Love Speaks Louder Than Words

by Amara Lightskipper

Bran's life seemed to be in order, until he met someone who changed it: Meera. But things turn upside down when they found out that their families were on two opposing sides of a conflict that happened years ago that still remains unresolved. How far will they go for love? Will their love open their families' eyes to seek forgiveness and move on?

13. Bran's Plan (Part 2)

MEERA

Two months. It took two months to prepare their 'escape'. After the little squabble at the charity ball, she and Bran had been meeting secretly since they were forbidden to see each other. It was ridiculous, yes, but it was the only way their families would leave them alone. At least, for a time.

At first, Meera had been hesitating about Bran's plan, but she eventually agreed to it. According to him, they have to be discreet and do things one step at a time in two months. While they were preparing, Bran had contacted a college friend, a Summer Islander, Xhondo Dhoru. He's a travel photographer, but he currently lives in the United Free Cities and Bran enlisted his help to find them a place.

Meera had written her resignation letter and her two weeks' notice ahead as she was slowly sending her stuff to Xhondo. It became her routine, every morning, she'd wake up extra early so she could place her stuff on the car without anyone noticing. But in Bran's case, he'd do it 3am so no one would be suspicious, and right before driving to work, they'd send it to a courier company to be sent to Xhondo in the Free Cities.

Day by day, fewer and fewer things were left in her flat. She started small, of course, like kitchen utensils, clothes, then to the furniture and appliances in the final week.

But unfortunately for Meera, the HR Department created a flaw in the plan. When she e-mailed them her two weeks' notice, she was called for a talk. They immediately assumed that she wasn't getting the benefits an employee of The Northern Herald should, but she firmly assured that that wasn't the reason. Meera stated that her reason was personal and had nothing to do with company employee benefits or the work environment. She did not know, however, that they had already considered someone to take her position.

It happened in her last week at work. Monday morning, around 9am while she was in the middle of checking grammatical errors for an article, Lyra was called to the HR Department and a few minutes later, she came back with Gwyn, trudging to her direction looking mad.

"Meera!" Lyra called out. "You're resigning?!"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Gwyn asked.

Meera looked up from her desktop monitor. "Oh, right. It's a long story."

"Well, give us the short version now," Lyra demanded. "Because I was happy when they said, I was getting promoted. But when they said it's your position, I became skeptical. And then they said you were resigning. Why?"

Meera didn't know how to respond. "I don't know," She shrugged. "I just…don't feel happy with what I do here…anymore."

"Meera, sweetie," Gwyn said. "Let's be frank, you haven't been yourself ever since you and Bran broke up."

Oh, right, Meera thought. They didn't know that she and Bran were still seeing each other. No one else knew, except maybe Arya. Bran's sister, who lets him get off early once a week so he could see her in White Harbor. Well, it's Arya and now, Xhondo.

"You know you can take a paid leave, right?" Lyra reminded her. "Take two weeks off. Go on a cruise, climb a mountain, go skiing. Stuff like that."

Meera simply shrugged. "I don't know, I just wanted to get away from all this." She blurted out, which isn't technically lying as it was true. "From all the stress, anxiety, and pressure."

Gwyn raised an eyebrow at her. "And where are you gonna go?"

"I'll probably move back home." She guessed.

"Well, what are you gonna do then?" Lyra asked. "Pick berries from your farm?"

"Maybe," Meera said. "Maybe not, I don't know yet. I'm still trying to figure things out, honestly."

Lyra frowned. "What did your parents have to say about this?"

"Um, actually," She replied. "They don't know about this yet. But I'm gonna tell them this weekend. Just don't tell anyone else, okay? Do not tell Lya because there's a high chance that she's gonna ask Jojen about it. And honestly, I want it to come from me."

Gwyn and Lyra exchanged looks.

"Are you really sure about doing this?" Gwyn asked. "Like what Lyra said, you can take a few weeks off. You don't have to resign. You love your job here."

"I am sure," Meera insisted. "And yes, I do love my job here. But not the same as I used to in the first few years. Look, I can't explain it right now, really. I just need some me time."

There was a moment of silence as her friends were contemplating on her decision like they were thinking of ways to try and talk her out of resignation.

Then finally, Lyra sighed. "Well, I got nothing," She said. "If that's your decision, there's nothing we can do about that. But if you're looking for a job, I'll totally be fine if you put my name for reference."

Gwyn nodded. "Yeah, same." She agreed.

"Thank you for understanding, you guys," Meera said.

Because of Meera resigning, Gwyn and Lyra insisted that they eat out for dinner that week, until Thursday. At first, Meera declined. Partly because it limited the time she used to pack her stuff to be sent off in the morning, but they had insisted since it was her last week with them as her colleagues so she had just let that slide. And besides, if she kept on refusing, they'll just ambush her at her flat, and they'll figure out the real reason she's resigning. She didn't want that to happen.

