chatted to one of her friends. Sansa was pretty and popular enough, but she was just like the rest of her family; she thought the whole of Westeros was just as nice as sweet as she was. She thought he was nice and sweet, for gods’ sake! Joffrey knew they were loyal to his father, their father was beside his in the rebellion, yet he was the one to let her in.
The Targeryen was sitting with the rest of Sansa’s siblings, just like she belonged. Did they not see that she was a threat to him, being here, sitting in his classes, influencing his peers? She could lead them all to revolt just with those violet eyes alone.
“Did you hear me?”
He looked over at Sansa, “What?”
“I asked if you will be there with your parents when they come to visit my father. I would just love to show off the new dress I had made. You’ll love it.”
Joffrey supressed an eye roll. The girl was a dingbat. Why the hell would he care about a dress she had on, unless she was going to take it off? She did have a great body, and though he personally hadn’t gotten past over-the-clothes stuff with anyone, she was basically his already. It was perfectly alright for him to take a sample. It was the only thing she had said no to from him. That and putting tape over her mouth. (She laughed and said he must have been joking. He so wasn’t.)
“I guess,” Joffrey shrugged not really paying attention to her. Another set of Baratheons walked past the table with their lunches. They all had the same black hair. Gendry, that weird one from Armoury class, was wolfing down a pile of potatoes. They were everywhere, it was disgusting.
The Targeryen laughed at something those infernal Starks were saying.
Shit, he couldn’t wait for graduation.
“I’m going to get a Snickers bar. Do you want anything?” Sansa asked.
You with your legs open and your mouth shut. Or Gendry Waters’ head on a spike.
“Iced tea,” he grumbled.
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Sansa smiled at the lunch lady behind the counter as she grabbed two iced teas and a Snickers bar. She was about to grab tow straws when they were suddenly tucked into her hand. She turned to say thank you- and came face to face with a pink rose.
Loras Tyrell made all the girls in Sansa’s class swoon. Sansa was not one of them; she was totally devoted to Joffrey. But he was quite handsome, she had to admit.
She ignored the fluttering in her chest as his face broke out into a smile.
“Lovely afternoon, is it not?” Loras said in the way of making conversation.
“Quite lovely, yes,” she took the flower from him with a thankful smile. He walked beside her as she turned away from the counter. She didn’t know why he was doing this. Everyone knew she was intended to marry Joffrey, that he was her prince, and that she had eyes for no other. Even if they had the most interesting eyes…
“Sansa, this may be a bit for war but… I was wondering if you could be so kind as to accompany me to the End of Year Ball?”
She looked at him, wondering if he had sustained a head injury. She always went with Joffrey, ever since she could remember, to the End of Year Ball. She did not even think she could go with anyone else. There had to be a rule somewhere.
“No!” Sansa felt her cheeks get hot. Her eyes swivelled to where Joffrey sat and saw him straight ahead. At least he wasn’t seeing this. She couldn’t be here. Just talking to Loras right now was like cheating, “I’m already going with Joffrey. You know that!”
“No I didn’t. I had no idea he had asked anyone.”
Now her cheeks got really hot, “He doesn’t have to ask. I’m betrothed to him. I always go with him. That means I can’t go with you.”
Loras laughed, “Betrothed doesn’t mean married, Sansa. We’re still in school. You won’t marry him for now. You can have a little fun. “
“I can’t go with you,” Sansa pushed the flower back on him. It fell to the ground as he didn’t take it. She ran back to Joffrey almost bumping into a tiny Frey.
When she reached her beloved’s side, she saw he was still quite distracted. Now his eyes were piercing the back of her brother’s skull. When he got like this, there was no talking to him, so Sansa left his iced tea on the table
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Dany fixed her skirt in the bathroom mirror, reached into her bag and took out her brush. The lavender eye makeup she had brushed over her eyes this morning was holding up. She took the brush and tidied up the fly-aways, then considered grabbing it up in a ponytail. She wondered if Robb would like her in a ponytail, or maybe Jon would give her one of those smiles…
Crap. So this is what a crush felt like. This gnawing feeling in her tummy whenever the person you liked was near. But she was getting it double. How was that fair?
