A/N: If anyone knows the creator of the cover image of this story, please tell me. I would love to give them credit.
I bolt upright in bed with a gasp. I wrack my brain, trying to decipher my dream. It had to mean something. A soft knocking at my door distracts me and I lose track of the images. I just sit still trying to figure out whose been sent to help me to break my fast. It's a little game within our little family at this point. They knock and wait for me to guess who it is. Then I call for them to come in. Here, listen in.
"Well, it can't be Robb or Ned. The knock was too soft." See where I'm going with this? "Hmm. It's not Cat. She always does a pattern." I hear a slight sigh of annoyance. "Oh, come now Jon. That makes it too easy." I say. "Come in." I hear the door open and a slight chuckle as my nephew comes in and closer to the edge of my bed.
"Well, Aunt Ara, you're clever as ever." Jon says. "Are you ready for your morning meal?" He waits for a septa to help me into my dress for the day, then we are off.
"I'm starving." I say as I walk down the hallway with my arm through Jon's.
"As am I." My nephew replies.
"So, you're going to focus on archery with Bran today?" I ask.
"Of course." He says.
"Good. He needs the practice." We walk the rest of the way in silence. Once in the dining area, Jon helps me sit at the table and I hear Theon came to my side to help me get some food. "What are the choices today, Theon?" I ask him.
"It's all good." I hear the smile in his voice.
"Just give me the same food you have on your plate. I trust you won't lead my taste astray." He chuckles a little, and the rest of the family at the table joins in.
"Aunt Ara?" I hear the voice of my youngest niece ask.
"Yes, dear Arya?"
"Did you have to practice needlepoint when you were younger?" I laugh at the young girl's question.
"And how would you presume I do that?" I ask with a smile. "Surely I'd stick my fingers til' they fell off." I hear a slight laugh from Ned at the head of the table.
"How come I have to learn it then?" She asks.
"Can you see the hands you work with, child?" I ask, still smiling.
"Yes, but-"
"Then use those eyes to create something I never can." I tell her. "I'm truly jealous." I hear her huff from across the table. As I begin to eat the family stays silent. I can sense Bran's excitement for his training today. It's vibrating off of him like an earthquake. He rushes to eat the rest of the food on his plate before standing up.
"Can we go to the training grounds now?" He asks his older brother.
"Calm yourself, Bran." Robb tells him with a chuckle. "I haven't finished my food yet."
"Finish quickly. I want to start already." The eager boy says. Another stands and speaks to the boy.
"I'll get you started out there." I hear Jon say. "I'm finished eating anyway."
"I'll wait outside for you to finish Lady Ara." Theon tells me. I nod in response. Those two boys have had it the hardest in this family. Jon is the bastard son of my brother Ned, but I know the truth. He made me promise not to tell anyone. And Theon has been the ward of our family for most of his life. He was taken from the Greyjoys in the Iron Islands to keep his father from doing anything reckless.
I feel the glare of Catelyn directed at Jon. I hate it. I've wanted to tell her the truth about Jon for years, if only to stop her vile thoughts and angry glares for the boy. The excitement of the young boy spikes as he runs out of the dining area. I smile at his energy. Soon enough, Sansa and Arya finish their food and their Septa takes them to practice her needlework. Robb soon leaves after, bringing Rickon with him. With only Ned, Catelyn and I left in the dining area I finally remember some of what had been in my dream.
"Has the rider arrived yet?" I ask my brother.
"No." He answers with question in his voice. "Bad news? Or good?"
"All I know is that it's a guardsman coming from the hills." I say. Once we all finish our meals we head out to watch Bran practice his archery. Theon drapes my cloak around me before guiding me in the right direction, following Ned and Catelyn to the second floor landing. Raised above the ground in the comforting frosty air makes me smile. I hear the sound of an arrow flying through the air, but the satisfying sound of it hitting the target does not follow. That's not good. I hear Bran's brothers share a laugh.
