Gone but close - Game of Thrones [Bran Stark fanfiction]

Chapter 43

'Well, lets get it over with,' Arya said standing infront of Sansa.

At the Hightable sat Sansa. On Sansa's right side sat Riler, whom she had become close with as he treated her like an angel. On the left side of Sansa sat Bran, and at Brans other side sat his wife, Toria. Behind Toria stood Lurs as he wished to be standing instead of sitting. The throne room was filled with Lords and ladies as Arya was on a trial.

'You have been accused of treason, you have been accused of murder, how do you answer these charges,' Sansa turned her face away from her sister, 'lord Baelish?'

Everyone turned to face the surprised and confused lord Baelish. Toria couldn't help but smirk, now that she knew the truth Bran had told her.

'My sister asked you a question,' Arya said while smirking dangerously.

'I.. I don't understand,' lord Baelish stutterd in confusion.

'Which charges confuse you? Lets start with the simpelest, you murderd Lysa Arryn, you pushed her through the moondoor,' Sansa stated with the coldest look Toria had ever seen on someones face, 'do you deny it?'

'Lysa was a troubled woman,' lord Bealish implied.

'You conspired with the Lannisters to have my father, lord Eddard Stark be inprisoned and kater executed on false charges,' Sansa stated, 'do you deny it?'

'I deny it!' He called, 'none of you were there to see what happened, none of you knows the truth.'

'You held a knife to his throat,' Bran said making Baelish face him with a shocked expression on his face, 'you said "I did warn you not to trust me".'

Baelish stared at Bran in confusion, wondering how he knew that.

'You told this knife belongs to Tyrion Lannister,' Arya got out the dagger Baelish had given Bran, the same dagger that was used to have Bran killed, 'that was another one of your lies, it was yours.'

'You whispered false lies on Riler Darkerly into Cersei Lannisters ears, saying he was a sadistic, murderous and raping kind of person, Which made Cersei Lannister believe she was protecting Myrcella Baratheon,' Sansa spoke, 'you had the whole murder planned out.'

'Whats the worst reason you had to murder our family?' Riler asked with the coldest voice she ever heard him speak, it gave her rills om her back. Bran held her hand as he knew this was difficult.

She smiled at Bran even though it was a forced smile.

'... I want to be safely escorted to the Vale,' Baelish demanded.

'I think not.'

Toria's evil smirk grew as Baelish started to fear for his life.

'Sansa, please I knew you since you were a girl,' he begged.

'Sometimes when I try to understand a persons motive, I play a little game. I assume the worst,' Sansa said, 'what is the worst reason you had to put me against my sister?'

She felt Lurs step closer towards Arya.

'But thats what you do right? You put sister against sister, family against family,' Sansa said with a fuery in her voice.

'I knew your mother since I was a boy,' Baelish stated.

'And yet you betrayed her,' Sansa said standing straight.

'I loved you,' his fear got worse.

'And yet you betrayed me,' Sansa said cold.

'Sansa, I beg you,' he said.

'I am a slow learner, its true,' Sansa said, 'but I learn.'

'Sansa.. please I am begging you,' Baelish kneeled down, begging for his life.

Toria softly laughed at Baelish. She enjoyed this moment so much.

'Thank you for all your many lessons,' Sansa said, 'I will never forget them.'

Lurs walked towards Bealish stabbing him in his stomach.

'Sansa,' Baelish murmerd, but before he could say another word Arya slit his throat. Blood shedded on the ground as Baelish collapsed on the ground. Dead.

Sansa sat down and Riler layed a hand on her shoulder, for comfort even though both of there faces were cold.

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She was alone in the room, a few weeks ago the wedding has been, the consumating had been done several times but here she stood staring at herself in the window.

It was dark outside as she looked what moon it was. Full. She was supposed to be done bleeding  now. But she had never bled.

Bran was pushed in by one of the maidens and was put at the fire. The maiden left geeting them, but Toria wasn't paying attention.

'Why didn't you say goodbye to the maid, love?' Bran asked, sh saw his smile in the mirror, 'is something wrong?'

'Not at all,' she let the truth sink in as she felt at her belly. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

'What is it?' Bran asked, getting worried.

She turned around with a smile from ear to ear.

'You shall be having a new title soon,' she said while crying in happiness.

Bran stared at his wife, wondering what it could be slowly realizing where she was going with this.

'Really? Am I..' he never finished his sentance since he started to get emotional.

'Yes, you are going to be a father,' she said as she hugged Bran tightly, sitting on his lap. She was carrying a baby inside of her. She was carrying Bran Starks baby.