Disposita {Bran Stark x Reader}

Chapter 5: Vale

Vale ~ goodbye

'Did you see Joffrey's face,' you laughed.

'Yeah, he got what was coming for him but you have to watch what you say. Your family is famous for hating the Lannisters, they could easily lock you up next.' Podrick was clearly concerned for your safety, and rightly so. 

'I need to go visit Lord Tyrion and bring him some food, stay here Princess.'

'No, I'll come with you Pod. We can sneak into the kitchens and steal him some food.'

Podrick and yourself run down the halls, your long gown sweeping against the cold stone floors. When reaching the kitchens, Podrick waited outside while you went in and took what you could. All the kitchen staff bowed towards you when you entered the kitchens.

'Princess y/n. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing in here, you know we can always bring food to you?' One of the women asked.

'Oh just here for a snack, don't mind me.' You responded while filling your hands with whatever food you could see along with a bottle of wine. You met Podrick outside the kitchens where he was waiting for you. While you were in there Podrick went to find some parchment and other necessities. 

Before approaching the dungeons Podrick hid all the supplies under his leather armor, boots, and coat. You would have offered to take some but you couldn't hide anything under your Dornish gown and cape so you just carried the bottle of wine, assuming they were less likely to take it off of you.

The two of you reached the door to Tyrion's cell but before being allowed in the guards took your wine and searched if either of you were carrying anything else in with you. The door creaked open revealing Tyrion leant up against a stone pole. 

'Podrick, y/n. Apologies for the stench,' Tyrion began before Podrick leant down to reveal you stolen food.

'I tried to grab you some wine, Lord Tyrion, but they took it from me,' I said apologetically.

'A noble effort, Princess.'

'They didn't find the candles, though. A quill, some parchment, duck sausage, almonds, and some hard cheese,' Podrick lay all the items out on the small stood in the otherwise empty cell. You stood by as Podrick caught Tyrion up on what else was happening in the castle along with Shae. Tyrion's trial was in a fortnight for murdering the king.

'Do you believe I murdered Joffrey?' Tyrion questioned the two of you.

'No, my lord.' Podrick immediately responded. 

You laughed a little, 'Absolutely now. My father or myself was more likely to kill him than you.'

'Trial in a fortnight. Have they announced the judges yet?' He questioned again.

'Your Father. Mace Tyrell,' Podrick stated.

'Who will vote exactly as my father tells him to vote.'

'And my father, Prince Oberyn of Dorne,' you chimed in. 

'Oberyn? Give it to my father. He never fails to take advantage of a family tragedy.'

Podrick was supposed to get a list of names for Tyrion to call as witnesses for the trial, as if that would help much. You hated Kings Landing and how corrupt the system was there. Every witness Tyrion could have called on had already been taken care of. Sansa was missing, Varys was already a witness for the opposing side, Bronn was under investigation himself, all that was left was Jaime. 

'Podrick, y/n.' Tyrion looked at you seriously now, 'They'll be following you now Podrick, and probably you too Princess. You don't realise it yet but having your father as a judge and hanging around Podrick potentially puts you in both a powerful and dangerous position'