Falling / Bran Stark

13. Warmer Welcome

Wish you the best / Jaime lannister/ Tywin lannister out now!

'I must say I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit.' Tyrion remarked, 'I was expecting more from the new lord of winterfell.' Tyrion mused. If Catelyn was right Tyrion could have been part of the attacks on Bran. All Lannister's were enemy number one. But they had no proof that Tyrion was part of his siblings shenanigans.

'Any man of the nights watch is welcome at Winterfell.' Robb told them and Tyrion glanced up at his companion, Yoren.

'Any Man of the nights watch but I'm not a man of the nights watch am I boy?' Tyrion said making his way back from the wall and down through Winterfell to get to Kings Landing, he noticed Sandor and Odetta, both had the same scrutinizing glares on their faces. 

'I'm not your boy. I am lord of Winterfell, while my father is in Kings Landing.' Robb corrected.

'Then you might learn a Lord's courtesy.' Tyrion told him as the door opened and Bran was carried in. 'So it's true.' Tyrion said as Hodor carried him to the front. 'hello Bran.' Tyrion said and Hodor stopped in front of Tyrion, Bran limp in his arms. 'do you remember anything about what happened?'

'He has no memory of that day.' the master corrected. 

'Curious.' Tyrion whispered glancing to Odetta, she knew, it was clear as day she knew while Bran kept his head down. Tyrion sighed needing a moment with the littlest clegane. 

'Why are you here?' Robb questioned urgently. They could take down the little lord, no problem should lock him up but Odetta said when they saw Tyrion approach that she wanted a moment alone with him. Robb respected her request and would let her handle him after robb spoke with him. 

'Would your charming companion be so kind as to kneel?' Tyrion asked 'my neck is beginning to hurt.'

'Kneel Hodor.' Bran instructed, Odetta moved to their side, taking bran's hand and kissing his cheek. 

'Do you like to ride Brandon?' Tyrion asked

'Yes I mean I did like to...' Bran told him

'The boy has lost use of both his legs.'

'What of it?' Tyrion said 'with the right horse and saddle even a cripple can ride.'

'I'm not a cripple.' Brandon told him.

'Then I am not a dwarf,' Tyrion retorted 'my father will be rejoice to hear it.' Tyrion mused but Bran just stared at him. 'I have a gift for you.' he handed him a scroll 'give that to your Sadler he will provide the rest.' Bran opened it up it was a sketch for a new saddle. 'you must shape the horse to the rider.' Tyrion told Robb 'you start with a yielding and then you teach it and train it to work with the boys needs.'

'Could I really be able to ride?' Bran questioned hopefully.

'On horseback you'll be as tall as any of them.' Tyrion assured. Bran liked that idea, liked that he could be tall again for Odetta, someone she could look up to. 

'Is this some sort of trick?' Robb questioned 'why do you want to help him?'

'I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples bastards and broken things,' Tyrion said.

'You've done my brother kindness..." Robb hesitated before looking at Odetta, she nodded and Tyrion found that very curious. "the hospitality of winterfell is yours.' robb told him

'Spare me your false kindness and courtesies lord stark there is a brothel outside to which there I will find a bed, I will sleep easier.' tyrion told him heading out. Odetta chased after him, Sandor followed slowly after her. 

"Tyrion..." Odetta called out. 

"You lot go on ahead." Tyrion assured his guards, looking to Odetta. Yoren nodded heading off, sparing a glance at the little girl. 

"How is Jon?"

"Good, but thats not what you want to talk about." Tyrion corrected. 

"Correct." Odetta agreed. 

"You... know. You remember dont you." Tyrion remarked turning to her. 

"I do." Odetta agreed. "You know what your siblings are up to." 

"I... do." Tyrion agreed. 

"And you are okay with it?"

"What happened?" Tyrion questioned. Odetta stared back at him and Tyrion nodded slowly, he could imagine what happened. 

"Bastard." Odetta whispered. Tyrion looked to Sandor. 

"Have you noticed that all my sisters children are blonde, Clegane?" Tyrion questioned. Odetta nodded. 

"I have noticed that, I have for a long time but then I realized that shit it none of my business." Sandor corrected taking a threatening step forward. "or I should say it wasnt my business until your fuck face family tried to kill two innocent children." Tyrion swallowed the lump in his throat. 

"I'm not leaving winterfell am I?"

"No." Sandor agreed. Tyrion nodded again. 

"Might I have some ale before I'm imprisoned?"

"I dont think you had anything to do with it, but I believe you might not be innocent." Odetta assured. "Velaryian steel blade, do you have one?"

"No, I wish." Tyrion countered. 

"You are not lying," Odetta realized looking to sandor. 

"No, why?"

"Take him away." Sandor instructed.