"And which one of you was a marksman at ten?" Ned asks loud enough for them to hear.
"Keep practicing, Bran." I add. "You'll get it. And once you do, you won't be able to miss a single shot."
"Go on." Ned says to the boy. I hear the tension of the bow string as the boy aims towards the target. The tension doesn't release, but the sound of an arrow landing in the target is heard. I chuckle at my niece's accuracy and need to show up her brother. The boy releases the tension on the bow before chasing after his sister. The other brothers all laugh as Arya runs faster than Bran.
"Lord Stark!" I hear the voice of Rodrick shout as he comes towards us. We turn to address him. "My ladies." He says. I nod my head in response. "A guardsman just rode in from the hills." My vision was true. "They've captured a deserter from the Night's Watch." The man informs us. The words make me angry. My twin is in the Night's Watch. To think that someone would desert their duties was infuriating. I feel Ned's hand squeeze my shoulder to calm me down.
"Get the lads to saddle their horses." Ned tells Theon. I pat his hand to tell him he can go. "And get Ara's ready as well." With that, the boy was off.
"Do you have to?" Catelyn asks Ned.
"He swore and oath, Cat." He tells her.
"The law is law, my lady." Rodrick reasons with her.
"He needs to pay for his broken promise to defend the north." I add.
"Tell Bran he's coming too." Ned tells Rodrick. With that, the man walks away.
"Ned." Cat says to get his attention. "Ten is too young to see such things."
"He won't be a boy forever." He tells her. "And Winter is coming." He finishes. He offers his arm and I take it so he can lead me down to the horses. Theon helps me mount my mare, Vision. I named her as such as a sort of joke. She does have reigns for me to hold as I ride, but she is usually attached to another's horse who rides in front of or next to her. Usually Theon's horse. Today I'm attached to Jory's steed. We ride out to the hills where the man's judgement will be passed. After arriving, Jory helps me dismount before guiding me next to Ned. I hear the mumblings of the man to be judged for his crimes. They give me concern, but my thoughts of the man's actions don't change. "Ara, what do you see?" He asks me. I step forward and the man is led to stand before me. I place a hand on the side of his face. I feel his fear. I push myself to try and see what he has seen.
"It's awful." I start. I see the wildlings the man had been tracking. They were killed and dismembered by something. They were placed in a way that was meant to mean something, but I can't tell what. I see creatures that shouldn't exist. They should be a legend. "What he says is true." I tell those around us. I direct my next words to the man in front of me. "Did you at least warn them?" I ask. I feel the man's hesitation, and my fear morphs into anger. "How could you?" I ask through my teeth. Quickly, Ned grabs my shoulder and turns me to him, bringing me to his chest in a calming hug.
"I know I broke my oath." The man says. "And I know I'm a deserter. I should have gone back to the Wall and warned them, but...I saw what I saw. She saw what I saw." He says, directing some attention to me. "White Walkers. People need to know. If you can get word to my family...tell them I'm no coward. Tell them I'm sorry." Ned then gently hands me to Jory. He motions for the guardsmen to take the man to the chopping block where he will pay for his crimes. I hear the sheath of Ned's sword pulled away before Ned speaks.
"In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon," Ned starts. "The first of his name...King of the Andals and the First Men...Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, sentence you to die." Soon I hear the awful sound of the man's head being separated from his shoulders. Ned's sword is sheathed once again. He turns to Jory and I. "Take her back to rest." He orders.
"Yes, my lord." Jory replies before guiding me back to Vision and helping me mount her.
"Ara." I hear Ned call to me.
"Yes, brother."
"Have Maester Luwin send word to the Wall of what you saw, and what has been carried out here today." He tells me.
"Of course." I tell him. I was already planning to send word of exactly that. I wouldn't leave my other half up there with no news of what I just saw. It would be dangerous to do so. We leave after that. Jory and I are silent until something stops us. "What is it Jory?" I ask him.
