A/N: Well here goes at an attempt to write my first GOT FF. SO this is AU with major spoilers for S6/E10. After Bran Discovers that Myrcella has died he accidentally brings her past self to the present. This will also deal with Jon's story line after the tower of joy incident and also his status as king in the north and Dany's arrival in Westeros. Hope you enjoy.

Winter Has Come:

SO Hear Us Roar

Chapter One: The Return of the Princess

Winterfell

Day of the King's Feast

Princess Myrcella Baratheon of Westeros was sitting next to her youngest brother Tomman and the Stark' s youngest Rickon enjoying all of the feast had to offer from deer to the salads that the cooks had put together wonderfully.

"How can you deal with it always being this cold?" Myrcella heard Tomman ask Rickon.

T he youngest Stark boy shrugged his shoulders in response. "I guess you get used to it."

Myrcella continued to look around the Nordic keep. Though it was made of stone and wood and the outside made it look as cold and barren as the lands around it. The inside however was surprisingly warm and welcoming. Though she loved the Red Keep in the Capital she wouldn't mind staying a fortnight in the Starks Keep.

"So what's a Southern Princess do to keep herself entertained for a month's journey on the Kingsroad?" A new voice asked the Princess in a snarky tone.

Turning her head, she saw the second oldest legitimate son of house Stark standing behind her. Brandon or Bran as she heard many of the others call the 10-year-old. Standing up to meet the older boy eye to eye. "It really doesn't concern you but if you have to know I like to read with uncle Tyrion and play with my dolls.

Raising his hands up in defeat he signed, "I was just askin'."

Queen Cersei looked over to her daughter with a look of approval. Myrcella smiled back to her mother before sitting back down next to Tomman and Bran sat down next to little Rickon. Bran sat in silence stealing glances at Myrcella though she pretended not to notice and silently ate her dinner and listened to her brother and Rickon make small talk while Myrcella would look over to Joffery making 'lovey dovey' faces to Sansa Stark and she would return them. 'That poor girl, if only she knew what she was in for.' Myrcella thought to herself.

Looking over to the far end of the hall she saw her mother eating, her father drinking… as usual and making loud conversation to Lord Eddard Stark.

Brandon Stark couldn't figure out why he was doing this, if his father or mother caught him better yet the King or Queen. Bran shuddered at the thought of the Queen catching him. But he had to do this he would never be able to muster the courage to do this with all of the kingdom around in the morning he had to talk to her. Luck would have it though the Princess was staying on the third floor so he could easily climb up there. 'Hopefully she will still be awaked.' Bran thought as he climbs past the second floor and peeked through the Princess' window to see her reading a book at the desk in the far corner.

Figuring knocking on the window would be better than opening it up and jumping through would be easier and less likely to get himself killed he softly rapped his balled up fist on the window. Still sitting not hearing the noise. He tried again harder and she jumped up in surprise at the sudden noise.

After her sudden shock the princess gathered her composure and slowly walked over to the window. Bran smiled at the nine-year-old princess as she opened the window with a frown on her face and staring at Bran.

"What do you want?" Myrcella hissed at Bran.

The ten-year-old smirked at the blonde. "I just wanted to um, apologize for my rudeness earlier." Bran said with Myrcella helping him climb through the window.

Myrcella's eyes widened at the Stark boy's apology. "Thank-you Brandon, I shouldn't have snapped at you. But why are you climbing the walls, you could have knocked at the door?"

Bran shrugged his shoulders, "Your parents posted guards, I wouldn't think they would let a boy into your chambers at this time at night."

Myrcella laughed at his excuse. "You are so right, mother most likely would have instructed the guards to kill anyone on sight if they even walked down the hallway."

Bran looked around the guest chambers one final time noticing all the books and parchment with fresh ink drying on it. "So I guess you weren't lying when you said that you like to read with Lord Tyrion."

Myrcella looked over to the stack of books she had piled up. "My uncle says the best rulers are the ones that are informed and intelligent. I want to lead the way he does… or at least once too. I've seen the way he talks about politics, though mother wishes to see him dead for some reason." Myrcella rambled. "Sorry, didn't mean to go on, but it's true, when uncle Tyrion isn't drinking and whoring he can be a very smart man, even when he is drunk he's far more intelligent than over half of Kings Landing."

Bran just stared at the princess as she told her stories. Eventually the blonde gave a loud yawn. "I'll let you get some sleep; I hope to see you tomorrow?" Bran asked and headed to the window.

Myrcella ran up behind the dark haired boy. "Thanks again Brandon, and yes I would like to see you again. And be careful." Myrcella called after him. He flashed a smirk back to the Baratheon.

Tower of Joy

Present Day

Brandon Stark couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. His father had lied to him, to his brothers and sisters, to his mother, to Jon. His real name wasn't even Jon, Jaehaerys Targaryen, his father was Rhaegar Targaryen and his mother was Bran's aunt Lyanna Stark. That made Jon Bran's cousin and that also made Jon the Mad King's grandson. Bran just stared at his father hold baby Jon as he started to cry at the sudden loss of contact from his now dead mother.

Bran stood there for a few more moments as the scenery started to change and he was staring at a tall blonde haired man with a golden hand and a blonde girl no older than fifteen or sixteen.

"I'm glad that you are my father." The girl said and tightly hugged her father and the man was hesitant to hug her back. The two parted for a moment and the girl just smiled at her father. Then slowly blood started to drip from her nose and she looked to be having a seizure.

"Myrcella! Myrcella!" The father cried as Bran suddenly realized who the two were. Jamie Lannister and Princess Myrcella.

Running up next to her and leaning down Bran started crying "No, it's not fair, please don't die, Myrcella wake up!" Holding her hand Bran continued to cry the same words. After another minute of pleading with the old gods and the new everything started to turn white and the snow covered land scape came into view. Rolling over Bran saw Meera leaning over a figure in a long pink dress.

"Bran, what the Hell did you just do!" Meera Reed yelled at her traveling companion.

Crawling over to Meera he saw what she meant. Lying face up the snow was Myrcella Baratheon, sleeping peacefully.

"BRAN!" Meera yelled, "what did you do?" She yelled again.

"I saw her dyeing and I just yelled and pleaded for her to survive and next thing I know I'm waking up in the present and she's hear." Bran explained while Meera wrapped Marcella in an extra cloak Benjen had given the pair.

"You don't think I pulled her out of time, do you?" Bran asked Meera who sighed.

"I don't know Bran, I don't know."

A/N: I hope you liked please review if you have any idea's.

May the Force be with you cause Winter has come.