She swept her hair up, looked at the result, then dropped it with a defeated sigh. If they didn’t notice her when she was at their house every other weekend, walking their direwolves and sitting across from them at dinner, then they wouldn’t notice her just because she put her hair up. If she had some female friends, she would ask them what to do in a situation like this. She had Sansa, who was in her age group at least, but she wasn’t so stupid to ask the sister of the two guys she had a crush on for advice.
Dany gave the mirror a frown then spun around to leave the bathroom. She swung the door open and stepped out.
At the same time the door opposite swung open and Joffrey stepped in to the hallway.
They stared at each other for what felt like eternity. Dany felt like one of them should make some sort of move. The hallway was empty and everything was so quiet she wondered for a second if everyone had gone home early. Then Joffrey’s face went from surprise to spite.
“You little shit.”
Dany actually gasped. She realised this was the first time they had actually met anywhere in school without witnesses. He must have been waiting to tell her how he really felt for a long time. Dany watched him walk forward.
“You think just because they let you come to this school you’re anybody? You watch, when I become Head Boy, I’m’ going to…”
“You’re going to let them chase me out? Then do it! I don’t care!” she yelled. She had no idea where that came from. She was never confrontational. Most of the time she took his jabs and stabs without saying anything. But now, his cowardice just pissed her off. He couldn’t face her like a man. Well, now she was going to face him like a woman.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Targeryen!” he roared, “My father should have killed you when he had the chance!”
He grabbed her hand, pushed it over her head and slammed her into the hallway wall. She squeaked and tried to break free. Their legs got tangled in the struggle.
Dany felt his hand on her thigh and instinctively kicked out. His body was on hers, making her want to puke. She didn’t think he realised what he was doing; his face looked so murderous; he really did look like he was about to kill her. She kicked him again and he hit her hard across the face.
“You’re just here to show me up, make everybody love you, so you can take my throne away from me,” he said through gritted teeth. He pushed his body into hers painfully, one of his hands going to her throat. Dany felt tears spring to her eyes. She’d had enough of this at home with Viserys.
She’d had enough. It was time to fight back.
With all her strength, she pushed him off of her. She grabbed his arm and twisted it, slamming him into the wall head first a couple of times.
“Ow! Stop it! That hurt!” he whined. Dany slammed him into the wall once more for good measure.
“You see how that feels?” she yelled at him, “Doesn’t feel good, does it?”
“Ow! Ow, you effing lunatic! I am your prince, the heir to the throne! Ow! You unhand me this instant!”
“You’ll never be my prince, Joffrey Baratheon! I may never rule this kingdom, but there is one sure thing. You will never have any rule over me!”
“Young lady, what are you doing?”
Daenerys dropped Joffrey to the ground with a heavy thud. The Septon’s mouth was hanging open.
“Both of you to my office now!”
Joffrey gave her a dirty look as he crawled past her towards the Septon’s office. The Septon was looking so she couldn’t kick him with her boot.
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Joffrey wasn’t surprised that his parents couldn’t come to the meeting with the septon. After all, they were the king and queen of the Seven Kingdoms. What he didn’t expect was for the Targaryen to not have anybody come for her. He heard them trying to ring her brother, but he didn’t answer his home phone and the number she gave for the neighbour didn’t help. She didn’t have anyone.
He would have felt smug if he wasn’t stuck with Sandor Clegane and therefore in the very same situation.
The Hound walked into the school building with an echoing of his heavy feet, scaring a clique of ‘Baratheon’ girls out of their wits. Serve them right. He walked past Joffrey and the girl, who were sitting across from each other on benches in the hall trying not to look each other’s way. He was in the office for about ten minutes when the Stark parents came around the corner. They stopped to look the Targaryen girl over before going into the office. Joffrey ignored the pain that twisted his insides at the sight of them doing that. She was getting people to her side, even his father’s allies.
The guardians (if they could be called that) came out of the office and sat beside their respective kid. The Hound did not say a word to him, but Joffrey could hear Catelyn Stark cooing and Ned Stark scolding and when he glanced over, he saw that they had put her between them in a protective cocoon.