"A stag, my lady." He informs me. "We should wait here for your brother." He says.
"What is wrong with it?" I ask.
"It's dead." He tells me. We wait for Ned and the rest of the men to catch up.
"Stay mounted, sister." I hear Ned say as he stops his horse next to me. He grabs my hand and squeezes is slightly before dismounting to investigate. I am only left alone for a short time before I hear the men and boys come back.
"How many did you find?" I call out to them.
"Six!" I hear Robb shout.
"It was meant to be." I say. "Can I hold one?" I ask.
"As you wish, dear aunt." I hear Robb reply. I hold out my hands and the small creature is placed within them. The soft fur calms me. Ned orders for us to continue on and we do just that. When we get back to Winterfell Robb takes the pup from my hands so Jory can help me dismount. Theon then takes over and leads me to Maester Luwin's chambers. I tell the old man what to write and he puts the words down on paper. As the old Maester secures the message on a crow's leg an image of a raven arriving in Winterfell flashes through my mind. It's from King's Landing carrying horrible news. I tell the Maester then leave, asking Theon to bring me back to my chambers. I need to rest. A knock at my door wakes me from my light sleep.
"Come in, Ned." I say as I sit up. "Is it news from King's Landing?" I ask.
"Yes." He says. He closes the door and comes closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Jon Arryn is dead." He tells me. I feel tears force their way down my cheeks. He was a good man. What could have happened to him.
"How?" I ask. Ned reaches a hand up to my face to wipe away the tears.
"A fever." he tells me. "They said it worked quickly through him."
"Was there any other news?" I ask trying to get my mind off the death of a good man.
"Yes, Robert is headed this way with the queen and the rest of the family." He tells me.
"Hardly good news." I say. "It means you'll leave."
"What makes you say that?" he asks me. I laugh darkly.
"You forget who I am, brother. What I am." I say. "I know the true intensions of those around me. Of those I've known a good portion of my life. I know Robert. I know what he wants to do while here, and I know he'll succeed."
"We'll see about that." He replies with a smile. "You should be happy about the Lannister's coming here." He says trying to distract me from the bad news. "You seem to be fond of a few of those lions." His words make me smile and almost forget my tears. "I still don't understand how a wolf can get along with lions, especially those ones."
"I'm friendly is all." I tell him. My words draw a slight chuckle from his lips.
"Don't I know it." He smiles.
About a month has gone by, and today I know they'll be here. King Robert and his family will arrive today, and am more excited than I have been in quite a while. I haven't seen my lion friends in years. As Theon leads me around I hear the bustling of everyone getting ready for the royal family to arrive. At the base of a wall I stop and send Theon to get cleaned up and ready for the royal arrival. I touch the wall and know that Bran has been here.
"Bran!" I call to the boy. "Can you see them yet?" I ask.
"Not yet." He replies from far above me. I smile. Always the adventurous one. "Wait! I see them!"
"Hurry down, then." I tell him. I hear his small feet scuffling across the stone of the wall. His grip was true.
"Brandon!" Catelyn calls to her son from behind me.
"I saw the king. He's got hundreds of people." The boy says as he makes his way down the wall.
"How many times have I told you no climbing?" My sister-in-law reprimands the boy.
"But he's coming right now, down our road." The boy informs as he finally makes his way to the solid ground. Catelyn walks over to the boy.
"I want you to promise me, no more climbing." The woman says to her child, but I laugh.
"I promise." The boy says.
"Him keeping that promise is as likely as me being able to see, dear sister." I tell her.
"Perhaps, but I have to try." She says with a smile. "Run and find your father." She tells Bran. "Tell him the king is close." The boy runs off to do as his mother asked. Catelyn turns to me. "Come, Ara. Time to greet the royal family." She takes my hand and leads me to the entrance where we would receive the royal family. The rest of our family is standing in a line to wait for his grace to finally arrive. I stand to the left of Catelyn with Rickon at her hip. "Where's Arya?" I hear her say from beside me.
