Meera and I entered the Great Hall of Winterfell. We went directly towards Bran Stark, as looking in any other direction was a sign of disrespect. Kneeling before him, Meera and I recited the oath pledging fealty to the lords Stark of Winterfell.
As I took my seat, I spotted the girl. She was sitting on Bran's right, looking very stiff and uncomfortable in her place. She wore a long green dress that was the same shade as her eyes. I couldn't help staring. When she saw me, her eyes widened slightly but then coolly returned my stare.
After the feast, they began to dance. I didn't care to dance, so I slipped silently outside. There she was, hair loosely let down, staring at the moon in deep thought. Impulsively, I walked forward and was about to lay a hand on her shoulder when I stepped on a twig.
She started violently at the noise and turned around quickly. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.
I stayed silent, wondering how to answer.
"I'm sorry I was rude, I - I didn't mean to offend you," she stuttered, blushing.
"Of course you didn't. I don't enjoy parties, and I was wondering if you wanted to talk."
She mumbled something unintelligible.
"I'm sorry?"
She blurted out, "I've dreamed about you before."
I smiled amusedly, "I know."
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Sacrifice Is a Beautiful Thing (Jojen Reed)
Fanfiction***one of only two finished Jojen Reed stories on Wattpad*** Jojen Reed is a serious boy with a strange talent. He has greendreams. He can see the future. The greendreams are never wrong. What was a simple mission to guide Bran Stark changes his fat...
