Disposita {Bran Stark x Reader}

Chapter 2: Magna Praetorium

Magna Praetorium ~ Great Hall

Tension was in the air since the arrival of the Baratheons and Lannisters. You had been taught that the Lannisters were the cause of your aunt Elia's rape and murder, along with the murder of all her children causing a little awkwardness around Winterfell to say the least.  

That night a feast was to be held in the Great Hall of Winterfell. You had gotten ready in your room by the Dornish staff that had come along to Winterfell. You wore a floor length yellow silk dress, with embroidered flowers across the torso. Due to the cold in Winterfell, you wore a deep sunset orange cape across your shoulders. You had the sides of your hair braided and pulled out of your face, the rest of your hair left in waves.

You heard a knock on your door, and soon after Oberyn entered. Your father walked over to your bed in the center of the room and takes a seat. 

'You look lovely y/n,' he pats the spot on my bed next to him, signaling for me to join him. You walk over and take a seat. 'We've clearly gotten ourselves into a unique situation huh. We wouldn't have come if I knew the Lannisters would be here... Just stay away from that Joffrey kid. His family is vicious and cruel and so is he. I don't like it.' 

'Don't worry dad, there's no way I'm going near any Lannisters after what they did.' Oberyn holds out his arm to you before leading you down the stairs into the Hall, 'Ready to eat?'

The Great Hall of Winterfell was a vast, dimly lit, and cavernous space that sat within the heart of Winterfell. The hall was built upon heavy stone walls and massive wooden beams that supported the high ceiling, which was adorned with the hanging banners of House Stark. The room had a cold and ancient feel to it, although the alit chandeliers, fireplace, and loud chatter amongst the hall gave it a welcoming homey feel.

At one end of the hall was the imposing dais, which was decorated with the large, intricately carved weirwood tree table where the Starks of Winterfell would usually sit, but today was joined by Catelyn and Cersei. Long wooden trestle tables ran the length of the hall. The tables were covered top to bottom with classic northern meals. People from all over had gathered in the hall tonight for the feast, all conversing with one another as if they were one family. 

As you walked into the hall you grasped your dad's arm tighter. 'Here' Oberyn said handing you a glass of wine. 'Dad, I'm 10...' He responded, 'Yes, yes I know. It's never too early to start drinking, especially if your about to spend a night with Lannisters.' You took the cup and looked for a place to sit. 

Your eyes scanned the room for familiar faces and landed upon Arya. You sat down at the end of the table next to her, along with the other Stark siblings down the other end. 

Music sounded throughout the hall, filling the room with it's light and warmth. You watched in wonder at all the people dancing in the middle of the hall. You could hear Robb and Jon terrorising Bran at the other end of the table. They each grabbed him by one arm each and lifted him off his chair to standing. They each whisper in his ear laughing before they shove Bran in your direction.

Brans eyes were fixated on the ground as he dragged his feet towards your seat at the table. His head kept turning back towards Robb and Jon seemingly unsure of what he was doing. When Bran spoke it was barely audible above all the noise in the room, 'Um y/n, would you like to dance with me?' You nod to him before responding, 'I don't know how to dance.' Bran held out his hand for you to take, 'Me neither.' 

You both walk into the center of the room where everyone was dancing, neither of you a clue what to do. You look around to everyone else and began to copy what the others were doing. You knew you were doing this for you father and the alliance of the houses but you had to admit it was a little bit fun. After a few songs had played Bran and yourself returned to the table with his siblings. 

You sat back with Arya. After talking for a while she turns to you with eagerness and says, 'Watch this.' She grabs her fork loaded with food on it, and flings it all onto Sansa. Sansa immediately yelled at Arya in a fit of rage, the rest of us laughing at the scene. After calming down from laughing so much Robb and Jon stood up from their seat and walked over to Arya and yourself.  

'Time for bed Princess,' Jon said while lifting you out of your chair and carrying you out of the hall. Robb had grabbed Arya while Bran was told to leave as well. You each went to your respective rooms as it was 'too late.'

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The next morning Oberyn showed up at your door, 'It's time for us to head back to Dorne. You've done very well, we leave tomorrow morning.' You had grown fond of Winterfell and the people who lived there. Robb and Jon were constantly entertaining you, along with all the fun you've had with both Arya and Bran. You were happy to keep clear of the Baratheons and Lannisters though, as were most people. 

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'Y/N!' Arya had burst through your door. You were packing your things to be ready to leave for the next morning but stopped as soon as Arya walked in. Her eyes were welled up with tears, 'Bran-, Bran fell.' She was breathless from running all the way to your room. 'Bran fell from the tower while climbing. He's unconscious in his room.' You ran down the halls to the wing in which the Starks lived until you finally came across Bran's room. You walked in and sure enough there he was lying in the middle of the bed. 

"Goodbye Bran.'