Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 28 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.


Bran

Bran smiled lightly to himself; while still worried about his sisters, he was glad to have his father back, with his mother and brother back too, things seemed calmer. He was growing more accustomed to living his new life, not being able to use his legs. He was currently riding in the basket on Hodor's back again, heading through the Godswood. He wasn't alone too; Meera and Jojen Reed were with him.

It was thanks to them he was smiling, thanks to his fast friendship with them. They treated him like a person, from the moment they met him, he instantly took a liking to them, therefore he had to admit, he was worried about them, having heard of them being attacked by bandits on the way to Winterfell.

"I'm glad you two were able to make it here safely…After what happened." He said softly.

They both smiled and Meera replied. "I know, it was lucky, if Taren hadn't shown up, Gods…"

She shuddered and Bran bit his lip, worried about what that meant. He could see the lingering traces of the incident on them; they had been bound clearly, especially going by the red marks on their wrists.

But something disturbed Bran, more vivid red marks on Meera; that Jojen didn't have. They were on her lower face, mostly prominent at the corners of her mouth, pulling back across her cheeks.

'Has she…Did they gag her, hurt her…They didn't do it to Jojen?' He thought worriedly; a strange mixture of anxiety and anger building inside him.

He couldn't fathom why he felt this way all of a sudden.

Still, he bit his lip, his worry and curiosity was so strong that he couldn't just ignore things.

Finally he asked. "What exactly happened?"

Both siblings shared a glance before Jojen spoke first. "It happened while we were camped for the night, they ambushed us…Took us by surprise and disarmed Meera before she could act."

Bran glanced at Meera and she had her head bowed, clearly ashamed of that. He strangely found himself wanting to cheer her up somehow.

"It wasn't long before they had us tied up, I tried to negotiate with them, but they weren't listening." Jojen continued. "They, they clearly intended us ill, probably would have killed us right there and then…after…"

Meera shuddered again and Bran inhaled sharply, realizing what he meant, they had intended to rape her.

"Didn't you try to help Jojen explain?" Bran asked her.

Meera actually blushed and shook her head. "I was more interested in protesting…strongly."

Jojen laughed softly. "She had some choice obscenities for them; and they quickly grew tired of it."

"Yeah, that's when they…when they gagged me." Meera explained. "It was so tight, it hurt, I…I thought for a minute it had cut my mouth."

Jojen nodded. "We were lucky, they knew what they were doing, able to restrain us, silence Meera, but not actually hurt us. I finally had to reveal who we were and they decided to simply take us prisoner, for ransom."

Bran let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, listening to this.

Finally he asked.

"What happened next, what did they…?"

Meera explained. "It seemed that even the ransom wasn't enough to stop their libido. They still intended to rape me; they had us secured in a corner of their camp. That was when Taren arrived."

Bran was shocked by this; they still wanted to harm Meera. But the story wasn't done.

Jojen continued. "Yes, he managed to sneak into the camp, recover Meera's weapons and managed to set us free, we were able to escape and take cover, luckily we weren't too far from Winterfell, so we sheltered in the town, the following day we came to see you here."

Bran was amazed by this, and relieved that Meera wasn't harmed; yet he felt his face grow hot as he thought of that.

'What is wrong with me, Gods, calm down, why am I like this?' He thought in shock.


He composed himself as they reached the Heart Tree. Hodor set Bran down as asked, the Reeds joined him and they sat at the foot of the Heart Tree. They sat in silence until finally Jojen spoke up.

"Bran, I have to ask, have you…Have you been having strange dreams?"

Bran tensed. "What…what are you…?"

Jojen explained. "We've heard you talking in your sleep; some of the things you said…"

"I don't know what…?" Bran began.

Meera shook her head. "Bran, we understand, Jojen has the same dreams, dreams where you…see things elsewhere, or through someone or something else's eyes."
Bran tensed. "What?"

Jojen nodded and they began to explain about what they called Greendreams.

Bran was shocked as they finished explaining; but it didn't make sense, there was something else.

"What about, what about these other dreams, the ones I had with the Elf?" He asked; during the talk he had told them about that dream.

"I don't know; but based on tales Taren's told us about his homeland; it might have something to do with that, with their magic." Meera replied. "Something to do with what they call, the Fade."

Bran nodded; yet felt a strange clenching feeling in his throat when Meera smiled as she mentioned Taren's name.

He quickly caught himself. 'What the, there it is again, what is wrong with me?'

He sighed and shook his head. He wasn't sure why he was thinking that way, but he had to stop, especially as he felt he didn't want Meera and Jojen to see him. His face felt hot and he wondered if he was blushing.

"Bran."

He jumped at the sound of Meera's voice. He was afraid that he had been found out, but she wasn't looking directly at him. She was looking at something close to one of his feet. Bran looked down and saw something, partially buried.

"What's that?" Jojen asked, having now seen it too.

Bran carefully dug the object out and lifted it up. He held aloft a strange orb, a metallic brown in colour with ridged wavy patterns all around it. A strange, unintelligible whispering seemed to be coming from it; as well as a strange thrumming feeling of power.

"What is this, it was never here before?" Bran wondered aloud.

Neither Meera or Jojen could answer, they couldn't identify it, although all three agreed on one thing, something wasn't quite right about it.


That night, Bran was in bed, he was seated on the edge of the bed, ready to manuver himself in. Thanks to Mikken's handiwork, with the various pulleys and bars, Bran found himself able to perform tasks like this by himself again, something which helped him emotionally, something which made him feel human again.

Right now however, he was seated on the edge of his bed, examining the orb. He had brought it back with him, but kept it hidden. A sudden feeling of dread came over him and he stashed it in the drawer next to his bed.

As he lay down and prepared to drift off to sleep, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him, this orb was connected to his nightmare, it was what that terrifying shadowy figure was after.


End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Well, Bran has made an interesting discovery in his last chapter in this story, just to note, the orb has appeared in this story before, for those of you curious. Anyway, just Solas and Varric's last chapters to go now.