Finally the septon came out, looking quite bothered.
“Well,” he huffed, “I have been successfully convinced by your guardians that at this point, the best thing would be if you both apologize. Luckily for you, the academy would not like it advertised that the Crown Prince was in a school fight, and after the trouble the Starks had to go through to get you here, Lady Targaryen, I am rather appalled at the way you have treated their generosity. Let me just point out that this should be a proper apology; any funny stuff and you both will be suspended.”
Joffrey felt his stomach churn. He was not going to apologize; she was here to sabotage him. Why couldn’t anyone see that? Her violet eyes turned on him and he gave her the look he would give had he a knife in his hand to follow it up with a nice stab to her stomach. He hated the way her eyes darting between him and the septon, violet depths watery with feigned innocence. His head was still throbbing, dammit.
She opened her mouth.
“I’m sorry!” he blurted, trying not to smirk at beating her to it. She frowned, taken off guard. Hah! He knew it was petty, but he finally won something over her.
She cleared her throat before saying, “I’m sorry,” with barely a whisper.
“Good,” the septor seemed satisfied, “Your guardians will take you home for the rest of the day and I hope when you come back tomorrow, you would have thought over what you have done.
Joffrey spun away from her and followed the Hound to the parking lot. He would think over what he had done alright. Next time, he will make sure it goes exactly his way.
They climbed into the Hounds monster of a car, which sported a grill like a battering ram, actual spikes on the wheel and an overall look of a killing machine. He climbed up into the passenger seat, spotting his book bag on the seat. It was nice of his little dog to fetch it for him.
They drove past the Starks in front of their silver luxury car. Ned Stark walked up to the car, and for some reason, Sandor Clegane slowed to a stop. Joffrey looked away from his father’s best friend. He was a traitor, as far as Joffrey was concerned.
The Hound nodded in greeting. Ned Stark did the same.
“The king and queen don’t need to hear about this,” he all but commanded, and Joffrey was about to protest that traitors such as he had no right to order around his dog, but he thought better for it. Crown Prince or no, his father did occasionally still whip him, and his uncle Tyrion had a wicked slap. On the point of not telling his parents he was in full agreement. So he kept silent.
Sandor Clegane nodded, changed gear noisily and drove off.
Joffrey suddenly had the urge to explain his behaviour, which was out of the ordinary.
“She has it out for me, that Targaryen. She has it out for me, I tell you.”
“So you had her beat you up?” said Sandor bluntly.
Joffrey shut up after that.
If you’re confused about the timeline, don’t worry, it’s an Anachronism Stew, and intentional.
o Title: Dangerous Times at Westeros Crown High
o Author: happy_overdose
o Pairings: Robb/Dany/Jon, Joffrey/Dany (abusive), Joffrey/Sansa (one sided), Loras/Sansa, Dany/Viserys (abusive). This story is really not overly cute or sweet.
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Daenarys
wondered if her brother knew how much she hated when he dropped her off to school. He always had the same speech for her, the same crap about how much she was superior to all her classmates, born of the rightful rulers of Westeros, a queen. Dany knew that well enough, but the premise that that her classmates were all her mortal enemies when in reality they were more concerned about passing Math was kind of nuts. She tried to ignore her brother by turning up the radio in his red Ferrari, but he turned it back down to continue his rant.
“One day this land will be ours, and they will all bow down to us. This is your opportunity to learn their weaknesses, Dany. We can always use it against them, then we will rule in absolute once I have my rebellion. Never forget that they are your enemies, dear sister.”
Dany fixed her eyes on the trees outside the car window. They lined the driveway of the prestigious Westeros Crown Academy. Her school had as its students the children of the various noble houses of Westeros. The only way to get in was to be from a noble family or to be a ward of one of these families.