Thursday morning was when she had sent the things Jojen had to him in Greywater via a delivery courier before heading to work. Thankfully, it takes two days for that to arrive, so her family won't know. It was also the last night she slept in her flat. By Friday morning, all she did was pack her last few things and came out with her trekking backpack—the one she used when they hiked up Mt. Alarra—before handing over her flat key to the building management.

On her last day at work, she received her final paycheck and several mementos from her colleagues. Meera left early as she and Bran had to meet up with Lucas Blackwood, a lawyer-accountant. Bran had him draft documents on turning over their shares and properties to their sibling—or in Bran's case, his favored sibling, Arya—since Meera only has one sibling, Jojen. The hardest they had to do was make their favored sibling sign it. She wasn't even sure how Bran convinced Arya to sign it, but Meera never had to heart to trick Jojen into signing it.

Attorney Blackwood had Bran's documents embossed and notarized. Afterwards, they had to go back to their homes and pack their things before leaving.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Bran said. "4am, you already know where." He then kissed her before they had to go their separate ways.

Before driving home to Greywater Watch, Meera had ordered take-out dinner meals from the High Marshall. By the time she reached Moat Cailin, Lyra had called her asking her if she would go with her and Gwyn for a girls' night out. She had declined her offer, saying she's currently heading home and break the news to her family. Well, not really.

Her parents and brother were very surprised to see her home on Friday evening. They were just about to eat dinner when she arrived.

"Meera?" Jojen said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, so, I'm not allowed to visit for the weekend?" She asked.

"Of course, you are, sweetie," Her Mom waved her brother off. "Just ignore your brother. Now, come eat dinner with us."

Meera placed the packed food she bought on the table. "Oh, I bought take-outs from the High Marshall."

"Please let there be lasagna," Jojen muttered. "Please let there be lasagna."

"Well, it's your lucky day, little brother," She said. "Because there is vegan lasagna."

"Wow, really?" Jojen wondered like he still didn't believe it. "Thanks, sis."

Meera went over to her Dad, who was sitting on the head of the table, and gave him a peck on his cheek. "Hi Dad," She greeted, then did the same gesture on her Mom. "Hi, Mom."

Their dinner was a completely vegan meal. And Meera assumed that her Mom had cooked all of those at Jojen's request—it was a thing he did. They had sweet potato and chickpea vegetable stew, and eggplant and zucchini skewers.

"Oh my gods," Meera frowned. "This is so vegan-ish. Not that I don't like it," She defended. "I love Mom's cooking."

"Hey, we didn't know you were coming home today," Jojen pointed out.

"Well, regardless," Their Mom said. "I'm glad you're here, sweetie."

"Anyways," Meera continued. "I brought more food." She had then unpacked the food she bought from the brown paper bags. "I bought prime rib roast that I already asked to be sliced." She said as she unpacked the takeouts and placed them in the center of the table. "And of course, Jojen's usual, the vegan lasagna."

Jojen frowned at her. "Did you request for the sauce to be pesto and not tomato?"

"Yes," She confirmed.

"Did you also specify the side dish to be a strawberry spinach salad and not garlic bread?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Well done," Jojen grinned. "Let's eat!"

Meera took her seat next to her Mom and they started eating dinner.

Howland smiled. "Nothing makes my day when we're complete." He said. "And I'm dining with my three favorite people."

While eating their dinner, talking, and catching up, Meera had felt a massive amount of guilt surge through her. She had a loving and understanding family, and she's about to throw it away for a guy. It's kinda selfish when they did nothing but support her and be there for her.

Bran had explained it when he first told her the plan. He could've just moved in with her in her flat in White Harbor, but then their families would find them and force them to cut ties. And since her family didn't have a problem with Bran (they approved of him), Meera suggested, he could stay with them. But then again, they're opposing the Stark family here. According to Bran, his father would probably do something just to keep him from seeing her again. So technically speaking, this was their only way, at the moment.

As everyone was getting ready for bed, Meera had packed the last of her stuff she was going to take with her. Suddenly, a knock came to her door, making her hurriedly hide her small trolley suitcase under her bed.

"Come in," She said.

Her Dad poked his head in. "Meerakins, do you have a minute?"

"Um, sure," Meera sat on her bed. "What is it?"

Howland Reed was already wearing his matching checkered pajamas underneath his robe, which meant he was ready to go to sleep. "So, how are you holding up?" He asked as he sat down beside her.

"I'm okay, Dad." She lied.

Howland shook his head. "No, you're not." He insisted. "I know you're only putting a brave face to hide the fact that you're still hurting."

"Well, to be fair, I didn't know you had a dispute with Ned Stark." She pointed out. "Neither of us knew anything. But I still loved him despite that."

