Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 4

<That night, Brandon's Bedchambers, The First Keep, Winterfell, The North...>

Catelyn stayed vigilant over her unconscious son, her full focus and energy dedicated to caring for her somewhat wayward son until he opened his eyes and looked at her once more. 

But that was when the door opened, turning her attention to the door and the elderly form of Winterfell's ever-present and helpful maester, Maester Luwin.

The elderly man walked forth after he closed the door softly behind him and looked down on his sleeping charge, one Brandon Stark, who had still yet to awake from his slumber ever since he fell.

Laying a hand on the child's head, the maester checked to see whether his temperature was safe, all the while under the watchful gaze of Lady Catelyn, before he took his hand off from Bran's forehead and spoke, "It's time you reviewed the accounts, my lady, if you want to know how much this royal visit has cost us." The elderly man said, knowing full well that it was high time that Lady Catelyn returned to her duties as the Lady Stark of Winterfell.

Catelyn immediately dismissed the man though as she continued weaving her idol to the Seven, "Talk to Poole about it." She said, referring to the Steward of Winterfell that was usually in charge of such things.

Luwin was silent for a moment before he spoke, "Poole went south with Lord Stark, my lady. We need a new steward and there are several other appointments that require your immediate attention." 

"I don't care about appointments!" Catelyn snapped at the old maester, more focused on watching over her son until he woke up.

"I'll make the appointments." A calm vice said as Robb Stark was revealed, having watched everything and not wanting his mother to be disturbed... even though he was also convinced that what she was doing to herself was in no way healthy. 

Luwin turned his eyes to the eldest trueborn Stark as he spoke, "We'll talk about it first thing in the morning." He said, promising to bring the issue to attention as soon as possible.

"Very good my lord." Maester Luwin said before he turned his eyes back to Catelyn, who was once more working on that little idol of hers feverishly as she prayed to the Seven to help her in her time of need. 

 "My lady." The elderly maester said before he shuffled away, having other things that he needed to do... and in need of sleep. He was old after all.

Robb walked over to the window and opened, letting the sounds of Winterfell's night life enter the room before the young Heir of Winterfell spoke amidst his mother's silence. 

"When was the last time you left this room?" He asked her in a somewhat cold tone.

"I have to take care of him." Catelyn stated, convincing herself that her injured son was currently the most important thing to her. 

"He's not going to die mother. Maester Luwin said the most dangerous time has passed." Robb retorted, getting fed up with his mother's stubbornness ever since his second youngest brother fell.

"What if he's wrong? Bran needs me!" Catelyn protested, trying to convince her eldest son to leave her be to take care of her injured child. 

Robb too was going through his fair amount of stress as the only parental figure to Rickon Stark during this trying time as well. 

"Rickon needs you." Robb retorted, silencing Catelyn as the mention of her youngest child. "He's six. He follows me around all day, clutching my leg, crying."

"Close the windows! I can't stand them! Please, make them stop!" Catelyn cried, causing her eldest son to turn to look outside the window... and Robb felt cold at what he was witnessing barely a few yards away.