Dany was only able to go to school on a technicality. As long as the Usurper Robert Baratheon was on the throne, she and her brother were in exile. The school, however, was on neutral ground, something that all of the houses strove to maintain. This was a clear advantage for everyone; it ensured that through any political changes that occurred in their land, their children would be safe. At least that was the theory. It did not always work in execution. Dany had learned of assassination plots, poisonings, brawls and duels to the death that had occurred in the school’s past. She put her head down as they drove past two girls in blue Arryn uniforms. She didn’t really know anybody, being the new girl, but they all seemed to know her, from the looks they gave her. She was the only girl in school in a red and black uniform, the crest detailing a three headed dragon. The only one with violet eyes and white blonde hair. The Targeryen.
As they drove into the main courtyard, she saw a band of people disembarking from a huge caravan, all with red or black hair. The Starks were early for school today. Sometimes she would get to school before them, especially if Jorah was taking her, and she would take a moment to watch them tumble from the car and scramble into the school. The two girls would be arguing, the two younger boys would be trying to get away from their mother, who was normally brandishing a comb, and the two eldest boys would look like the embodiment of cool, usually from behind Aviators. Sansa would sometimes wear her Tully red and blue uniform, but most of the time they were all matching in their Stark grey and white uniform. Today was one of those days.
Dany knew that the only reason she was allowed to come to the school was because their father Eddard Stark had petitioned for her. In the end, he had to claim her as a ward. So now, Dany had to go to Winterfell every other weekend. She didn’t mind it; it was much better than staying at Viserys’ apartment and hiding when he had company. The Starks had a lot of space. She had her own room there instead of a bed that folded up into the wall. It was really cold there, but the mansion was near a series of hot springs that kept the whole place warm and toasty. The Stark children were also really nice to her too.
This happenstance left a bad taste in her brother’s mouth, however. His hatred for the Starks increased exponentially with every kindness they showed his sister.
“Look at the lot of them,” Viserys sneered, “Them and their damn nobility. Gods know what they think they’ll get by getting in our good graces. When I reclaim my throne, I’ll have every last one of their heads on stakes. “
Dany fought the urge to react outwardly, but inside her heart squeezed with pain. She couldn’t believe he could be so hurtful. She knew that Targeryen tradition meant that it was likely she would have to marry him to keep the bloodline pure. But if she couldn’t stand him as a brother, how was going to put up with him as a husband?
He stopped the car and she jumped out, not bothering to tell him goodbye. With one last dirty to look towards his sister’s ward’s family, Viserys sped off at breakneck speed, causing a girl in a Baratheon uniform to jump out of the way for dear life.
Dany still wasn’t certain how she felt about her brother. He was the only family she had, at least that she knew of. He was the only link to the past, to her family, her heritage and identity. But she was not as vengeful as him, she didn’t have the anger he had, or the desire to reclaim the throne. And she knew for a fact that the Starks had not one hurtful bone in their bodies. What they did for her, they did out of the goodness of their hearts.
“Hi Dany!” the youngest, Rickon, shouted as she walked by. Sansa turned from arguing with Arya and smiled at her. Arya and Bran waved at her. Jon and Robb were hidden behind sunglasses as usual, but she could feel them watching her. She waved back at them, the only people at this school so far that were nice to her. She hugged her book bag to her chest and walked up the step into the building.
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Robb Stark and his brother Jon Snow were in were in Dany’s Political History class, for which she thanked the gods, if they didn’t immediately volunteer to be her partner for the project on Nymeria Sand, she would be stuck with Joffrey Baratheon, which would be all sorts of torture. Joffrey was a lot like her brother. Both were arrogant princes who believed the world was theirs. They also liked to whisper threats to her and hurt her in small ways; Viserys pinched her nipples and arms while Joffrey’s pen was always stabbing at her ribs.
The septa that was in charge of their class asked them to split into groups. Joffrey, by some unlucky circumstance, was right next to her and he gave her a look that promised torture. But before he could move, Jon and Robb grabbed her from the other side and pulled her into their group. She looked back to see a big scowl on his face, cheeks as red as the Lannister tie he wore today emblazoned with a large lion.
“Not the most interesting subject to make a project from,” Jon muttered. She always loved his glossy black curls and his smile, which he always had for her. He was the closest thing she had ever seen to a stereotypical bad boy; he had a black leather jacket and a motorcycle. He had an edgy coolness about him, but he was also one of the nicest people Dany knew.
