GoT AU: The Heart Wants What It Wants

28: Uncle Duties (Part 1)

Ages:

- Talisa, Willas, Ygritte – 36; Robb, Jon, Gendry, Meera – 34; Sansa – 33; Arya, Alys, Trystane – 31; Bran, Jojen, Myrcella – 30; Rickon, Shireen, Tommen – 26

BRAN

Monday evening, Bran spent a night in their home in Winterfell, as Robb was leaving his son, little Ned in his and their parents care while he and his wife, Talisa will be off to Volantis.

That evening since Robb and Talisa were preparing for their trip, it was Bran who put little Ned to bed. But before he went to sleep, he hadn't shut up about his new friend, Mykel.

Mykel, Bran thought. He always liked that named. And little Ned said that this kid Mykel sat next to him in class, is really good in math class, that he loves to eat fries, and that he was a Northerner too. That stuck a cord in him, if this kid is from the North, there's a huge possibility that Bran knew him or at least, his parents. He wanted to know more, but it was past his nephew's bedtime.

The following day, after driving little Ned to school, he went directly to work. And as usual, their employees greeted him with Good morning, Mr. Stark/Engr. Stark/Sir before he got to his office.

His office was probably as large as his room in the penthouse, with carpeted flooring, large glass windows, and frosted glass partitions and doors and it had a drafting table not far from his desk.

Just as he sat down, Jory Cassel, his assistant, came in with a roll of blueprints and a cup of coffee in his hands.

Jory placed the blueprints on the drafting table. "Here are the blueprints," Then placed the coffee on his desk. "And your coffee, Mr. Bran."

"Thank you, Jory." Bran said. "What are my appointments for today?"

"You have a meeting with the board of directors of KLMC at 10am." Jory informed.

"Wait, that's today?" He exclaimed. "I can't remember if I did the presentation—"

"You already did, sir." Jory assured. "I handed copy of it to Ms. Arya yesterday."

"Oh, right, sorry." Bran sighed in relief. "I have a lot of things in my mind lately. Is that it?"

"You were also scheduled to do site inspection at 3pm today," Jory continued. "But you said to clear everything starting at 3pm for the next three days, so I transferred that tomorrow morning at 9am."

Bran nodded. "Okay, thank you, Jory."

"Um, also," Jory added. "Ms. Arya said to tell you that you should see her immediately."

Bran frowned. "Like, now?" He asked. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I don't know, sir." Jory said. "She didn't say anything other than that."

"Okay," Bran stood from his seat. "I'll be right back." He took his coffee cup and walked towards his sister's office right across the hall.

Bran entered Arya's office and his eyes widened when he saw someone he didn't expect to see.

"Rickon?" He exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, hi Bran." Rickon greeted. "I'm here for my puppy. Arya said I should come here to fetch him."

Not a moment later, Arya emerged from the restroom (yes, his and Arya's office workspace had their own restrooms) carrying a husky puppy with its tail wiggling playfully.