Howland sighed. "I know it hurts now, but it's gonna get better. You know what they say, time heals all wounds." He said. "And sometimes we are given these challenges to strengthen us. But no matter what happens, know that we'll always be here for you." He assured. "Don't ever forget that."

Meera managed a smile. "Thanks, Dad."

All they know about her relationship with Bran was that they have broken up. Like a hard, nasty break-up that happened during the charity ball. So basically, to them, the 'supposed' break-up was still a fresh-cut wound.

"Well," Howland stood. "I'm not gonna stay long, I'm gonna let you sleep after a long day." He said, then kissed her forehead. "Good night, sweetie."

After her Dad left, Meera felt the guilt surge through her again. For some reason, she couldn't sleep that night. So she spent her spare hours, lying on her bed…waiting. By 3am, she finished packing and got ready. She had then deactivated her phone numbers and placed her phone on the top drawer of her desk, right next to the 'hint' folder and her car keys.

The 'hint' folder was the one that contained the news articles she had printed about their families' history. She had shown those to Bran and together they figured out the root on why their Dads hate each other: Lyanna Stark's death. And she has intended to leave her phone because Bran explained that the phone's location can be tracked. He had also advised that they shouldn't have phone calls that surpassed twenty seconds because it also tracked their exact location.

As for the Shares and Assets Transfer Agreement and Affidavit of Inheritance of a Vehicle, Bran had Attorney Blackwood drafted for his sister Arya to sign. She had the same papers for Jojen to sign as well, but she never had the heart to trick her brother into signing it. She hid the papers in the lowest drawer of her desk. It's bad enough that she's going to run away without a trace, she didn't want to add to her faults.

Around t-minus to 4am, was when Meera left their house. Before she did, she wrote a small note, I love you all, but I'm sorry I have to do this. She placed it under her pillow before taking her small trolley suitcase and quietly walking to the garage. She took the trekking backpack that she had packed from her flat in White Harbor before leaving their house.

It was snowing when she left and it was too dark to see if it weren't for the street lights. She walked for about thirty minutes to the main road until she could see a cab parked by the curb near a coffee shop that's open for 24 hours.

Bran was standing by the cab, waiting. He kissed her on her cheek before helping her with her stuff and placed them in the cab's trunk.

"How long were you waiting?" Meera asked as they got back to the car door.

"About five minutes." He replied.

Meera had then heard barking from the inside. She leaned in and saw Summer, struggling from his seatbelt.

"Hey, Summer," Meera greeted, reaching her hand out for him.

Summer licked her hand and whined, like hello hooman, please come in.

Meera also noticed that the cab's driver seat was unoccupied. "Where's the cabbie?" she asked.

"He went to use the loo in the coffee shop," Bran said. "He'll be back soon." He then gestured for her to slide in. "Now, come on in."

She hesitated, battling if whether if she will or will not go. Memories flooded her thoughts. Their family dinner the night before, her silly sibling banter with Jojen, her Mom's comforting home cooking, and her Dad's words to her before he went to bed.

Bran snapped her back to reality. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, taking her hand.

"Honestly, no." She admitted.

He sighed. "We don't have to go if you don't want to."

"Hey, I agreed to this plan." She insisted.

"I'm not forcing you to go through something you're not comfortable with," Bran said. "I'll walk you back to your house if you want me to." He volunteered.

Meera shook her head. "Bran, we've come this far and planned everything. There's no turning back now. And besides, you did say if we stay together, anything's possible."

He smiled. "Okay, let's get into the car."

Then the door of the coffee shop opened and a guy walked out. Meera assumed this guy was the cabbie. "Sorry for taking a while, sir." He apologized, nodding his head towards Bran.

"It's alright," Bran assured, then gestured for Meera to get into the car.

Meera slid in first before Bran did. And just as the backseat car door closed, the cabbie started driving off.

Summer had then rested his head on her lap, which prompted her to gently stroke it.

"So, where are we going?" She asked.

"Moat Cailin," Bran revealed, closing the soundproof acrylic car partition—it separates the driver's and the passenger's seats, giving them some privacy. "This is also, technically my third cab."

"Why did you take three cabs?" She asked.

"To keep anyone from tracking me," He explained. "Especially since our house is surrounded by CCTV cameras."

"So, you're saying they know you left?"

"Correction: they will find out that I left." He said. "And don't worry, I studied the coverage of the camera feeds and its blind spots at home. But there were no blind spots by the gates, so they'll see me leave. Also, you don't have to worry, I walked far enough until I knew I was out of the feed before taking a cab."

"You still didn't have to take several cabs," She insisted. "It's just too much hassle."

"I know, but it's necessary," He replied. "Knowing my family, they'll probably hire a private investigator to find me. Or Jon since he's deductive enough to be a detective. Hopefully, that'll confuse them with our tracks."