His brother Robb, on the other hand, was all that she had imagined a prince would be like. He had dark red hair and piercing blue eyes and he was a gentleman through and through. She liked how much he took care of his siblings. They both did. She wished sometimes she had a relationship like that with her brother.
“We’ll make it interesting,” Robb said now as both he and Jon looked at her expectantly, “Any ideas as to what to do, Dany?”
Dany shrugged, “We will need to do a written report, but I can draw a map to show the journey the people of Rhoynar took to Dorne. If we have enough time, we can get Sansa to help us with some period costumes. I can be Nymeria and you two can each wear items indicative of Dorne and the warriors there.”
“That’s why you always do well on projects, Dany,” Jon praised, “You always have great ideas.”
He didn’t give himself much credit. Part of the reason she was passing Westeros Geography was because he was helping her. She was really glad he and Jon were being so nice to her, or she would not be able to cope at this school.
She looked around to see Joffrey aiming one of his deadlier looks at her. She tried to ignore him, but his stare felt almost like a tangible thing, piercing through the side of her head.
Joffrey wasn’t stupid. He only had to look around to realise that the Baratheon uniform was by far the most common one in the entire school. He didn’t have to look very far to see it everywhere. And he knew what that meant.
He seethed as one had the gall to skip merrily past his field of vision, her ponytail bouncing till he wanted to cut it off. They were all threats to his throne, and having to go to school with all of them breathing down his neck everyday was slow torture. He couldn’t wait to get on the throne, to justify killing every last one of them. He could too; he knew every last one of their names.
Joff hated everyone at this school; the students, the septons, the classes. He looked over at the girl sitting next to him as she chatted to one of her friends. Sansa was pretty and popular enough, but she was just like the rest of her family; she thought the whole of Westeros was just as nice as sweet as she was. She thought he was nice and sweet, for gods’ sake! Joffrey knew they were loyal to his father, their father was beside his in the rebellion, yet he was the one to let her in.
The Targeryen was sitting with the rest of Sansa’s siblings, just like she belonged. Did they not see that she was a threat to him, being here, sitting in his classes, influencing his peers? She could lead them all to revolt just with those violet eyes alone.
“Did you hear me?”
He looked over at Sansa, “What?”
“I asked if you will be there with your parents when they come to visit my father. I would just love to show off the new dress I had made. You’ll love it.”
Joffrey supressed an eye roll. The girl was a dingbat. Why the hell would he care about a dress she had on, unless she was going to take it off? She did have a great body, and though he personally hadn’t gotten past over-the-clothes stuff with anyone, she was basically his already. It was perfectly alright for him to take a sample. It was the only thing she had said no to from him. That and putting tape over her mouth. (She laughed and said he must have been joking. He so wasn’t.)
“I guess,” Joffrey shrugged not really paying attention to her. Another set of Baratheons walked past the table with their lunches. They all had the same black hair. Gendry, that weird one from Armoury class, was wolfing down a pile of potatoes. They were everywhere, it was disgusting.
The Targeryen laughed at something those infernal Starks were saying.
Shit, he couldn’t wait for graduation.
“I’m going to get a Snickers bar. Do you want anything?” Sansa asked.
You with your legs open and your mouth shut. Or Gendry Waters’ head on a spike.
“Iced tea,” he grumbled.
…
Sansa smiled at the lunch lady behind the counter as she grabbed two iced teas and a Snickers bar. She was about to grab tow straws when they were suddenly tucked into her hand. She turned to say thank you- and came face to face with a pink rose.
Loras Tyrell made all the girls in Sansa’s class swoon. Sansa was not one of them; she was totally devoted to Joffrey. But he was quite handsome, she had to admit.
She ignored the fluttering in her chest as his face broke out into a smile.
“Lovely afternoon, is it not?” Loras said in the way of making conversation.
“Quite lovely, yes,” she took the flower from him with a thankful smile. He walked beside her as she turned away from the counter. She didn’t know why he was doing this. Everyone knew she was intended to marry Joffrey, that he was her prince, and that she had eyes for no other. Even if they had the most interesting eyes…
“Sansa, this may be a bit for war but… I was wondering if you could be so kind as to accompany me to the End of Year Ball?”
