Game of Changes ~Jaime Lannister~

As things fall

A week had passed over Winterfell since the King's Arrival. Arabella had not seen Ser Jamie for their tour of the castle grounds, but she assumed that it was because he had much to many responsibilities. Arabella instead spend her time hiding away with her brother, Jon, and their wolves to keep out of trouble and out of sight from the demon prince. A name Arabella felt best described the little brat. He tried to pick a fight with her than when the time came he made his dog fight her instead. The fight was a short one, and the hound won. Though he knew that had had the young woman wanted she could have possibly taken him or gave him a good match. The hound himself would never tell her that or anyone else for that matter but he had respect for her, and would be a fool not to notice her true strength. Jon had been watching the fight half scared for his sister and half proud she knew better than to try to show her true self. Jaime himself watched and his admiration for the woman did nothing but grew, and who happened to be with him but his brother with his wise remarks. Tyrion could do nothing but brag about the woman and advise how Jaime should not mess this up. Which then left Jaime glaring down at his brother and leaving him behind as he walked off.

Godswood was her and her brother's safe haven. Here they could be the true siblings that they were. They could be the man who was too honorable, but dreamed of a better life, and a woman who could be whoever she wanted, and with whomever she wanted. She hated being a bargaining chip to fuel an alliance that was doomed to fail at the very beginning. Arabella knew that the Lannister's were liars, cheats, and selfish. She didn't want to marry one. Had she a chance she would wish to be a common woman who married who she wished. Or that she got to pick what she felt would be a better alliance.

Like Dorne. She could be who she wanted in Dorne. Yeah she would have to marry Oberyn Martell, give him heirs that are not bastards, but after one or two, she could do what she wanted. She could be the skilled warrior one to be feared, and a lover to whomever she wanted like her husband did. She was young, but not stupid.

While another match that she could respect despite who he actually is Clegane, Sandor. Yes he was the hound, but she knew that he would respect her and her wishes. He was not his brother in any way at all besides name. He was not trying during their match and she had some talks with him, more like him telling her she was a foolish wolf, and that she should shut up and leave him alone.

Jon of course laughed at each option she laid out, before saying that Tyrion was not like the rest of his siblings, and that he could be a match for her. They both shared a look and began laughing so hard they were bent over in tears when they heard a wolf howling. Arabella shot up her wolf and Ghost following closely behind her and Jon farther away. When she arrived she saw Summer with her nose pointed to the ground where her younger brother laid unmoving. She rushed over to him and feel a pulse, Jon walking up to the seen saw Bellas tears and quickly ran off to get a Maester and whomever he could gather to help get Bran to off the ground and to the boy's room.

Within a few moments Arabella and Bran were surrounded by many people. One asking what happened, another asking if he was still alive, if she was fine, was the blood on her his or her own. Too many voices for Arabella to hear more than a muffle of voices. Bran was taken away from her and everyone left the young woman to herself. No one had the time to care for her, as the one who needed their care was Bran. Arabella sat still watching the ground where Bran once laid. She sat there numbly, she heard footsteps coming like a clank of armor, before the was picked up and carried to a place she couldn't recall. For all she knew it was her room, or a hidden chamber that she and Jon found as they grew up. She was laid in the bed, and left to herself, the person was kind enough to place furs on her. She noticed that someone else was in the room, but again she was in such a state that she could not have known whom. Well that was until the voice spoke softly to her.

"Lady Arabella....Bella," another pause, "Bella" a hand was placed on her arm and she jumped back at the contact. Before her was the man whom she hadn't seen in almost a week unless they were simply passing by in the hall. The man before her looked unlike himself. He appeared to be distressed, worried, concerned, and above all sad. This was not how she knew him. She knew this man as perfection, happiness, arrogance, and above all self-centeredness. Jaime Lannister, smiled to himself but his eyes showed guilt for what had happened and unknown the woman before him what his acts had actually caused.

"Bella, are you doing better now? You gave me quite scare, I had to get the hound to carry you into your room. You were just frozen there, though seeing what you had seen I can not blame you," he told her.

"I'm sorry to worry you Ser Jai- sorry Jaime, that was not my intent. I didn't see much of anything other than my brother lying motionless on the ground with nothing but a pulse. I just didn't know how he got there or what might have happened had I not gotten there when I had. Please thank Sandor Clegane when you see him, for bringing me in before I had gotten ill," she tells him back.

"Ah, the hound. I shall pass it along. When you are feeling better I can bring you to see your brother if you wish,"

"Can you walk me know, I need to know how he really is myself,"

"As you wish," he says holding out his hand to help her rise from her bed. He then leads her her hand on his arm to Bran's room where she goes in to check on her family and her brother.