They arrived at Moat Cailin Train Station after a thirty-minute ride. Bran only had a trekking backpack, it was also the same one he used when they hiked to Mt. Alarra. Since she had two bags, Bran offered to carry her trolley suitcase, while she held Summer's harness leash.

They ate breakfast at one of the restaurants in the station before they walked to their stop and he explained his multiple cab rides in detail. Bran took his first cab from approximately five hundred meters from Stark Manor so he wouldn't be seen from the CCTVs. He admitted that he wanted to take the train from Winterfell to Moat Cailin, but he couldn't risk anyone seeing him since a lot of people in Winterfell recognize him. From Moat Cailin, he took another cab to Greywater Watch. And finally, before she arrived at their meeting place, he had grabbed another cab for their ride to the train station in Moat Cailin.

"So where are we really going?" Meera asked again.

"Harrenhal," Bran blurted out. "And from then we'll take a plane to the Free Cities. We're taking the Kingsroad Route on one of those WesTrak Express bullet trains. We get off at Harrenhal and head to the airport."

The WesTrak Express, is the Westerosi equivalent of the Essosi train company, EasTrak Express, that developed the fastest bullet trains in the world. It's a passenger railroad service that provides medium and long-distance routes across the different regions of Westeros.

The Kingsroad Route is called such because it follows through the Kingsroad, one of the national highways in Westeros. It has seven stops throughout four regions, three in the North, namely: in the Last Hearth, Winterfell, and Moat Cailin; two in the Riverlands, in the Crossroads, and Harrenhal; one stop in the Crownlands, in King's Landing; and one in the Stormlands, in Storm's End. It also stops for an hour in each station to pick-up passengers and cargo.

Now, the average travel time from Moat Cailin to Harrenhal is about four hours by bus transit or by car, because of freeway speed limits. But by train, it's only about three hours and thirty minutes at the latest, because it has one-stop between them, which is the Trident Crossroads Station.

"I considered booking us on a connecting flight," Bran continued. "Which is part of the plan to keep them from tracking us. But it won't be good for Summer, because he's too large to fit in a pet carrier that can be carried into the cabins. Then there's always the luggage delay and being misplaced into a different flight. I don't wanna risk that."

"Hmm, plus," Meera added. "I don't think he'd be comfortable in the cargo area as well. How long will the flight be?"

"From Harrenhal to Pentos?" He said. "Three hours, nonstop. Which reminds me," He took something from his coat pocket and handed it to her. "Here's your passport."

Meera took her passport from him. She had given it to him last week since he was booking them international flights.

They boarded the WesTrak Express bullet train bound on the Kingsroad route as it was scheduled to leave by 5:30 am.

Technically, the trains' travel class emulates that of an airline. There's the first class, the business class/second class, and the economy class/third class. But in the trains, those travel classes are divided into two categories: the Seating and Sleeper Service.

And it was kinda too late when Meera realized that the tickets Bran had bought tickets for them were for first-class seating accommodations.

"Wait," Meera called out as Bran followed the train porter leading their way. "You bought first-class seating?"

"Um, yeah," He confirmed.

"I would've been fine if we're in third class," She said. "It's much cheaper, you know."

"I know, but they don't allow pets in business and economy class seating," Bran informed as he opened the glass doors to their seating compartment. "It took a little negotiation to allow Summer into the first-class seating, but I had to book an entire compartment."

"Here you go, sir." The porter led them inside, then lowered the trolley handle of Meera's suitcase before placing it on the overhead luggage racks.

"Thank you," Bran nodded at the porter.

"You're welcome, sir," The porter replied. "The restrooms are at the end of the coach."

After the porter left, Meera had taken a good look at the compartment. The train's interior was renovated since the last time she booked a ride back when she was still in college. Its wooden compartment partitions and doors were replaced from wood to glass and the seating cushions were replaced from blue to gray and the floors were carpeted because it was quieter when you step on it.

"It's much nicer now," Meera said as they entered their compartment.

"Really?" He said in surprise. "I've never been on a train before. What was it like then?"

Meera frowned. "You're kidding, right?"

He looked dead serious. "My Mom doesn't like us taking public transportation. I mean, I broke that rule by riding cabs, but still, they gave us cars for a reason."

Bran took off his backpack and placed it on the overhead luggage racks, next to the trolley suitcase.

"Wow," She pondered. "Back when I was in college, at the time I didn't have a car yet, I took the train from White Harbor to Moat Cailin, where my Dad would pick me up after. And when I attended inter-region student conferences, we always took the train. Now, what gave you an idea that we should take a train today?" She asked as she took off her backpack and handed it to him.

"Well, partly because I've never ridden it before," Bran explained as he placed her backpack next to his on the overhead luggage rack. "Second, it was cheaper and Summer can stay with us here in the compartment. Also, I only had to book for a direct flight that has the shortest number of hours."

