Game of Thrones: In the Heart of the Storm

Chapter 12, a short chapter revealing something important, enjoy.

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Truth Revealed

Bran couldn't deny he was worried; it had been a few weeks now since Arya's nameday and things looked like they couldn't be better. The wedding was approaching, along with plans for Arya's and Gendry's afterwards. But that just reminded him of his worries.

'Meera, she's been, acting strange lately and, and...she's been ill...' He recalled. 'Jojen told me he heard her throwing up this morning...'

He shook his head, worrying all over again. Wondering fretfully if something was wrong with Meera, with the woman he loved. It was at that point he saw her emerging from the castle, looking pale.

"Meera." He called out as he approached her.

She started and then saw him and, to his surprise, looking worried.

"Oh, Bran..." She began, sounding hesitant.

"What is it?" He asked, concerned.

She bit her lip and looked around. "Can we talk somewhere else...privately?"

That surprised him all the more but he agreed and, hoping they wouldn't be seen, allowed her to lead them to wherever she had in mind. Normally he hated people pushing the chair, when he was capable of moving it himself, but as Meera was leading the way, and knew where they were going, he made an exception. Especially since she was clearly distressed about something.

When Meera finally stopped, Bran bit his lip, blushing, when he realized where they were. They were in the Godswood, in the exact same place they had made love that time.

"Meera?"

He watched as she walked over to the Heart Tree, looking up at it and then, reached out to touch the tree.

"It's, it's only right I tell you, here." She explained.

Bran was beginning to get a sneaking suspicion he knew what was going on suddenly. "Meera, are you…?"

She let out a slow sigh and turned to him. "Bran I...I'm sorry, I've just made things, harder for us. You remember when we..."

"Of course I do, Meera, are you telling me that..." He replied at once.

With a shaky breath she nodded. "Yes, I spoke to Maester Luwin...I'm with child Bran...When we, I..."

She was clearly at a loss for what else to say. But for Bran, she didn't need to say anymore.

"Gods Meera, I...I didn't expect, so soon." He gasped, but then smiled.

She shook her head. "What are you smiling for?"

He laughed softly. "We're going to be parents, the two of us, together, why shouldn't I be happy."

"I...I guess that's true but..." Meera replied. "But your family, the wedding, one of the...rules, remember."

Bran sighed, he guessed this was what was bothering her.

Still he knew right away what his response would be.

"Meera, I love you, that won't ever change...If my family aren't happy, I'm sorry but...I'm standing with you, no matter what they say." He told her. "We have to tell them, at some point, soon...But no matter what, we will face this together and we will be happy together, I'm sure of it."

She stared at him in amazement before a small smile worked it's way onto her face. "Another of your...visions?"

"No, not this time." He admitted.

To her, that just made it all the more special and, after they shared a warm, loving kiss, they began to make their way back. Once back they spotted something which gave Meera hope, that the Starks might at least listen to what they had to say before making any decisions.

She recalled after all, how accepting they had been of Arya and Gendry and now, the two of them could be seen. Working together in the forge, Gendry actually teaching Arya how to make a sword, the two of them under Mikken's watchful eye.

Yes, there was hope, they just had to grasp it and be ready for whatever came their way.


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