The Games We Play ~ OcxOc (Game of Thrones)

Goodbye

A few weeks had passed since Bran had fallen from the broken tower and Alan and Orys had a heated moment in the Stark Crypt.

The two hadn't been able to spend much time together since since Alan spent most of her time watching over Bran with her mother or getting things ready for her wedding which the king had decided would be three days after they get back to King's Landing and then two days after that they would have a tournament for her father being the new Hand of the King.

"Do you think I will be a good Queen?" Sansa asked dreamily as she brushed her hair.

Alan had answered this question and many other questions Sansa had asked after coming into Alan's chambers ruining her peace.

"Yes." Alan answered without looking up from her book. "You just have to learn politics." Alan adds not noticing Sansa turning to her shocked.

"Why would I need to know politics?" Sansa asked.

"People will try to undermine you. You need to make sure you're smarter than them and know more than them." Alan asked again not looking away from her book which seemed to anger Sansa.

"What would you know about being Queen?" Sansa asked with a mocking tone as she stood up from Alan's chair walking to the end of her bed. "I'll be giving Joffrey hires so don't even get it into your head that Orys will be king one day." Sansa tells Alan who just rubs her head.

"Stop acting like a child, I won't deal with it." Alan demands finally looking up at her twin whose face got redder by the second.

"Don't tell me what to do, I'm the oldest!" Sansa shouted, stomping her foot like a child who's toy got taken away.

"Then you better start acting like it if you want people to respect you." Alan informs Sansa who just throws her brush on the ground before storming out of the chambers.

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"Lady Stark?" Orys asked, peeking his head through the door of Bran's chambers he could see the older woman sewing some kind of doll as Alan lay sleeping on the chair on the other side of the bed where Bran laid.

"Oh I'm sorry my pr-" Catelyn went to stand up but Orys shook his head making her stop.

"Don't it's okay I have come to see how young Bran is doing." Orys whispered, stepping closer to the woman not wanting to wake Alan.

"The Maester says that the worst part has almost passed and after that we just have to wait and see." Catelyn said her voice hoarse from crying.

"He will make it." Orys told Catelyn as he kneeled down next to the bed looking at the boy. If you look closely you could see the way each of the Stark children resemble their parents and each other.

"How can you be so sure?" Lady Stark asked the boy who seemed so sure of his own words.

"I just have a feeling that young Bran's story has more to it." Orys gave her a smile before kissing her hand and then walking over to Alan bending down to kiss her forehead. "I have never been one to pray to the gods but for your son I will."

"Thank you." She whispered as his kiss pressed against her forehead.

Orys smiles as he walks into the large room seeing his family eating breakfast. Sadly he hadn't been able to see his younger siblings much since they came to the North so he found this to be the perfect time.

"Orys!" Both Tommen and Myrcella shout as their older brother walks over, hugging both of them and giving his sister and mother a kiss on the cheek before sitting next to her mother.