Meera sat down on the gray cushions. "I thought the train was some sort of diversion."

"In a way, it is," Bran said as he sat beside her. "White Harbor is the first place they'd go to look for us. That's why I booked us a flight from Harrenhal."

She nodded. "Okay, but why not Riverrun? It has the next closest airport from the North."

"I know, but My Mom's family is kinda big in Riverrun," Bran pointed out. "And if we're talking about airports, that's what I think the next airport they'll think of. Besides, White Harbor to Pentos is around an eight-hour flight. From Riverrun, that's even longer hours. I don't think Summer can handle being in the cargo load for that long."

Bran removed the leash from Summer's harness and he jumped to the other seat adjacent to theirs. Summer lied down with his paws in the air making both her and Bran laugh.

"Great," Bran chuckled. "Now, he has marked his territory."

A few moments later, the train started moving, which meant they were on their way to Harrenhal.

Meera leaned on Bran's shoulder and he eventually wrapped his arm around her. Not long after, she fell asleep. She only awoke when Bran moved to get the take-out food he ordered in Moat Cailin.

"Hey, sorry I disturbed you." He apologized as he rummaged through his backpack. "I was getting food."

Meera yawned, then glanced out the window and noticed that the train had stopped moving. "Are we here?" She asked. "We stopped moving."

"We're still in the Crossroads." He informed. "They stopped to get more passengers." He handed her the brown paper bag with food. "Here's your burger."

Meera took the paper bag from him. "Thank you, Branflakes." She said, then frowned. "What time is it?"

Bran checked the time on his wristwatch. "T-minus fifteen to eight in the morning," He replied.

"Oh, gods," Meera grumbled. "I kept you from getting food for two hours." She sighed. "I'm sorry."

Bran chuckled. "It's alright, Stardust," He assured. "I didn't wanna wake you. It seemed like you haven't slept at all."

"I haven't," Meera admitted as she took a bite from her burger. "I couldn't sleep last night."

Summer immediately leaped from his seat when he saw Bran with food and sniffed the paper bag.

"Oh, come on, buddy," Bran complained. "This is mine." He fished out a box of chicken nuggets from the bag. "Alright, here's some for you as well." He then sat down next to her as he fed Summer with chicken nuggets one by one at the same time, eating his burger.

Bran turned back to her. "Anyways, why weren't you able to sleep last night?" He asked. "Did your family get suspicious?"

"No," She said. "I mean, they still think we're broken up, and that I'm trying to get over you. But," She sighed. "My Dad came to talk to me in my room before I'm supposed to sleep."

"What did he told you?"

"Not much," She shrugged. "He just gave some sort of pep talk, telling me that I can get through the break-up and all. It kinda made me feel guilty that it kept me up all night."

Bran took her hand. "I'm sorry to put you through this."

"Bran, why are you apologizing?" She insisted. "It's not your fault, okay? I agreed to this. We're in this together."

He nodded then kissed her hand. "We're in this together." He repeated. "I promise."

The Trident Crossroads Terminal or the TCT is located in the town of Harroway also known as the Crossroads. It is called such because three national highways pass through the town, namely: the Kingsroad (from Storm's End to the Wall), the Riverroad (from the Crossroads to Riverrun in the Riverlands and Lannisport in the Westerlands), and the Highroad (to the Eyrie in the Vale).

Meera never went back to sleep as the train went on its way to its next stop: Harrenhal. Once, the train stopped at Harrenhal, they got off and hailed a cab to the Harrenhal Flowstone International Airport.

It was almost an hour ride due to the rush hour traffic, but luckily for them, the flight's not due until noon. But still, they have to be there early for check-in and security inspection. And it was only then did Meera figure out that Bran had booked them in a higher travel class than what they agreed on.

"Um, Branflakes," She called out as they entered a lounge exclusively for first-class and business class passengers. "Why are we going here? I thought you booked us premium economy tickets."

"Right, about that," Bran scratched his head. "The premium economy seats were fully booked in the 12pm flight, so I booked us seats in business class."

She made a face at him. "Are you kidding me?"

"Come on, don't give me that look." He said. "I know we have to be thrifty, but look on the bright side, it's much more comfortable and the food is better."

Luckily for them, they have a separate baggage check-in and security inspection. Their backpacks were allowed as hand-carry luggage, but the trolley suitcase had to be checked in. Afterwards, they had their boarding passes checked and passports marked before they were allowed into the pre-departure area.

Summer was still allowed with them into the pre-departure area until they had to board the plane. The airline staff had to place Summer in a pet carrier appropriate for his size. He whined as they took him away with all the other pets.

"Don't worry, buddy," Bran assured. "It won't be long. We'll see each other later, okay?"