"She'll be here in time." I tell her. "Don't worry." Soon, I hear the labored breaths of the small girl running towards us. Ned grabs her before she runs past him.
"Hey hey hey hey." He says.
"Ohh." Arya mumbles in disappointed.
"What are you doing with that on?" Ned asks her as he takes the helmet from her head. "Go on." He tells her. She then makes her way next between Bran and Sansa. The sound of hooves on the ground becomes louder until the sound permeates the area we're all standing in. Jaime, Joffrey, and the Hound enter on their horses before the rest of the family enters with their guards. How do I know this? I just have feelings and make assumptions on those feelings. Most of the time those feelings are correct. Once the king enters, Catelyn pats my arm to warn me and I take a knee as a sign of respect to the king. He walks over to Ned and Cat taps my arm to tell me to stand. I do so as the king begins to speak. "Your Grace." Ned says.
"You've got fat." The king replies. A smile grows on my face. I remember Robert's strange sense of humor. It always confused me, but I can tell when he's joking and when he isn't. Soon the deep chuckle of the king built to a hearty laugh. Some of the court joined in. "Cat." He greets cheerfully, giving a hug to Catelyn.
"Your Grace." She replies returning the hug. He ruffles Rickon's hair before moving on to me.
"Dear Ara." He says as he grabs my hand. "Even more beautiful than the last time I saw you." He brings my hand to his mouth to kiss it softly. I feel the scruff of his beard on my fingers.
"You've gotten hairier since the last time I was in your presence, Your Grace." He laughs again and moves back to Ned. I try to pay attention, but I feel the gaze of a certain knighted lion fixed on me. "Take care not to stare to long, Ser Jaime. Some would get the wrong idea." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear me. As I hear a slight chuckle fall from his lips I hear Arya ask where Tyrion is. Not in those exact words, but I too was wondering where the small lion was. "That reminds me." I whisper to Jaime again. "Where is Tyrion?" I ask him. I hear him shift his weight on his steed as he dismounts.
"He took a detour as soon as we entered the walls of Winterfell." His smooth voice finally sounds. I have been craving that voice to grace my ears for what seems like centuries. "I'll retrieve him later. You can come with me if you like." He tells me as he removes his helmet. I laugh quietly at that.
"You've got to be joking." I tell him. "Just make sure he makes it to the feast tonight."
"Done, my lady." He says through the smile on his face.
"That's Jaimie Lannister, the queen's twin brother." I hear Arya say.
"Would you please shut up?" Sansa asked her sister with an annoyed inflection in her voice.
"Aunt Ara says that they're nothing alike, though." Arya continues. There is a brief bit of silence only filled with the steps of the other Lannister twin.
"My queen." Ned greets her.
"My queen." Catelyn repeats. I say nothing, hoping she won't see me and just move on. I hear Jaime clear his throat telling me to greet his sister.
"My queen." I say as I curtsey to her.
"Take me to your crypt." Robert tells Ned. "I want to pay my respects."
"We've been riding for a month, my love." The queen tells him. "Surely the dead can wait." The king ignores her, of course.
"Ned." He says. Both men head to the crypt to pay respects to my dead sister Lyanna. Robert loved her greatly. Another silence ensues until Arya asks where Tyrion is again. The queen comes over to Jaime.
"Where is our brother?" She asks him. "Go and find the little beast." She quickly walks away and Catelyn leads the queen inside to warm up.
"Ser Jaime?" I ask to get his attention.
"Yes, my lady?"
"I think I'll go into town to find Tyrion with you after all." I tell him.
"My lady." I hear Theon harshly whispers.
"Theon. I can handle myself." I tell them.
"Shall we get going, lady Ara?" Jaime asks.
"Certainly." I say. "Go get my horse ready, Theon."
