Falling / Bran Stark

17. Lie Adjacent

'Lady stark?'

'What is it?'

'We caught the king slayer.'

They were struggling to get him through for everyone was punching at him, kicking as he was dragged forward through Robbs camps.

'Justice for the castle!' they were saying as Jaime was dragged along he didn't look much like a king slayer as he crumbled to the ground men beating at him kicking at him

'I want his head I want his head!' 

"What are you we going to do about the lannisters?" Odetta questioned as she headed down to the cells to check on tyrion. 

"Kill em." Sandor answered. "I dont know why we are keeping the imp alive." 

"because he isnt a monster." Odetta answered. "If we kill him then we are no better then his siblings." 

"I thank you for that." Tyrion agreed. "Odetta darling, welcome back, thank you for the reading material."

"You are welcome." Odetta agreed. 

'This monster killed my son!' he reminded Catelyn

'And crippled mine!' she reminded him 'he will answer for his crimes I promise you but not here.'

'I will have his head and if you try and stop me-' castor threatened

'You will strike me down? Have you forgotten me? I am the widow of Lord Eddard Stark, I am the mother of your king.'

'And where is our king?'

'You know very well where he is he's going to accept their surrender.' Catelyn informed them.

'Accept the surrender but not negotiate?' Castor spat

'threatening my lady is an act of treason.'

'Treason.' Castor scoffed 'since when is it a treason to kill a Lannister?'

"Odetta Clegane wanted the honor." Catelyn corrected. 

"A child?"

"Yes... a child that almost lost everything because of him." Catelyn agreed. 

"Are you going to be mad when we kill your siblings?" Odetta pondered. 

"Sad about jaime, but well, can i watch when cersei dies?" Tyrion questioned eagerly. 

'Thank you for fighting on my behalf lady Stark.' Jamie said smugly from the ground. 'I would want my head too, but thanks..."

'Every night it's the same I am walking I am running but... I'm not... I'm not me. I'm running through the woods, sniffing the dirt tasting blood in my mouth when I've made a fresh kill... howling... old nan used to tell me stories about magical people that could live inside stags birds wolves.' Bran remarked.

'That's exactly what they are stories, old nan likes to tell stories.' The maester told Bran.

'So she was lying? They don't exist' Bran questioned, Odetta rested her head against his her fingers interlaced together. 

'Well they may have but they're gone from the world.' the maester told him 'along with much else these are dreams Bran nothing more.'

'No my dreams are different.' Bran told him 'mine are true I dreamt of my father dying and Rickon had the same dream. Ask Odetta, she believes me!'

"They were identical dreams, before the news arrived." Odetta agreed. "That is strange," Odetta added. "You can't deny it." 

'What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true?'