Meera could tell that Bran was trying to hold back tears. She squeezed his hand for reassurance. "Don't worry, Branflakes. Summer's gonna be fine." She said. "We'll have the flight attendants check on him once in a while."

They boarded a plane of the Westeros Air, one of the only three airline companies in Westeros. The other two being SN Air, the SN being an abbreviation of the Sunset and Narrow seas, which only handled domestic flights in Westeros; and the Falcon Airways—which is owned the Arryn family in the Vale, and according to Bran, he's relatives with them through his Mom's side. But he made sure not to book a flight in that airline despite the discount he would get, and also to avoid being tracked.

A flight attendant directed them to go straight ahead and up the stairs to the upper deck of the plane, where the business class and first class are located.

They headed upstairs to the upper deck and she was immediately impressed by the hotel-esque interior. The seats were larger and had partitions for privacy. The seats are also positioned in a 1-2-1 arrangement and are also recliners, in which they occupy two of the middle seats.

Right after the plane took off, they were served a three-course lunch with a glass of champagne. Presentation-wise, the food was a lot different than how it's usually served in economy class. It's almost like how they would plate gourmet meals in a fine-dining restaurant.

"So," Bran started to say when they got their meals. "How are we doing over there?" He asked.

"So far I'm overwhelmed," She admitted. "It's my first time in business class."

"If this was a six-hour flight, I probably booked us in first class."

"Did you always take planes while traveling?" She asked. "Besides your cars?"

Bran shrugged. "Well, yeah." He confirmed. "And technically, it's not my money, it's my parents'."

Meera snorted. "Rich people problems." She said. "So, if you would, you could just take the plane from White Harbor to Winterfell in a snap?"

"There are no flights from White Harbor to Winterfell," He informed. "And if there was, I could, but I wouldn't. First of all, Winterfell and White Harbor are two hours away from each other. Second, it's probably a thirty-minute plane ride, but going through the airport security is just tiring. You had to be there two hours early, have everything checked—which you could just drive with your stuff, have take-out meals in drive-thrus, and stop by in neighboring towns."

"Hmm, good point." Meera agreed, then finished off her desert. "Anyways, what happens when we reach Pentos?" She asked.

"Xhondu will be picking us up," Bran said. "Well, he volunteered to, anyway. He did say he wanted to meet you."

They watched Harry Potter on their personal televisions to pass the time. And as per her suggestion, Bran had a flight attendant check on Summer once in a while.

The whole flight only allowed them to watch one Harry Potter film. Just as the credits started rolling, they were asked to fasten their seatbelts for landing.

Meera noticed the sky was starting to get darker when they got off the plane. They were met with the signage that said, Welcome to Pentos, United Free Cities! Below was the time in the digital display which read, 04:20 PM.

It made her double-check the time on her phone before Bran reminded her that the Free Cities were one time zone ahead of Westeros. And it was winter season, so the nights are longer and days are shorter. That's why it was getting dark out so early.

They parted ways for a moment to get their luggage and Summer. Meera got one of those luggage carts before heading to the baggage carousel, while Bran went to get Summer. After she took her suitcase, she placed her backpack on the cart and went to find Bran.

Bran was already walking towards her with Summer in his harness leash.

"Hello Summer," Meera greeted, then knelt. She spread her arms wide and braced for impact. And as expected, Summer literally lunged at her in excitement and she fell to the floor with him licking her face.

"Geez," Meera chuckled as she pushed Summer away from her face. "And we're only separated for three hours."

Bran snorted. "You should've seen him when I get home from White Harbor when I was still in college. And what he did when I came to get him just now."

"Oh my gods, what did he do?"

"The lock on his pet crate broke and he got out," Bran recalled. "And because he's huge, everyone within a twenty-meter radius of him freaked out, including the security dogs. Then he found me and leaped into my arms. I had to apologize to several people."

"Aww, buddy," Meera said as she scratched Summer's neck, then stood and took the leash from Bran. "So, is Xhondo already here?"

"I would think so," Bran removed his backpack and placed it on the cart and started pushing it. "He takes punctuality seriously."

As they kept walking through the arrival area, Meera noticed gift shops and restaurants with several names she couldn't read and a foreign currency exchange outlet.

Fortunately for them, as part of their plan before leaving Westeros, they each had the money and savings from their bank accounts be converted into Irons, the currency of the Free Cities, and have it transferred to new accounts with the Iron Bank of Braavos or the IBB.

As they got out of the Arrival Area, they heard someone call Bran.

"Bran!" A loud, deep male voice called.

They turned to see who it was and they saw a man with a buzzcut, in a scarlet jacket smiling wide and waving frantically at them.

"Is that him?" Meera asked.

"Yeah, that's him." He confirmed.

"Is he normally that cheerful?"