"Nonsense. That would take too long, my lady. Just ride with me." He suggests. "You can sit in front of me." I giggle as I walk carefully forward waiting for Jaime to help me.
"You best not make a move on me, ser knight." I joke with him. He grabs me around the waist and lifts me up and onto his horse as carefully as he can. I'm not a light weight woman, but I'm nod large either. Once firmly in the saddle, Jaime cautiously mounts and settles behind me. He grabs the reigns.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He whispers in my ear with a smirk and I giggle once again.
"My lady, will you need your walking stick?" Theon asks.
"I think I'll be fine." I tell him. "I'll be back before you know it." With those words Jaime urges his steed forward and we ride into the city. "There's only one place I can think he'll go." I tell Jaime as we trot along. I tell him the landmarks Theon has told me about to guide him to the only brothel in Winterfell.
"I believe we're here, lady Ara." Jaime informs as we slow to a stop. "I assume you don't want the sounds of the place penetrating your virgin ears." I wave him off.
"I know what sex sounds like." I tell him. "I shall go with you. Perhaps my presence will make the short man feel guilty and come back with us."
"I wouldn't count on it." Jaime chuckles as he dismounts. He then helps me do the same. I link my arm with his and we walk towards where Tyrion is most likely spending his time. Gradually the sound of moaning women grows louder in my ears. "Sounds like we're going the right way."
"Of course we are." I reply.
"You sound a bit uncomfortable, my lady." Jaime says with a smile.
"What virgin wouldn't be?" I ask.
"Well, I offered for you to stay with the horse."
"True, but coming along seemed more fun than waiting with the horse." I smile.
"Will you at least wait outside the room?" Jaime asks.
"Why?" I ask. "It's not like I'll see anything." I giggle.
"Please? For me?" He pleads.
"Fine." I reluctantly agree.
"I think this is it." He says. He places me next to the door as he just opens said door and enters without knocking. "Don't get up." I hear Jaime say to the occupants of the room.
"My Lord." I hear a female's voice.
"Should I explain to you the meaning of a closed door in a whorehouse, brother?" I hear Tyrion's voice this time and an involuntary smile comes to my face.
"You have much to teach me, no doubt," Jaime replies. "But our sister craves your attention." I hear the door close and it startles me a bit. I almost shout out to the knight, but I stop myself. Instead I focus on my hearing so I know what is being said in the room.
"She has odd cravings, our sister." Tyrion replies.
"A family trait." Jaime admits. "Now the Starks are feasting us at sundown. Don't leave me alone with these people."
"That's not true." Tyrion tells him. "No doubt Ara will be there to keep you sane. Plus, I've begun the feast a bit early. And this is the first of many courses."
"I thought you might say that." Jaime tells him. "But since we're short on time..." The door opens and Jaime gently takes my hand to lead me inside.
"My lady." The woman says in shock.
"If you're trying to cover up, don't worry." I say. "It's not like I even know what I look like."
"This isn't fair." I hear Tyrion say.
"I'm hurt, Tyrion." I tell him. "I was hoping we would receive each other in a less lecherous venue. After all, you'll be here quite a while. I'm sure you'll make your way through all the women working here many times over. Yet, you could not find the time to say hello to your dear friend from the north first?" I ask in mock hurt.
"I'm sorry, my lady." Tyrion seems to actually feel guilty.
"Ugh, never call me that." I say to him. "It sounds awful coming from you."
"Lady Ara, then?" He asks.
"Better." I smile. "I expect you to be at the feast at sundown. If you aren't there I will stop being your friend forever."
"I doubt that." I hear Jaime whisper under his breath.
"Finish quickly, Lord Tyrion." I say with a sly smirk. "I keep my promises. Plus, who knows what'll happen between Jaime and I with wine and ale flowing into our cups constantly tonight." I chuckle.
"You wouldn't want to miss that, now would you brother?" Jaime says from behind me.
