Robb heard his brother's choked cry and sprung from bed. Roslin with the babe in her womb were fast asleep. No doubt after the embarrassment of her own brother sneaking on them at their play. He snuck out of the room and into the hallway where the guard rattled Bran's door. He snatched the man's sword and scraped the bar open through a gap Jon had once showed him. As he entered a he felt a heaviness disappear and Bran relaxed in bed. He immediately crossed to check his brother.
Convinced, he stepped out and bumped into his mother. He hesitated. He had so much to apologize for. But he would not raise his son with mother and uncle at each other's throats.
"Where is Bran?" her voice trembled.
"There is nothing to fear. Bran is resting. He had a fright-"
"Do not lie to me Robb."
"Mother-"
"Please Robb, where is he?"
"I am so sorry. You must be strong." She grasped her chest and fell down in heap. Robb called for the Maester. Not now. He could not lose two Starks in a night.
"Not now." He pleaded.
Not ever.