A Tale of Stolen Blades and Stolen Hearts

Chapter 2: A Dire, Direwolf

Tragedy has fallen the Stark House. Bram had unfortunately discovered the secret relationship Cersei had with her Brother Jamie, forcing him to shove the young boy off the balcony to seemingly his death. Also, A message was Given to Lady Stark, informing her and Ned, of the involvement the Lannisters had with the death of the former hand, Jon Arryn.

Tyrion the Imp, finally awakens from his drunken stupor but not in the bed of Whores, but in the Barn next to a dog who worked also in the stables, he hears the childish Snickering of a boy and turns his attention to said direction. He spots his Nephew Joffrey and his Son (Y/n), cousin of Joffrey.

"Better-looking bitches than you're used to, Uncle. My mother's been looking for you. We ride for King's Landing today." Joffrey says.

"Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies." Tyrion says, stretching and exiting the stable.

"I've offered them already father, What good will our sympathies for them?" (Y/n) said. "As I've heard, the Maestser claims the boy will live."

"None. But it is expected of you both Your absence has already been noted."

"The boy means nothing to me. And I can't stand the wailing of women." Joffrey said, with this fiendish grin, until Tyrion smacks the boy right in the face, stunning Joffrey and (Y/n). Joffrey is to be the future King and Tyrion put his hands upon him. (Y/n) said nothing, watching Joffreys face go from smug to absolutely taken aback.

"One word and I'll hit you again." Tyrion says, Joffrey screams at him.

"I'm telling mother!" Joffrey yells, and Tyrion slaps him again.

"Go! Tell her. But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark and you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service, and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?" He said. Putting his short foot down, "You can't..." Joffery said again, and Tyrion prepares to slap him.

"Do ...you ...understand?" He says, Joffrey storms off. Leaving (Y/n) and his father alone.

"Joffrey will remember that, father." He said, hinting for his father to be wary.

"I hope so. If he forgets, be a good cousin and remind him, but now...Time for breakfast." Tyrion walks off, his son awkwardly follows. They enter a more cordial place with the rest of his family, Cersei, Jamie, Myrcella and Tomman. A maid walks by.

"Bread. And two of those little fish. And a mug of dark beer to wash it down." Tyrion said to her, (Y/n) bows slight.

"Bacon,dark brown, and please fresh water." He asks. The two sit with their family as (Y/n) spends time with his younger cousins.

"Little brother." Jamie said.

"Beloved siblings." Tyrion sits across from them

"Is Bran going to die?" Myrcella asks Tyrion, and (Y/n) shook his head.

"Thankfully not." (Y/n) says, as he drinks a mug of water. Cersei and Jamie glance at each other, signaling slowly growing distress.

"What do you mean?" Cersei asks, seething deep down.

"Bran didn't turn his brain into mushy soup in the fall, Maester says he may live. But he unfortunately may not walk again..." (Y/n) explains in bittersweet speech.

"It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain." Cersei says.

"Only the gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray. The charms of the north seem entirely lost on you." Tyrion chuckles, biting on hard jerky.