I am not very good at writing fanfiction based in the middle ages, but I really like Bran. This is a series of one shots of Bran and Meera. Thank you for reading. This all comes from "A Clash of Kings" because that is as far as I have read so far. My library doesn't have "A Storm of Swords" so it will be a while before I get that one.
Disclaimer: I don't own "A Song of Ice and Fire" all characters and their stories are copyrighted to their author George R. R. Martin. No disrespect was meant here. This is purely fan made.
Saving Kisses!
One: Betrothed!
Meera Reed. Even her name was pretty. Bran watched her from his window as she played games with the Walders, Rickon, and Beth Cassel. He wanted to be down there with them—with her. He wondered if he would be betrothed to her if his father were alive. No, it would be Robb; he was her age and the heir of Winterfell, now King in the North.
Bran frowned. He had to push the idea from his mind. He would not be able to marry. He was broken. Without the use of his legs he would make a poor husband. The thought hurt more than the fall from the tower.
"She is a pretty girl," Maester Luwin said.
Bran blushed. He had been distracted and never saw Maester Luwin enter.
"I was keeping an eye on them because that is my duty as a prince to watch out for my people," said Bran.
He knew Maester Luwin saw through his lie, though neither of them acknowledged it.
"Yes, my prince, it is," Maester Luwin told Bran.
He had come to tend to Bran since Hodor was cleaning the stables. Bran stared out the window while Maester Luwin chose clothes for him. He watched Meera twirl a strand of her long hair around her finger.
"Would I be able to marry?" Bran asked as Maester Luwin dressed him in a white satin tunic, grey breeches, and a leather jerkin with the dire wolf of Stark on the breast.
Bran had been taught how babes were made, and he knew that he would never be able to father sons, but what he never understood was why that stopped him from marrying. Did anyone marry for love rather than duty?
"You are a prince, Bran; you can do as you please."
Bran knew that was a lie. It would please him to walk again, and that was never going to happen. Bran thought of Meera. Could she love a cripple?
"Is something else troubling you, Bran?" Maester Luwin asked when Bran had quieted.
"Is Meera betrothed to anyone?" Bran asked.
Maester Luwin smiled. He moved to the window to sit beside Bran. His heavy chain clinked as he walked.
"No, Bran, is she not."
"She's a woman grown now. Whose duty is it to arrange a marriage for her?" Bran asked.
"Usually her father, the Lord of the castle, or the king," Maester Luwin said.
"Her father is not here, and neither is Robb. I am Lord of Winterfell now, it's my duty then," Bran said.
"Yes, Bran, that is your duty. Would you like me to get a parchment and make the arrangements? Theon Greyjoy would be a good match for Meera," Maester Luwin said.
"No need to make arrangements. Meera will not be marrying Theon Greyjoy. She will not be marrying anyone," Bran said, staring at her from his window. Her hair blowing in the wind reminded him of Arya. He smiled.
If I can't have her no one can, Bran thought.
"Very well, Bran, may I get anything else for you?" asked Maester Luwin.
Bran had not heard him. He smiled, for a moment, for Bran's innocence. The smile vanished quickly for Bran's fate. He will never walk again, and he will never be able to father sons. Maester Luwin left Bran to his dreams.