The Forbidden Loves

Nyla

Nyla stands, watchign Tyrion Lannister quietly, thinking. Joffrey is one hell of a prick and it's clear in the way he treats his uncle. Nyla could admit to understanding why everyone disrespects Tyrion, but she thought he was brilliant. He was as clever as she was and everyone else thought him ugly when clearly they weren't looking deep enough. There was beauty in him...........No. Nyla couldn't think like this.

She turns and walk through the courtyard of Winterfell deep in thought. Her head hurt and she had a deep sense of foreboding, like something was wrong or something bad was going to happen. Her fears were confirmed when she saw her little sister Nya running and crying, her dress torn.

"Nya!" She stops her sister with a hand. "Nyla it's awful i have to get to Lady Catelyn!" Nya gasps. "Nya slow down! What's going on?" Nyla looks at her sister calmly but sternely.

"Nyla I can't calm down! Bran's hurt I have to tell Lady Catelyn and Maester Luwin!" Nya cries.

Nyla's blood turns to ice. "Go now! Where is he?" She asks. "By the abandoned tower." Nya says. "Jon's with him." Than she runs to find Lady Catelyn.

Nyla picks up the hem of her dress and runs towards the abandoned tower. She finds Jon kneeling next to Bran and she crouches on her knees next to them. Ghost and Bran's direwolf are whimpering softly. Well, Bran's wolf is. Ghost is silent as usual but he looks more subdued than usual, his red eyes gleaming gently in the light.

"What happened?" Nyla demands.

Jon looks at her with Lord Eddard's grey eyes. "He fell." he murmurs. 

Nyla frowns at him. "Bran doesn't fall." she insists. She looks up at the tower. "Something's not right here." She murmurs, almost to herself.

"What?" Jon looks at her. "I can't be sure but I knw that Bran never falls." She murmurs fiercely. "Ever." She runs her hands around Bran's face then leans over him and presses an ear to his chest. A soft pulsing tells her he's still alive. Nyla sits up and presses a hand to Bran's leg. She pinches it and looks at his face. Nothing, no trace that he'd felt it.

"Jon, Lady Catelyn is coming. Nya's getting her. If you're here, she will find a way to blame you." Nyla says apologeticly.

"I know." Jon says miserably.

"Nya will find you. Go." Jon nods and gets up slowly, walking away whilst Ghost trails behind him.

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Sorry this chapter is short and not the best I had writers block. Comment what you think please and vote if you like.

Thanks for whoever's read this far.

-Anabelle <3