Falling / Bran Stark

16. Bad Dreams

'Our scouts have found that Tywin Lannister moves north.'

'we need to get him on broken ground so we can get around him.'

'No we need to stop him so we can stop Jamie Lannister at the siege of river runn do that and the river Lords will join us!' Umber said

'To do that we need to cross the river the only crossing is at the twins.' robb remarked

'Lord Frey controls that bridge.' Catelyn told them.

'So what should I be doing? move against Jamie? Or lord Tywin?' Umber questioned, Robb looked around the room, the youngest one in the room was in charge. Everyone looked to him. Lord of Winterfell. Robb remembered what Odetta told him, show strength, show power, show numbers, even if you have to be a liar. The capital is filled with liars and each of them is better than him. Lie better, last longer in this bloody war. Trick them into a trap.

''Pardon me my lords but we captured a Lannister scout!' a man said running into the tent. Robb looked over the man, he stood nervously before them. robb hatched a brilliant plan, lie a little, he stepped forward staring down the Lannister scout.

'Let him go.' robb instructed 'tell lord Tywin Lannister that winter is coming for him. 20,000 northerners are marching south to find out if he really does shit gold.' With that the scout ran off.

"I have been having dreams again. I was a wolf this time. I was summer." Bran remarked. "I was running," odetta smiled stroking summers fur as she slept at the bottom of the bed.

"She was out for a run earlier i couldnt keep up with her." Odetta informed him. "Was i in your dream?"

"Yes." Bran agreed.

"Maybe you were in Summer and we were running together." Odetta pondered. Bran shrugged, seemed far fetched but he supposed anything was possible. 

"Hey nugget," Sandor murmured through his meal. Odetta jumped up sitting in his lap. His arm instinctively wrapped around her. 

"What do you know of warging?"

"What?"

"Maybe I'm saying it wrong." Odetta reasoned. "Going into another thing."

"What?" Sandor repeated still confused. 

"Like people with the ability to go into other things, like birds or dogs." Odetta clarified, Sandor brought a hand to her forehead. "What are you doing?" Odetta questioned, staring up at him. 

"Checking you for a fever," Sandor answered. 

"Why?"

"Because you sound bonkers." 

"Rickon whats happening?" Bran demanded.

"I don't know." Rickon told him honestly. "I don't know." Rickon told him again. "I miss mum."

"I am lord of winterfell now," Bran reminded him. "Yet no one tells me anything. Get Odetta for me, she left forever ago and I miss her dearly."

'Lord Walder has granted you crossing, his men are ours as well.' Catelyn said but she didn't look to happy about it.

'What does he want in return?' Robb questioned

'When the fighting is done you will marry one of his daughters.' Catelyn told him and Robb looked to Theon.

"Is there another way?" Robb offered he didn't want to marry a Frey girl, a stranger. 

'do you consent?' Catelyn asked.

'Can I refuse?' Robb asked. Catelyn shook her head, no. 'Then I guess I consent.'

"I do not envy you." Theon told him honestly.

"Are you going to marry me?" Rickon questioned. Bran gaped back at him. 

"No." Odetta laughed out. Bran reached over trying to whack his little brother. 

"But Bran can't walk anymore." Rickon countered. 

"I still love him." Odetta informed Rickon honestly, 'dont go trying to poach your brothers girl that doesnt end well."

"No it doesnt." Bran grumbled. "Whats the matter with you?" Rickon got up running away. 

"What are you gonna do about it?" Rickon challenged. 

"Hodor." 

"Oh fuck." RIckon murmured sprinting off. Odetta looked to sandor. 

"What have I told you of cussing in front of the children?" Odetta scolded. 

"You are a child." 

"I'm a Clegane, cursing is in my blood. Don't taint Rickon, what will the starks think of us? What will Lord Stark think when he returns?" 

Bran woke up in a panic screaming for Odetta, summer started howling, startling Odetta awake then she heard Bran's cries. Sandor moved at the ready but saw no danger, only bad dreams he supposed. 

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Odetta questioned running into his room holding bran to her.

"My Father." He sobbed.

"Your family will be back home before you know it." Odetta said hopefully. Bran clung to her as Rickon came running in tears in his eyes. Sandor took a step back as RIckon sobbed into Odetta, she looked to sandor completely confused. "What's wrong? You both have a bad dream?" Odetta questioned .

 "Father lost his head." Rickon told her pathetically.

"You had that dream too?" Bran asked and Odetta let out a shaky breath looking to Sandor. They both had the same dream.

"It was... it was just a dream." Odetta assured them. "They will be home before you know it." Odetta offered.

"They took his head." Bran told her.

"Who?"

"Joffrey." Bran told her, his voice didn't hold venom but fact. "Joffrey demanded his head." Bran told her and Odetta couldn't breathe.

"Sansa was screaming!" Rickon told her.

"It was just a dream. Just a dream." She repeated but they shook in her arms, their heart beats erratic. "Just a dream." Odetta whispered holding them close. Sandor marched off to try and find out if that was really just a dream or not. Last they heard Ned was in chains not getting his head chopped off.