"Oh, yeah," He added. "Also, he refers to himself in the third person. But besides that, he's really nice and reliable."

Xhondo Dhoru has a large build, like thrice Bran's size, and is probably around six foot five in height. He ran to them and wrapped Bran in a bear hug, literally picking him up off the floor.

"Oh, it's been a long time," Xhondo said. "Xhondo missed you." He then got a first look at Meera and smiled. "And oh—you must be Meera. Hello, it's lovely to meet you." He held out his hand for a shake.

Xhondo's accent sounds more of a thicker Dornish accent, but maybe that's because he traveled to lots of places.

"Likewise." Meera took his hand and shook it.

Xhondo elbowed Bran. "She's pretty." He whispered loudly, then noticed Summer and gasped. "Is this Summer?"

"Oh my gods!" Xhondo squealed as he gently patted Summer's head. "He got even bigger! Summer's like a wolf now." He stood, the cleared his throat. "Oh, anyway, welcome to Pentos!" He spread his arms like he owned the place. "The climate's different so it's warmer here than it is in White Harbor." He then started taking their luggage from the cart. "Come now, Xhondo will show you to your new place."

Apparently, he's strong as well because he snatched both Meera's and Bran's backpacks and carried it with one hand and held the trolley suitcase with his other hand. "Follow me, if you please."

They followed Xhondo to the parking lot where his car was parked. His car was a black crossover SUV, where Xhondo had placed their luggage on his car's trunk.

Xhondo got behind the wheel, Bran took the shotgun while Summer sat on his lap, and Meera was on the backseat.

"So, Xhondo," Meera started to say when they started driving out the airport. "How did you meet Bran?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Oh, Xhondo and Bran were in the same math class in college," Xhondo explained. "Xhondo was an exchange student from Lotus Port in Walano Island in the Summer Isles. There was an exchange student program offered at my university to Westeros. Xhondo had to pick between Harrenhal, King's Landing, and White Harbor. Xhondo picked White Harbor because they said the city was the most diverse in multiple cultures in Westeros."

"He was two years ahead of me," Bran added.

"Yes, and Xhondo was very slow in math," Xhondo said. "So Xhondo enlisted Bran's help for tutorial exercises. X's and Y's were enough to give Xhondo headaches."

He went on about his time in White Harbor, how many friends he made, and how he explored the North region and compared the climate to the Summer Isles.

After a thirty-minute drive, they entered through podium parking of a building. Like the places surrounding the Greenwood Flats in White Harbor, the streets were bustling. Food trucks were selling warm and hot food and beverages, streetlight posts were decorated with Christmas wreaths and garlands and blinking fairy lights. Honestly, it was a lot more festive than it was in White Harbor. But then again, back in the North, it was too cold to be outside and they'd only go outside if they had to.

"Okay," Xhondo said as he killed the engines. "Bran said that Xhondo should find you the cheapest studio flat he can find. But Xhondo didn't agree, Bran lives in a fancy penthouse and Meera had her own place, and you also have a dog."

"Wait, what?" Bran frowned. "Dude, I wouldn't have cared if it was a small space. It's going to be only temporary. And it's probably expensive."

"Bran needs to relax," Xhondo assured as they all got out of the car. "Living in Westeros is much more expensive than living here in the Free Cities, to be honest. Plus, Gold Dragons have a higher value in exchange rates than the Irons of the Free Cities."

"Really?" Meera pondered.

"Yes," Xhondo confirmed. "That's why Xhondo never bought a place in White Harbor. Too expensive. Here in the Free Cities, Xhondo have three places. Xhondo currently lives and has a house in Braavos, and flat units here in Pentos, and Volantis. And Xhondo's flat is actually just several blocks from here."

"Oh, cool," Bran smiled. "We can visit you when we can."

Xhondo nodded. "Yes, of course," He agreed. "But now, Xhondo needs to show the place he got you. By the way, Xhondo got you a one-bedroom flat on the seventh floor instead of a studio flat. Xhondo thinks a studio flat is too small for two people and a dog."

"Hmm, fair point," Bran agreed.

Xhondo offered to carry Meera's backpack and trolley suitcase as they walked into the lobby and rode the elevator to the seventh floor.

"Oh," Xhondo fished something from his pocket and pulled out a key. "Here's your flat key." He handed it to Bran. "All your stuff is already in there."

The door to their flat was painted blue with the aluminum plate number 09 on it. It was bare except for the boxes they sent to Xhondo with their stuff. Summer immediately went for the plastic-covered couch—the couch from her flat in White Harbor and lie on it.

"No, Summer—" Bran called, but Summer was already lying on it. "Well, he has once again, marked his territory."

"Oh, come on," Meera assured. "He's probably just tired."

