Odetta Clegane was falling for the boy of her dreams. Should they stop falling? There is always a crash after the fall.
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"Why is it so easy to break the rules after dark?"
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Odetta felt like thats all Sandor said since they left for winterfell. It's like he knew her too well.
"This is my wolf, summer is his name." Bran remarked.
"He's beautiful." Odetta answered stroking his soft fur.
"He's a good pup, smart too, listens to me." Bran remarked.
"Does he?"
"Yeah..." Bran agreed softly. "I'm a leader, I trained him special... we all trained our pups but Rickons doesnt really listen yet." he added nodding to Rickon and Shaggy dog, as the pup knocked Rickon over with a heavy thud into the snow bank.
"Summer is a sweetie, you know I had dogs, hounds in the kennels back home." Odetta remarked.
"Casterly rock, right? Thats where Clegane keep is." Bran recalled.
"Yeah, thats right." She agreed. "But you make it sound fancy," Odetta giggled back. "It's nothing like this place, just a little home, and our kennel with the hounds. But i actually live in the capital right now with my brother Sandor and... my other brother, Gregor."
"Whats the capital like? Do you know all the guards? I know all the kings guards that ever were. I want to be knight one day." He added happily.
"Not kings guard right?" Odetta countered.
"Why?" Bran questioned.
"Because they can't get married and that red head already said you wanted to marry me." Odetta reminded him sweetly. Bran giggled, giddy, he was falling in love just like that.
"Odie," Sandor barked, her head snapped around.
"What?" She whined.
"Dont give me attitude." Sandor corrected. "Grab your bag." Odetta put on her best smile as she turned back to Bran.
"Excuse me a moment, dont go anywhere!" Odetta added before running off. "You are ruining the moment," She grumbled up at her brother. Sandor shoved her bag at her.
"You are not some spoiled brat, you carry your bags." Sandor reminded her.
"I know that but you have awful timing!" Odetta continued to grumble.
"What did I say about too young for boys?"
"I wasnt listening." Odetta countered as she marched off. She certainly had the Clegane attitude. Sandor rolled his eyes as he followed after her. "I'm not a baby we dont have to share a room."
"yet here we are."
"You really think I'm going to get in trouble? Sneak a boy into my chambers? Kiss his handsome face? Somehow end up pregnant however women do that and-"
"Stop talking." Sandor begged. "However women do that?" Sandor added after a moment and he chuckled, deep in his throat.
"I'm ten, the most scandalous thing I would do is kiss him and then again maybe not, I'm still not convinced boys dont have cooties." Odetta assured.
"This is how I keep my eye on you nugget." Sandor corrected. She stuck her tongue out at him as she dropped her bag down.
"Now can I go back and play with Bran?"
"Yes." Sandor agreed. "Thank you." she added jumping up and kissing him before she headed off.
"I'm going to impress Odetta." Bran decided. The feast was being prepared and most of the royal family was hiding inside scared of the colder weather but not Odetta and Sandor.
An arrow went flying at the target and they boys turned to see where it came from. Bran still held up his bow ready to shoot.
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Odetta smiled back at them giving her best curtsy.
"Wow." Bran whispered putting his bow down.
" impressive little lady." Robb agreed.
"Why are you so surprised?" Odetta questioned. "Dosent everyone start learning archery the moment they can lift a bow?" Sandor chuckled nodding to his sister.
"You lot can learn a thing or two from my Odie." Sandor agreed.
"I..." Bran looked to his brothers for help.
"You got a winner." Robb declared. Odetta smiled back at them.
"Why are you standing so close?" Odetta questioned.
"Um... well..." Bran looked between them nervously, this wasnt impressing her if she was a bad ass archer.
"Bran is better with a sword than his bow, my lady." Jon offered.
"I'm just Odie, not a lady, not really formally." Odetta assured, she walked up to them fixing Bran's arm. "Your elbow was up too high, you were never going to hit the target." Odetta remarked. "Your brothers must have been distracting you." Bran relaxed, nodding.
"Ah, I think it was you Odetta that was distracting him." Robb corrected. Odetta blushed, looking down to her boots in the snow, twisting them around.
"You are really pretty Odetta, pretty like a princess but even prettier." Bran clarified.
"Thank you," Odetta whispered her eyes drifting up to him.
"Can you show me... with the bow?" Bran questioned. "My brother is right, I'm not the best." He admitted.
"My brother trained me." Odetta informed him. "I was swinging a sword before I could walk."
"Seems dangerous." Robb cut in, Bran glared back at them, demanding them silently that they bugger off. "We have things to do, to prepare for, done we Jon?" Robb realized.
"Yes, busy, busy," Jon agreed as they headed off.
"Where were we?" Bran questioned leaning into her. Odetta laughed out her head tipping back.
"Oh Bran," Odetta cooed. "if you wanted to be alone with me just say so."
"Nope!" Sandor corrected picking Odetta up.
"Sorry," Odetta said as Sandor marched her off, she propped her hand on her chin as her opposite hand drifted down sandors back. "I have an over protective brother thats main goal in life is to steal my happiness it seems."
"Dramatic much?" Sandor grumbled.
"I will find you!" Bran assured.
"Will you climb up and rescue me if I'm trapped in a tower?" Odetta questioned as Bran chased after them.
"I would climb every tower to find you." Bran agreed.
"Sandor he's perfect, stop being a dad." Odetta begged. Sandor plopped her down. "Not our dad to be clear, but like a great dad that gives a fuck." Sandor chuckled cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to him.
"If he hurts you, I break him. Like a twig." Sandor warned. Bran tensed imagining sandor grabbing him and ripping him in half with a single snap.
"Understood." Odetta agreed, a quick nod later she was grabbing Bran's hand and running off with him. Threats long forgotten as they ran around in the snow.
