39. Thrones

                                    

                                          

"Where is Draco?" Arya questioned. 
"You can't get enough of him?" Jon mused. 
"Where is he? Have you seen him?" Arya demanded. 
"Yeah, I saw him," Jon agreed. 
"Where?" 
"Silver hair, violet eyes, yeah high-" he lifted a hand indicating Draco's height and Arya swatted a hand at him. 
"YOu have been spending to much time with Davina." Arya decided. "Thats a davina answer." 
"Oh you meant recently." Jon teased. Arya grumbled marching off. 
"Fetch!" Nora declared and Ghost took off after the ball. He bound after it and came back dropping a slobbery ball at her feet. "Good boy!" Nora picked it up, slippery through her fingers. "Get it!" Nora threw it again, again Ghost caught and broke the ball, popping it in his sharp fangs, running back to her. Nymeria came running up barreling into Ghost. 
 "Dont." Tywin begged kneading the bridge of his nose. "Davina-"
"I love him and we shall wed, come on, you like Jon." Davina corrected as Nora threw another ball for Ghost. 
"I tolerate Jon." Tywin corrected. "He is a ba-"
"Dont you dare say it or I will tell mum and she will whip your ass." Davina corrected. 
"Sevens." Tywin muttered. 
"Mum is still trying to find Tyrion." Davina remarked. "And she would agree with me and technically Jon is a prince, not a bastard."
"And if you want to get really technical his name isnt even Jon." Tywin sassed and Davina rolled her eyes. 
"Lord Tywin, have you seen your son?" Arya questioned. 
"Which one?" Tywin questioned before seeing it was Arya. "I dont know where Draco is. I can only deal with one child at a time today apparently. At least my Nora is a good girl." 
"I'm great!" Davina corrected. "Arya tell my father how great Jon is."
"He's okay." Arya mused. 
"Arya come on, help a girl out, he's your brother." Davina reminded her. 
"Yeah and I'm looking for your brother." Arya sassed. Davina spun around pointing back at Tyon. "Wrong brother." 
"I know." Davina agreed with a cheeky grin. 
"Sending Joffrey to the wall was the best decision anyone could have ever made in the history of the universe." Kelsea decided as she walked with Sansa. 
"He is rather awful." Sansa admitted and Kelseas jaw dropped. 
"Little miss JOffrey is the love of my life?" kelsea countered. "Finally sees he is a monster?"
"He was awful to you, to me, to everyone." Sansa remarked. "I'm sorry I didnt see it before, I was clouded by wanting to be a queen." 
"Happens to the best of us." Kelsea assured. 
"Really?" 
"No." Kelsea admitted. "I hated him since birth." 
"Joffrey was awful, I dont know what sansa was thinking." Arya agreed. "Also, hey speaking of not awful guys, where is-"
"Ladies." Tyon purred as he passed and Sansa's gaze followed him. 
"Gross, thats my brother."
"I didnt say anything." Sansa corrected. 
"But you were thinking the nasty with my brother." Kelsea corrected. Sansa blushed. "GROSS! You totally were!" 
"He's so handsome!" Sansa declared. "And he's sweet, he's nothing like Joffrey."
"Well thats true." Kelsea agreed. 
"Sansa used to be really awful and now shes still awful." Arya remarked honestly. 
"ARYA!" Sansa shouted back. 
"DRACO!" Arya begged. "Help me I'm surrounded by crazies!" 
''Sandor, tell me you are better than Barristan.'' Avalon teased. 
''Looking for Draco?" Sandor pondered. Avalon nodded. "He's in the throne room your grace.'' Sandor informed her
''Oh Sandor I could kiss you.'' Avalon declared and Sandor chuckled a slight blush rising on his cheek. ''I wont because I'm short and can't reach your cheek when I'm not in heels but know that I could because I'm very happy.'' She pushed open the throne room doors only to see Draco perched on the throne. She couldnt help but think he looked like Tywin up there.
''Draco!''
''Hello mama.'' Draco called down.
''Hi baby...'' Avalon replied getting closer.
''What do you think?'' Draco asked adjusting in the chair.
''What are you doing up there? ''
''I'm testing it out.'' Draco told her honestly.
''Yeah? Well you look very good up there.'' Avalon informed him
''I do don't I?'' Draco agreed. "You think Arya will think so too?"
"I think that girl is smitten with you." Avalon agreed. ''You are not planning to kill me are you?' Avalon teased as Draco got comfortable. 
''No.'' Draco answered quickly. ''Just testing it.'' Avalon gave a low hum as she sat down next to him. "Could I ever be king one day?" 
"Never say never..."
"Just unlikely." Draco realized. 
"I love you," Avalon pressed a kiss to his forehead. 
"There you are!" Arya declared. Draco straightened on the throne. He posed for her. "I have been looking everywhere for you!" 
"You have?" Draco questioned happily. 
"Duh, you are my person, I need my person." Arya agreed marching up the steps. 
"You are my person" Draco agreed as she sat down in his lap. 
"You look good up here." Arya remarked. "But I bet I look better." She remarked bluntly. Avalon brought a hand to her heart smiling back at them. They were certainly the cutest. 
"I will make you my queen." Draco agreed kissing her cheek. 
"I dont want to be queen." Arya corrected. "But I like the power before it, this throne is really cool. Like a million swords." 
"A waste of perfectly good weapons." Draco pondered. 
"Definitely." Arya agreed. "WOuldnt it be cool to be able to wield one?" Arya touched the arm of the throne.
"We could try and pry one free." Draco suggested. "Syrio would be really impressed with us." He decided. 
"No!" Avalon corrected. "Thats dangerous, these swords were welded together, dont try to pull any of them free, you will lose your arm pulling one free." 
Avalon could see Arya and Draco still debating it. 
"No! I said no, I'm in charge remember?" Avalon reminded them. "You can play on the throne but you can not take swords from it."
"It's not playing mum, we are not babies." Draco countered. "We are practicing." 
"Davina is in line before you." Arya reminded him. "And with how badly she wants Jon she is going to have lots of kids. You are never getting this throne." 
"Well thats okay." Draco admitted with a shrug as he locked his arms around her, kissing Arya's cheek. "I already got the best prize of all."