Falling / Bran Stark

1. Odetta

Odetta Clegane was so excited to be joining her big brother on their journey north to winterfell.  Sandor was less excited.

" this is gonna be great!" Odetta exclaimed.

" tell me that in a Fortnight when we're sleeping on the forest floor every day and you miss your nice comfy bed." Sandor corrected.

" I don't mind." she assured. " I heard the Starks have kids kids, my age. I can hang out with them all the time. Not just the prince and princess. I'll make the best of friends!" Odetta decided.

"That you will." Sandor agreed.

His baby sister, unlike himself, and their older brother gregor could get along with anyone. She had a sweet smile and a sweet personality to go with it. But she wasn't a proper lady. Sandor made sure of that. She knew how to fight she trained every day. She even trained with the kings guard. They laughed when she first started training with them, but considering sandor was almost 20 years older than his baby sister, he had a bit of sway. That, and the fact people were scared of him, and they hated him. It was fine since he didn't like anyone besides his little sister.

When Sandor was requested to be the guard for the new prince Joffrey, he was annoyed. His mother had just had a little baby girl. He was excited to have another sibling, considering his older brother was a douche bag and a constant cunt.

People fuck up, but family was supposed to be forever. That was the whole point of family, right? But not gregor. He was a monster. Sandor was glad to get a do over sibling. And a little girl. She was teeny tiny like a peanut. Their mother was a slim small women compared to the father, who was large and beefy much like Gregor.

Sandor didn't want to leave his baby sister. Not for the Royals. But when their mother died, their father had no use for a little girl. Sandor being the dutiful, big brother, brought Odetta with to the capital. She held tight to his pant leg as they walked the halls. 

Joffrey didn't like a Odetta, but he didn't like anyone. Odetta chased after sandor. He wasnt just her brother but he became her father and mother and whole wide world.

"One day im going to take down the king slayer." Odetta had said and sandor chuckled looking to his little odie.

"I hope you do." Sandor had agreed.

Now as they made their way to winterfell Odetta, she still wanted to train. She wanted to be the best.

"Eyes on me Odie." Sandor instructed. She lifted her twig of a blade one that gregor often threatened to snap in half but she loved it. Sandor had got it for her. She treasured it. Meanwhile Bran was failing at hitting a target.

Bran grumbled as he loaded a new one. He heard his brother chuckling. He shot them a warning glare but it wasnt threatening. Jon encouraged Bran to try again and he aimed his arm shaking as he pulled back he let the arrow soar and it flopped dirtting the dirt beside the target.

"Which one of you was a marksman at ten?" Ned called from above as his boys laughed out.

"Odetta." Tommen said smiling back at her.

"Hello Tommy." Odetta answered spinning around. She put her blade down so as not to hurt him. The princes were not well trained. Sandor assured odetta that she was better than Joffrey by miles.

Sandor didnt like Tommens little crush on his sister. Odetta didnt see it, she thought Tommen was sweet but he was very much a child. She was ten after all, ten and a half! TOmmen was only seven, he was basically a baby. 

"I heard the princess is coming with, find Bran a girlfriend." Theon mused. Bran rolled his eyes. If he wasnt climbing a wall nothing else really caught his attention besides the next brick to hold onto. 

"You joining us for breaking fast before we head off?" TOmmen questioned. 

"I'm not allowed to eat with you Tommy." Odetta reminded him. "I'm not a princess."

"Certainly pretty enough." TOmmen countered smiling up at her. Odetta put a hand on his shoulder. 

"Thank you Tommen. But go on your mother will be looking for you." Odetta instructed. 

"You can ride in the carriage with me today." Tommen assured. 

"I like riding with my brother. Thank you for the offer though." Odetta said with elegance. That was something she had gotten used to. How to be poliet, something her brothers lacked. But growing up in the castle, following her brother around, she picked up a thing or two. Like a woman must know how to curtsy or else she would be ridiculed for her entire existence. Odetta learned to curtsy, Sandor laughed when he saw her practicing. She claimed she didnt want to make him look a fool but not knowing. Sandor assured her, he didnt care if she could sip tea with her pinky out, stitch a stupid flower, or curtsy. As long as she knew how to throw a punch and protect her little self. 

"You know the little prince likes you." Sandor remarked. 

"I'm not interested in boys." Odetta assured. "Lets get back to work."