"I wouldn't want to miss that possibility for the world." Tyrion chuckles.
"It's decided then." I say. "We'll see you at sundown." I think about that for a second. "Well, Jaime will, at least." I joke.
"Come, Ara." Jaime says in my ear. "I should get you back before your family thinks I've killed you." I laugh at his works.
"But you're the Kingslayer, not the Oracleslayer." I say as he gently guides me out the door.
"Close the door!" Tyrion yells to us. Jaime reaches to the door and closes it before leading me back to the horse with our arms linked. We ride back and end up walking the halls, just talking about random things that have happened since we were last in each other's presence. We shared some laughs, and I felt like everything was right. But I feel like a piece of me is still missing.
Later, at the feast, Jaime leads me to a table and tells me he'll go look for Tyrion. The sounds of the many people celebrating makes me happy. I close my eyes and take in the warmth of the room.
"You look awfully lonely, sister." The voice in my ear causes me to jump up and engulf the man the words came from in a tight hug. He returns the hug with equal intensity.
"I missed you, Benjen." I say, still holding onto him as tight as I can.
"I missed you too." He tells me. I don't want to let go. "Your grips gotten tighter." He laughs.
"Only because of the things that boy saw." I whisper to him with my arms still around his neck. "I worry about you every day."
"I know." He replies. "Such is the life of a man of the Night's Watch." I let go of him only to rest my forehead on his chest.
"I wish you could stay in Winterfell forever." I say. "I know you can't, but it would be so much easier on my nerves."
"I'm sure it would." He lifts my chin up with a finger and plants a kiss on my forehead. "I'll stay until the king leaves." His words make me so happy I can't even contain my joy. "There's that smile I was looking for." He says with a smile. "Now, I must go greet the rest of the family." With that, my twin leaves me to wait for my friend to come back. I listen to the events happening around me. King Robert is acting as lecherous as ever, Sansa is fawning over Prince Joffrey, and Arya is causing trouble.
"Your brother Ned will be an interesting neighbor soon." I hear Jaime say as he sits with me and sets a cup of wine in front of me. I find it by sliding my hand across the table top.
"I bet he will be." I say solemnly as I bring the cup to my mouth.
"Sad to see your brother go?" He asks me.
"He's the last of my siblings that I am around on a daily basis. My eldest brother and sister are dead. My twin is a member of the Night's Watch. All I have is Ned." I tell him.
"I forgot that you were a twin, too." He says. It causes me to smirk a little. "Well, you could always come back to King's Landing with us. I'm sure having an oracle around wouldn't be such a bad thing.
"Chances are I would drown in the treachery that goes on there." I admit. "I'd rather be some sort of support for Winterfell and my family which will stay here."
"As you wish." I take another sip of wine when I realize something.
"You said you were going to find Tyrion." I say to Jaime. "Did the little lecher keep his promise to be here?" I smile. Jaime lets out a chuckle.
"Of course he is." Came the answer. "He's staying as close as he can to the wine." I giggle at that. We talk and drink for a while, but once I feel the wine taking effect and making me a bit drowsy I ask for Jaime to guide me back to my bed chambers. "Here we are, lady Ara." He says. "I hope you have a good rest tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." He goes to walk away, but I call out to him.
"Jaime!" His footsteps stop. "How am I supposed to get dressed and in bed on my own?"
"I'll get someone to help you." He says.
"Don't bother them." I say. "They are celebrating like everyone else. Why don't you help me?" There is a pause of uncertainty between us. "It's not like I'm asking you to bed me." I joke to clear the awkwardness. "You only have to help me take my dress off. I have a slip under that I sleep in." I hear a resigned sigh come from my friend before he walks back to me.