She looked at him, wondering if he had sustained a head injury. She always went with Joffrey, ever since she could remember, to the End of Year Ball. She did not even think she could go with anyone else. There had to be a rule somewhere.
“No!” Sansa felt her cheeks get hot. Her eyes swivelled to where Joffrey sat and saw him straight ahead. At least he wasn’t seeing this. She couldn’t be here. Just talking to Loras right now was like cheating, “I’m already going with Joffrey. You know that!”
“No I didn’t. I had no idea he had asked anyone.”
Now her cheeks got really hot, “He doesn’t have to ask. I’m betrothed to him. I always go with him. That means I can’t go with you.”
Loras laughed, “Betrothed doesn’t mean married, Sansa. We’re still in school. You won’t marry him for now. You can have a little fun. “
“I can’t go with you,” Sansa pushed the flower back on him. It fell to the ground as he didn’t take it. She ran back to Joffrey almost bumping into a tiny Frey.
When she reached her beloved’s side, she saw he was still quite distracted. Now his eyes were piercing the back of her brother’s skull. When he got like this, there was no talking to him, so Sansa left his iced tea on the table
…
Dany fixed her skirt in the bathroom mirror, reached into her bag and took out her brush. The lavender eye makeup she had brushed over her eyes this morning was holding up. She took the brush and tidied up the fly-aways, then considered grabbing it up in a ponytail. She wondered if Robb would like her in a ponytail, or maybe Jon would give her one of those smiles…
Crap. So this is what a crush felt like. This gnawing feeling in her tummy whenever the person you liked was near. But she was getting it double. How was that fair?
She swept her hair up, looked at the result, then dropped it with a defeated sigh. If they didn’t notice her when she was at their house every other weekend, walking their direwolves and sitting across from them at dinner, then they wouldn’t notice her just because she put her hair up. If she had some female friends, she would ask them what to do in a situation like this. She had Sansa, who was in her age group at least, but she wasn’t so stupid to ask the sister of the two guys she had a crush on for advice.
Dany gave the mirror a frown then spun around to leave the bathroom. She swung the door open and stepped out.
At the same time the door opposite swung open and Joffrey stepped in to the hallway.
They stared at each other for what felt like eternity. Dany felt like one of them should make some sort of move. The hallway was empty and everything was so quiet she wondered for a second if everyone had gone home early. Then Joffrey’s face went from surprise to spite.
“You little shit.”
Dany actually gasped. She realised this was the first time they had actually met anywhere in school without witnesses. He must have been waiting to tell her how he really felt for a long time. Dany watched him walk forward.
“You think just because they let you come to this school you’re anybody? You watch, when I become Head Boy, I’m’ going to…”
“You’re going to let them chase me out? Then do it! I don’t care!” she yelled. She had no idea where that came from. She was never confrontational. Most of the time she took his jabs and stabs without saying anything. But now, his cowardice just pissed her off. He couldn’t face her like a man. Well, now she was going to face him like a woman.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Targeryen!” he roared, “My father should have killed you when he had the chance!”
He grabbed her hand, pushed it over her head and slammed her into the hallway wall. She squeaked and tried to break free. Their legs got tangled in the struggle.
Dany felt his hand on her thigh and instinctively kicked out. His body was on hers, making her want to puke. She didn’t think he realised what he was doing; his face looked so murderous; he really did look like he was about to kill her. She kicked him again and he hit her hard across the face.
“You’re just here to show me up, make everybody love you, so you can take my throne away from me,” he said through gritted teeth. He pushed his body into hers painfully, one of his hands going to her throat. Dany felt tears spring to her eyes. She’d had enough of this at home with Viserys.
She’d had enough. It was time to fight back.
With all her strength, she pushed him off of her. She grabbed his arm and twisted it, slamming him into the wall head first a couple of times.
“Ow! Stop it! That hurt!” he whined. Dany slammed him into the wall once more for good measure.
“You see how that feels?” she yelled at him, “Doesn’t feel good, does it?”
“Ow! Ow, you effing lunatic! I am your prince, the heir to the throne! Ow! You unhand me this instant!”
