Bran Stark has fell from one of the towers of Winterfell and is laying unconscious in his room at his ancestral home Winterfell. His mother, Catelyn tends to his body. Her husband, Eddard Stark has just left for King's Landing with King Robert Baratheon and the Stark girls.
Catelyn sits by Bran's bedside, knitting a religious offering to the Gods that she worships. Robb Stark, Catelyn's first born son enters the room and walks over to the window opposite directly opposite Bran's bed.
"When was the last time you left this room"? Robb talked, standing up by the window and facing his mother.
"7 days ago" Catelyn replied exhaustingly.
"He's not going to cum mother! Maester Luwin has said he's too young" Robb said frustratingly.
Catelyn looked up at her son, slightly annoyed and frustrated. "What if he's wrong? I have to try".
Catelyn's tried to get Bran to cum for days, she bizarrely thinks that now is the best time to test whether he is ready to produce offspring yet. Catelyn believes the Old Gods or the New will grant Bran the ability to conceive children if Catelyn makes an effort of trying to get him to cum whilst unconscious. She believes that if she does this, the Gods will give Bran fertility when he wakes. Unfortunately she refuses to understand that Bran is too young.
Robb noticed a foul stench omiting from the room. Stinky fumes penetrated his nostrils, clawing their way through hideously.
Robb felt disgusted, realising his own mother has been using his critically injured little brother's room as a toilet for 7 days without emptying the chamber pot. There's only one in the room and it's filled up to the top, Catelyn has been sitting down in her own urine and shit ever since the chamber pot got filled up. Bran's room was high up, it stretched to the clouds above.
"You need to go to the toilet mother" Robb said assertively. He wrinkled his nose up. "It stinks" Robb added, snarling slightly. "You sit down all day in your own shit crying"!
Catelyn looks up at Robb in utter disgust. Her face looks like it's aged 20 years, wrinkling up her face, her mouth slightly open in a snarl and her eyes rolled upwards in a menacing stare.
Robb gags.
Catelyn continues her monstrous staring.
"It stinks" Robb said.
"Robb"! Catelyn shouted. Catleyn was very annoyed and angry. How dare her son speak to her like that, how dare he say she stinks she thought.
Robb continues to gag, the stench gets smellier and smellier the longer he stays in the room.
"Walk out! Get up and walk out" Catelyn shouted desperately. Her face oozing with sheer desperation.
"I'm worried about my brother's safety. All that stink must be bad for him" Robb replied.
"Get up and walk out! PLEASE! PLEEEEEEASE" Catelyn shouted extremely desperately.
"Why" Robb asked.
Catelyn goes back to her old menacing stare at Robb.
Robb gags.
"How can I make those arrangements when you're here looking like that"?
Catelyn continues look and lets out a fart, a grunt escapes her mouth and her body shakes in her seat as the force of the fart is released.
Before Robb has time to react, seconds later Catelyn lets out a shit.
Robb is stunned and speechless.
Catelyn stares at her son angrily.
"WALK OUT" Catelyn shouts at the top of her voice.
"Clean yourself and Bran. It stinks". Robb walks towards the door embarrassingly and feeling very awkward.
"I wonder if Tywin Lannister shits gold as black as mothers" Robb says to himself.