Milk Of The Poppy {Tyrion Lannister} [ON HOLD]

Chapter Seven

Guess who finally updated???? This girl. Sorry about the wait. College and work has been eating my time. Sorry its a tad short, but the next one will be longer!!!
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Morlyna woke up to shouting. Lots of shouting. She couldn't seem to make out any of the words, but she could feel the weight of whatever the situation was. Jon came into her chambers soon after she woke, the door swinging open and slamming against the stone wall, and his eyes red from what appeared to be tears. 

"Whats going on?"

"Bran...he's fallen."

Morlyna stood from her bed quickly, catching herself on the side table. She forewent the steel leg and hopped her way to the room Bran would be in. Her cheeks were streaked with tears by the time she got to the room. And a small sob fell from her lips when she saw the young boy lying on the bed, pale and lifeless. She fell to her knee beside him and held his hand tightly, ignoring the glares of their mother. 

Morlyna and Bran were not close, that much is true, but the girl loved her family with all the fire in a dragon's belly. The sight of any of them in pain shattered her heart and left her in tremors. Or perhaps that was the severe pain she was in from the pressure on the stub of her leg. Even still, she held his hand tightly in hers, shutting the pain out as she watched the rise and fall of his chest that occurred in a stuttery sort of way. She bent her head and prayed. She prayed to every god she knew, the old and the new and even the ones across the narrow sea, in hopes that one would hear her.

"What are you doing here?" Morlyna heard in what sounded like her mother's voice.

"Praying." 

She reached up and brushed the hair from his eyes and watched as his eyes moved rapidly beneath the lid. At that moment she knew that he would wake up, she didn't know how she knew, but she knew all the same. She smiled a faint smile at the thought of him waking up. 

She stopped praying then, and she whispered in his ear. "Take your time Bran, but you must wake up sooner or later." 

Morlyna stayed by his side for days. She sat on the floor, having been denied a chair by her mother. She didn't eat, nor did she sleep. She had no need for her steel leg, though it sat by her side after Jon had managed to sneak it to her while Catelyn slept. She sat there and waited. It was her father who managed to finally drag her from Bran's side. He knelt in front of her and pinned her leg in place for her before he had her stand. He led the girl to the dining hall and had her sit, ordering food and drink to be brought for his eldest daughter. 

"Lyna?"

"Yes, father?"

"It's been brought to my attention that your presence in King's Landing has been requested and that you are to ride there with me and your sisters tomorrow."

Morlyna Stark frowned. Her thoughts flying to Bran and his pale skin. They went to their mother who hovered over the young boy and shouted at anyone who neared him. 

"But Bran hasn't woken up yet."

"I know, but he will. The maester is confident in that now."

"But he's going to need someone who understands when he wakes up."

"What do you mean, child?"

She shook her head. How can people be so blind? How can they not see what's right in front of them?

"He's not going be able to walk, father. Can't you tell? When he moves in his sleep, his legs never follow. Not even a twitch."

Eddard Stark nodded slowly, "Aye, I have noticed, but I was hoping it wouldn't be the case. Even still, you can write him letters. I can't deny the King in his request for you to join. He seems oddly fond of you."

"I can't imagine why, father. Perhaps it is simply pity."

"I don't think so if I'm honest. He made mention of giving you a seat on the council as an adviser, especially when it comes to war. You're tactical."

"I read."

Her father chuckled, "Aye. That you do. Go on, take your food to your chambers and pack. We leave in the morning."

"Yes, father." 

The girl stood and picked up her food. She pressed a kiss to her father's cheek before taking her leave.

Upon entering her chambers, she nearly dropped the food that rested in her in her hands, at the sight of Jon sitting on her bed. She tilted her head in question but said nothing. Instead, they worked together in silence to pack her things

Once her things were packed they sat side by side on her bed. Neither said a word, but the silence was deafening. Finally. Jon spoke her name causing her to look up at him with her head tilted.

"I'm going to the wall when you leave." Jon mumbled.

"No..."