Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 7

<The Next Morning, Brandon's Bedchambers, The First Keep, Winterfell, The North...>

Bran's eyes snapped open again from another gods-damned dream about a three eyed raven, his loyal direwolf, Summer, staying near his bedside. 

"The Little Lord's been dreaming again." Old Nan said from where she sat near the fire with her knitting kit.

The door to Bran's bedchambers suddenly opened as one Theon Greyjoy entered, but Summer immediately growled at the Ironborn, a common trait that all the direwolves had showcased since they were taken in by House Stark; none of them like Theon Greyjoy.

"We have visitors." Theon spoke calmly despite his wariness of the bloody wolf. 

"I don't want to see anyone." Bran snapped rudely, having been in this ungrateful mood since the information that it would take exactly six years for Bran to be able to use his legs again.

"Really? If I was cooped all day with no one but this old bat for company, I'd have gone mad." Theon snarked arrogantly, insulting Old Nan carelessly as he stood with his head held proud.

Turning back to Bran, he spoke, "Anyway, you don't have a choice. Robb's waiting." Bran looked at him before he retorted, "I don't want to go." 

"Neither do I. But Robb's Lord of Winterfell, which means I do what he says, and you do what I say." Theon spoke to Bran in a crisp and clear tone before he called, "Hodor!"

The large giant of a man, who had unfortunately turned simple, ran into the room and spoke the only word he knew, "Hodor?" 

"Help Bran down the hall." Theon ordered as Hodor did as he was bid. 

"Hodor." The large man said as he went and picked up Bran, the boy falling into even further depression at the fact that he needed to be carried everywhere he went due to this injury that was depriving him of his legs for another six damn years.

<Minutes later, The Great Hall, Winterfell, The North...>

"I must say I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit." Spoke one Tyrion Lannister as he and Yoren stood before the seated Maester Luwin and the Acting-Lord of Winterfell, Lord Rob Stark.

"Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell." Robb spoke crisply. 

Yoren nodded but Tyrion easily found the slight, "Any man of the Night's Watch but not I, eh, boy?" Tyrion asked. 

"I'm not your boy, Lannister. I'm Lord of Winterfell while my father is away." Robb spoke calmly to the Lannister.

"Then you might learn a lord's courtesy." Tyrion retorted to the young lord. 

The doors then opened as Hodor entered and carried in Bran Stark, as Tyrion turned to look at the boy. 

"So it's true." Tyrion muttered at the unfortunate fate that had befallen the young Stark... but at least with time, it would fade away and he would be able to walk again.

Theon walked in behind the two as Tyrion spoke, "Hello, Bran. Do you remember anything about what happened?" Tyrion asked the boy, eager to find out anything related to his siblings that could've led to the poor boy's unfortunate state.

"He has no memory of that day." Maester Luwin stated. 

"Curious." Tyrion muttered. 

"Why are you here?" Robb asked Tyrion, finally growing annoyed with the Lannister's presence within his father's halls considering that it was quite possible that the Lannisters were the one who had done this to Bran and had even sent assassins to kill him.