A Dead Man's Decision
Chapter 1- Somehow, Someday
He could feel the hot sun blaring on his back. Dust trailed behind him like a puff of smoke. He felt sad, but at least he was alone.
His name was Bran Stark. Sixteen and crippled, he was bound to be teased here. If only he could fight them, but he knew he couldn't- even if he was allowed to.
If Bran had not been crippled, he would have had lots of friends. He was good looking, with a mop of messy, ginger hair and ice blue eyes. His face had a beautiful tilt to it, sweet to the spirit. He was sweet and intelligent. He could charm a girl for hours if he wanted to.
But he was still a cripple.
Bran stared out at the pupils staring at him and giving him dirty looks. He was used to it. At Royal Regent High School rank was of no importance. Bran was the warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell.
He searched for sympathy and found none. Who cared about a cripple? A fucking little cripple boy!
Bran walked through the door looking down and trying not to look so pathetic when, suddenly, he crashed in to a girl carrying a large amount of books. He looked up at her face, ready for a slap…
But it was only Myrcella who was his only friend. She had long blonde hair, flawless skin and deep, blue eyes.
He was also totally in love with her.
"Oh, hey Bran! I've been looking for you. How are things?" She looked down at him, but she didn't seem to mind.
He smiled. She had been looking for him. How proud he felt.
"Yeah I'm good, how are you?"
Before Myrcella could reply, a tall, good looking 17 year old boy stopped by. He had green eyes like emeralds, whit even teeth, shiny brown hair and tanned skin. His name was Alistair, and he was Myrcella's boyfriend.
"Hey cripple. Don't talk to my girl you hear…or there'll be trouble!" He stalked off with Myrcella under his arm.
She looked back at him and mouthed the words 'Sorry'.
Bran touched the wheels of his wheelchair. Jerks like Alistair would be executed when he was in charge of treason. Damn that Maester Luwin…
Myrcella seemed genuinely upset though about what Alistair had said. She did nothing wrong, she just fell for the wrong guy. But she did seem really distraught...Perhaps….
No. A princess would not love a cripple. No one would. Everyone knew that cripples had no lovers.
Bran walked off with a brooding expression- Myrcella was still on his mind. Somehow, someday, she'll love him.