“You’ll never be my prince, Joffrey Baratheon! I may never rule this kingdom, but there is one sure thing. You will never have any rule over me!”
“Young lady, what are you doing?”
Daenerys dropped Joffrey to the ground with a heavy thud. The Septon’s mouth was hanging open.
“Both of you to my office now!”
Joffrey gave her a dirty look as he crawled past her towards the Septon’s office. The Septon was looking so she couldn’t kick him with her boot.
.
Joffrey wasn’t surprised that his parents couldn’t come to the meeting with the septon. After all, they were the king and queen of the Seven Kingdoms. What he didn’t expect was for the Targaryen to not have anybody come for her. He heard them trying to ring her brother, but he didn’t answer his home phone and the number she gave for the neighbour didn’t help. She didn’t have anyone.
He would have felt smug if he wasn’t stuck with Sandor Clegane and therefore in the very same situation.
The Hound walked into the school building with an echoing of his heavy feet, scaring a clique of ‘Baratheon’ girls out of their wits. Serve them right. He walked past Joffrey and the girl, who were sitting across from each other on benches in the hall trying not to look each other’s way. He was in the office for about ten minutes when the Stark parents came around the corner. They stopped to look the Targaryen girl over before going into the office. Joffrey ignored the pain that twisted his insides at the sight of them doing that. She was getting people to her side, even his father’s allies.
The guardians (if they could be called that) came out of the office and sat beside their respective kid. The Hound did not say a word to him, but Joffrey could hear Catelyn Stark cooing and Ned Stark scolding and when he glanced over, he saw that they had put her between them in a protective cocoon.
Finally the septon came out, looking quite bothered.
“Well,” he huffed, “I have been successfully convinced by your guardians that at this point, the best thing would be if you both apologize. Luckily for you, the academy would not like it advertised that the Crown Prince was in a school fight, and after the trouble the Starks had to go through to get you here, Lady Targaryen, I am rather appalled at the way you have treated their generosity. Let me just point out that this should be a proper apology; any funny stuff and you both will be suspended.”
Joffrey felt his stomach churn. He was not going to apologize; she was here to sabotage him. Why couldn’t anyone see that? Her violet eyes turned on him and he gave her the look he would give had he a knife in his hand to follow it up with a nice stab to her stomach. He hated the way her eyes darting between him and the septon, violet depths watery with feigned innocence. His head was still throbbing, dammit.
She opened her mouth.
“I’m sorry!” he blurted, trying not to smirk at beating her to it. She frowned, taken off guard. Hah! He knew it was petty, but he finally won something over her.
She cleared her throat before saying, “I’m sorry,” with barely a whisper.
“Good,” the septor seemed satisfied, “Your guardians will take you home for the rest of the day and I hope when you come back tomorrow, you would have thought over what you have done.
Joffrey spun away from her and followed the Hound to the parking lot. He would think over what he had done alright. Next time, he will make sure it goes exactly his way.
They climbed into the Hounds monster of a car, which sported a grill like a battering ram, actual spikes on the wheel and an overall look of a killing machine. He climbed up into the passenger seat, spotting his book bag on the seat. It was nice of his little dog to fetch it for him.
They drove past the Starks in front of their silver luxury car. Ned Stark walked up to the car, and for some reason, Sandor Clegane slowed to a stop. Joffrey looked away from his father’s best friend. He was a traitor, as far as Joffrey was concerned.
The Hound nodded in greeting. Ned Stark did the same.
“The king and queen don’t need to hear about this,” he all but commanded, and Joffrey was about to protest that traitors such as he had no right to order around his dog, but he thought better for it. Crown Prince or no, his father did occasionally still whip him, and his uncle Tyrion had a wicked slap. On the point of not telling his parents he was in full agreement. So he kept silent.
Sandor Clegane nodded, changed gear noisily and drove off.
Joffrey suddenly had the urge to explain his behaviour, which was out of the ordinary.
“She has it out for me, that Targaryen. She has it out for me, I tell you.”
“So you had her beat you up?” said Sandor bluntly.
Joffrey shut up after that.