"Let's get this over with then." He says as I lead him into my bed chamber. I count the steps to the foot of my bed, then I run my hand along the edge to get to the side I usually sleep on. I hear the door close and then Jaime's footsteps following me. He grabs my shoulders and gently turns me away from him. His fingers slowly undo the lacing in the back. He pauses as his fingers reach the laces near the small of my back. He clears his throat and backs away. "Are you able to take care of the rest?" He asks. I smile as I turn towards where I believe him to be.
"Yes." I answer. "You've been a great help." I giggle and drop my dress to pool around my feet. I hear a slight crash before he stutters his next words.
"S-sleep well, Ara." I giggle at his nervousness.
"Oh, I will, Ser Jaime." I hear my door open and then close before getting in bed and under the warm fur blankets. Soon I fall asleep. I dream of something horrible happening to Bran at the hands of the friend whom had just helped me.
I wake suddenly and think about what I had just seen in my dream. I need to speak with my nephew and Jaime. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and know whom is at my door before they even touch it.
"Benjen." I call to him. "I need to talk to Bran." The door to my room opens and closes before I hear my twin's sure footsteps. He opens my wardrobe to fetch me a dress before coming over to help me into it.
"I'm sure you could talk to the boy at our morning meal. Hands up." He answers as he puts my dress on over my head. The warm fabric feels nice against my soft skin. Once my arms are through the sleeves Benjen gently turns me around, Like Jaime did last night, and laced up the back of my dress.
"Right."
"Is something wrong?" He asks as he finishes with my dress.
"Just some cautionary information for our young nephew." With that, Benjen and I head to the dining hall to break our fast. The usual family conversation happens, but I don't get a real chance to talk to Bran until he almost runs out of the room. "Bran!" I call to the boy.
"Yes, aunt Ara?" He asks.
"Come over here so I can tell you something." The boy walks over and waits for me to speak. "I need you to not do any more climbing while the king and his family are here."
"Why?" He asks.
"I just don't want you getting hurt." I tell him as I tousle his hair.
"Fine." He sighs before running out.
"You know he's going to do the opposite of what you just told him." I hear Ned tell me. If that's the case, I really need to speak with Jaime. At the end of the meal I ask Theon to hand me my walking stick. He does as I ask and goes to spend the rest of the day with Robb and Jon. The rest of the day I try to find my friend.
"And where is the blind wolf wandering to today?" I hear Tyrion say from behind me.
"Why don't you guess little man." I answer with a smile as I stop in my tracks.
"I would guess that you are looking for my brother."
"You know me so well." I giggle. "Do you happen to know where he's gone off too?"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot help you with that, dear Ara." He answers me.
"Too bad. I really needed to speak to him about something important."
"You look worried." I can hear the concern in his voice.
"I fear he will do something that will be very difficult for me to forgive." I tell him.
"Have you told anyone?"
"You are the first." I answer. "I was on my way to find Jaime to warn him against the actions."
"Could you tell me what you were going to tell Jaime?" He asks me. "What will he do?"
"I'm not sure. My visions aren't always clear." I hear shouts and panicked shouting coming closer to the Stark home. Their words bring tears to my eyes. Bran was hurt and unconscious. They were saying he fell from the abandoned tower on the outskirts of Winterfell. "How could this have happened?" I whisper to myself. Suddenly, my dream makes sense now. "Jaime caused this." I whisper only loud enough for Tyrion to hear.
"I'm so sorry, Ara." He tells me.
"Next time you see him, tell him I never want to be in his presence again." With that, I guide myself with my walking stick to where they are bringing Bran. I hope my nephew is okay.
A/N: Just wanted to get this out so I would remember my idea for this story next time I come back to it. I have a lot of stories going on right now that I can't keep up with, but when I get ideas for new stories I can't stop thinking about it.
Anyways, I would love to hear what you guys think about it so far. I know there is only one chapter right now, but I believe that you can understand her relationships with her family and friends. I look forward to reading the reviews if I get any.
And again, if anyone knows the creator of the image I used for my story cover, I would love to know so I can credit them.