Falling / Bran Stark

12. Get Away

"I love you. We will still be wed." Odetta assured.

Bran was grumbling lots. He loved Odetta, she was beautiful and sweet and tended to him hand and foot but he was supposed to be the man. He was supposed to be the man! Now he would forever be a broken boy. 

"give him time Odie." Sandor suggested. "How's your head?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Odetta corrected. "Sandor, we need to do something, make something. He's-"

"adjusting, Odie," Sandor reminded her. "Just give him some time before he's smiling and happy again."

"I know I just..." Odetta sighed. Sandor scooped her up holding her close.

"Peanut, I love you. Dont worry sweetie pie, everything will be fine, just give him time." 

'Don't listen to him. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow.' Old Nan told Bran.

''I hate your stories.' Bran told her as Odetta rested her head against his. She traced her fingers along his arm and down his fingers, Bran opened his palm to her and her fingers slid into his holding his hand. Sandor peered in from the door. It was strange to have left the royal family after all this time. To be free of them. To have all the time in the world to do whatever he wanted. To spend all his time training and being with his favorite person in the world. His little sister. 

''I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I could tell you about Ser Duncan the Tall. Those were always your favorites.'

''Those weren't my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones.'' Bran corrected.

"I love the story of Vaera Targaryen and Ser Duncan the tall, and little Egg!" Odetta added. "So romantic."

"I like it scary." Bran corrected kissing her cheek. 

"Hold me Bran, I don't like scary stories." Odetta mused and Bran held tight to her hand as she kissed his cheek right back. 

''Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little Lord, when the White Walkers move through the woods.' Old nan told him and Bran smirked, a scary story. Sandor felt like he was living a scary story back at the capital now his life felt like a history book, bland and repetitive but it was better than the alternative. 

'Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like?' Old nan questioned and Bran stared at her as his grip tightened just slightly on Odetta's hand. Odetta didnt seem too worried however. She seemed more curious than nervous. 

'In that darkness, the White Walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds...''

'What are you telling him now?' Robb questioned. Odetta's smile turned to Robb, Bran didnt like that. WHen Bran was under his forever nap, Robb had treated her like a little sister, she gladly thought of him as family as well. 

''Only what the little Lord wants to hear.' Old nan assured.

"It's just a story, Robb." Odetta agreed. 

''Get your supper. I want some time with him.' Robb said and she got up slowly and headed out. Bran watched Robb sit next to him. He hated being stuck in bed not being able to move his legs. 

"Bran..."

"Robb is what she said-"

''One time she told me the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant named Macomber.' Robb told him. "Dont take what she says too seriously."

''Maybe we do.'' Bran suggested and Odetta chuckled.

"Wouldn't that be something." She whispered.

''How do you feel? You still don't remember anything?' Robb asked and Bran shook his head hesitantly. 'I've seen you climb a thousand times. In the wind, in the rain... A thousand times. You never fall.'

''I did though.'' Bran said softly 'It's true, isn't it... what Maester Luwin says about my legs?' Robb nodded ''I'd rather be dead.'' Bran spat.

''Don't ever say that.'

''I'd rather be dead.'' Bran repeated.

"That would make me really sad Bran." Odetta told him, her nose against his cheek as she whispered in his ear. "What would I do without you? We are meant to be together forever."

"Then I'm glad I'm not dead." Bran told her, Odetta hugged him closing her eyes.

"Bran I know what happened, I think you do too." Odetta whispered. Bran sighed. 

"We can't change what happened, we can't do anything about it." Bran countered. 

"We can get revenge. We can get justice, we can-"

"it was the queen!" Bran shouted. Robb sucked in a tight breath. "We can't do anything it was the queen!" 

"Bran, we will get them. We will end this. They wont get away with this." Robb assured.