The winter was here for such a long time. Bran still could remember the scent of warm home. And now even more. He rolled with his eyes and there he was - in
the house of Stark with the new king of the North, his brother Jon Snow.
Even now when Bran knew the truth about Jon, he was still his brother, because for Bran the father was the one who raised you. And the both of them were
raised by Eddard Stark.
Next to him was their sister Sansa. She looked from her place the throne in which Jon was sitting and talking about the upcoming battle. What he didn't k now
is that the war is coming - the biggest war ever seen - The Great War! Bran knew that and he was concerned. He was concerned that he'll never see Jon, Arya
or Sansa ever again. Like he knew that Arya is on her way home. That she'll reunite with her siblings. That she'll fight on his brother's side with the sword that
he gave to her a long time ago. He also knew that their parents , as well as his brothers Robb and Riccon, were there. He could see them.
As well like he could see the young reddish woman standing by Jon's side and always watching over him. He didn't know who she was but, by the way she
looked at Jon and supporting him, Bran was sure that she was someone very important in Jon's life.
But that was all he could see right now. Being a medium was the biggest bless and the biggest curse at the same time.
In one thing he was sure - when a mysterious woman with a golden hair sits at the Iron Throne - the winter will be finally over and he'll be with his family,
whenever that was.