"Bran, could you rest for a bit? You've been at it for hours. Not even the three-eyed raven…"

"I'm now the three-eyed raven, Meera. Thank you for being here with me. It means a lot for me, truly. But now, I need to see more. To see the truth."

"As you wish, Bran."

She hugged him. Bran loved her very much but now, there was no time for love or for his feelings. Now he had to see what happened next. He touched the weirwood. Again, a swirling sensation transported him in a small forest with a large castle nearby. Bran looked at the castle and his heart filled with sadness as he gazed upon Winterfell, his home. After a short walk, he entered the castle's courtyard. It was full of people. While some of them were complete strangers to him, there were others that Bran recognized, such as Old Nan and Hodor… Thinking about Hodor made Bran's heart bleed but seeing him… Even more so. After a few moments of admiring Winterfell's courtyard, he entered the castle proper. Growing up there, Bran knew every corner of the imposing seat of the Starks. He went straight for the lord's bedroom. Two men, one of whom Bran recognized from an earlier vision as his grandfather, Rickard Stark and a tall and fat maester with a huge chain around his neck. Bran noticed the man's eyes. They were much more different than those of Luwin. They were gray and cold. His grandfather spoke:

"I'm fine, Walys, it's just a scratch. You know, I feel quite proud of Benjen. He managed to hurt my hand with just his practice sword. He will grow up to be a great warrior, I am sure!"

"It's better to be safe than sorry. Let me bandage it, my lord. As for young Benjen, he told me that he would like to take the black one day!"

Rickard Stark sighed:

"My son thinks that the Night's Watch is the same glorious order as in songs and ballads. An order where young knights and proud warriors entered to protect the realms of men… But if this is his desire, I would not go against it. Maybe he'll make Lord Commander one day. Walys, where is Lyanna? She was supposed to be in her chambers, searching for a dress for the wedding. I've been there before sparring with Benjen and she wasn't there."

"Ah, you know the young lady, probably she rides her horse. She would be home soon."

"I'd rather have her here instead of wandering on horseback. We should depart as soon as possible to reach Riverrun in time for the wedding."

Walys finished up with bandaging Lord Rickard's hand and left the room. Bran then decided to leave too and try to find his aunt. After leaving Winterfell, he noticed three cloaked figures on horseback watching the castle from atop a hill.

They must be them…

Bran appeared behind the three riders, one of the perks of being the three-eyed raven is the ability to move instantaneously inside those visions. Soon, a fourth rider arrived before them and spoke with a firm voice:

"Who are you? You aren't father's bannermen. What are you doing here?"

It was a woman, beautiful, with dark brown hair, resembling very much with Arya, Bran's sister. The boy knew she was Lyanna Stark.

A soft voice was heard from one of the three, the rider in the middle:

"Always willful, flower of the North…"

Lyanna was left speechless and a tear was quickly flowing on her cheek. The rider took off his hood and his locks of silver hair emerged. His purple eyes feasted on her, seeing her for the strong and beautiful woman she was. It started to snow, a summer snow, like many in the North. Prince Rhaegar approached Lyanna and took out a blue winter rose from underneath his cloak:

"A flower for another flower."

Lyanna got down from her horse and ran towards Rhaegar. They hugged and then he kissed her lips.

"Where did you get this flower… Blue winter roses are so rare…"

"I have my own means."

"My prince…"

Prince Rhaegar's companions revealed themselves as Arthur Dayne and Oswell Whent. The latter told the prince:

"Should we leave you alone?"

"There is no time, Ser Oswell. My lady, I came here with the intention to bask in your brilliant beauty but now that I've seen you again after so much time… Would you like to come with me?"

Both Kingsguard knights gasped hearing that. A faint smile appeared on Bran's face. Now he knew his aunt wasn't kidnapped.

"There is nothing more I would like in this world but… What about Robert? I am supposed to marry him! I can't just leave like this. You know how he is. He will go to the edge of the world to find me!"

"The lady speaks the truth, prince Rhaegar."

"Do you think the truth matters as much as love matters, Ser Arthur? My lady, what kind of life you would have at Storm's End? With a husband known throughout the Seven Kingdoms for his lechery and drunkenness? A flower cannot thrive in a stormy land, but somewhere with sun and plenty of light."

"I don't know…"

"Please, allow me to erase your doubts!"

Rhaegar kissed Lyanna again. This time, their kiss lasted longer. Lyanna would have wanted it to never end, to stay there in the arms of her prince forever but suddenly, a shout was heard. One of Lyanna's handmaids approached:

"What is this?! My lady, what…?"

Rhaegar Targaryen approached her:

"Hush now, my lady. I am prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen. I've come here to take lady Lyanna with me."

"Where? With all due respect, prince Rhaegar, this is folly! Lord Rickard would never allow it! My lady, come with me to Winterfell! You must leave for Lord Brandon's wedding. Lord Rickard commanded me to bring you back…"

"He must not find out, not until we leave the North!"

"By the gods, my lady… Do you realize what are you doing?"

"Yes, Merry. I leave with the man I love. Please, swear to me by the gods that you won't tell father, please!"

"But, lady Lyanna…"

"Please!"

Lyanna's eyes were tearful. She clearly loved prince Rhaegar. Merry sighed:

"As you wish, my lady. I swear I won't tell Lord Rickard that you left with prince Rhaegar. But know this… Your act, it may be out of love, but it will have consequences."

"I know and I'm ready for them."

Without saying another word, Rhaegar and Lyanna, alongside the two Kingsguard, departed, galloping at breakneck speed. Merry was left behind.

Bran returned to the real world. Meera's face was the first thing he saw. He smiled at her:

"Judging your face, you saw something interesting, didn't you?"

"More than interesting. But I must find more! It seems that our history is full of lies and misinformation."

"Like any other!"

"I must rest for a bit. After I wake up, I will find out more!"