Meera then went around the flat. It only had one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen. It had enough space for the living set and dining set furniture, and a balcony overlooking the city, with two access doors from the living room and the bedroom. It even had a small fireplace. Sure, it was smaller than her flat in White Harbor, but it's spacious enough for her, Bran, and Summer.

"This is nice." Meera complimented. "Thank you, Xhondo. For finding the time to look for a place for Bran and me."

Xhondo smiled, then shrugged. "Oh, it's no biggie." He said. "It's just the small things Xhondo does for his friends."

Bran patted Xhondo on his shoulder. "I owe you bigtime, Xhondo."

Xhondo snorted. "It's nothing. Anyways, Xhondo knows you're both probably tired from your flight, so Xhondo wants to treat you out to dinner. Also, Xhondo knows a restaurant nearby that's pet-friendly and serves Westerosi cuisine."

And because both of them were hungry and were too tired to cook their own dinner, they agreed for Xhondo to take them out. The restaurant was just around the corner of their flat building. The establishments on the entire street were only restaurant and fast-food chains, the same way for that one street in White Harbor as well. Except, instead of cars in traffic congestion, tents were pitched and people were all over the place. There was a flea market in the middle of the street.

"This street is closed on weekend nights to have this Flea and Farmers' Market," Xhondo explained as they walked towards the restaurant. "And believe it or not, you can find a lot of useful stuff in there."

The restaurant they ate at was called, Lyanna's Grille, which made Bran blink when he read the name. Meera knew it reminded him of his Aunt Lyanna, his Dad's sister who died before he was born.

Thankfully, they had Westerosi cuisine on their menu, which both she and Bran were grateful for. Being Northerners, their best winter comfort food was a stew, and it didn't matter what was in it, just that they could have something hot on a cold day was enough.

Like in the CARNEval, they have animal-seaters they could put on chairs so their pets can dine with them. So on their table, Bran had to sit next to Summer because he's the only one who'd know how to feed him, and Meera sat beside Xhondo.

As they ate, Meera got to know Xhondo more. She already knew that he's a Summer Islander, he's a travel photographer, and that he has three places across the United Free Cities (UFC). He owns a fitness gym in Braavos called Burners & Builders and is co-developer of a fitness phone app called the Slimpossible Weight List.

The gym entrepreneurship part wasn't a surprise to Meera. Mostly because Xhondo is physically fit, but not the sort of gym buff you'd see in a gym that's obsessed with having perfect-toned muscle type. He's more of someone who pays attention to his physical and mental well being. Also despite, his huge physique, you'd expect him to have a temper and be someone who would scare people. But once you get to know him, he's an actual softie. A cheerful guy, who loves teddy bears, sprinkled ice cream, and knitted sweaters.

Xhondo also asked how they met. Bran was mostly telling the story, and Meera jumped in to add details.

"Ooh," Xhondo said. "Xhondo just loves meet-cute stories. Glad you found each other."

After dinner, Xhondo took them to the Street Flea and Farmers' Market. Meera didn't bring any cash with her, but Bran did. That way, they were able to buy fruits and vegetables and a tray of eggs—meaning they can already cook for breakfast tomorrow without ordering take-out meals. Xhondo bought some stuff himself, but he was mostly stuck in the stall that sold hand-knitted sweaters.

When they went back to their place, Xhondo said that he won't be seeing them for a few weeks since he's going back to Walano in the Summer Isles for the holidays.

"But do not worry, friends," Xhondo assured. "If you need help with anything at all, never hesitate to call Xhondo." He pulled out his car keys from his pocket. "Oh, also, Xhondo will leave his car with you."

Bran frowned. "What?"

"Xhondo will be in the Summer Isles for a few weeks," Xhondo pointed out. "So you can use Xhondo's car to go somewhere."

"You really shouldn't have to," Meera said. "You're already helping us enough."

Xhondo waved her off. "Oh, nonsense," He said. "It's another small thing Xhondo is willing to do for his friends. You should explore the city when you have the time. You're young and have a lot of time. You're in a different place, a different country, there's no better way to spend time together than to explore."

"Well, that's actually not bad," Bran agreed. "But it's winter. Too cold to go out exploring. How about this, when you get back to Pentos, you'll be our tour guide and show us around."

Xhondo gasped and placed a hand on his chest. "That would be an honor." He smiled. "Xhondo will be your tour guide when he returns to Pentos." He promised. "Oh, which reminds me," He took the brown paper bag he had and pulled out two presents wrapped in Christmas wrappers. "Xhondo bought you guys something."

Xhondo handed the presents to each of them. They opened it in front of him. Apparently, Xhondo bought them matching green reindeer knitted sweaters.

"Oh, matching sweaters." Bran managed a smile. "Thanks."

"I love it!' Meera squealed. She's not even kidding, she really does. "Green is my fave color. And the reindeers just make it cuter."

"Well, looks like Xhondo picked the right ones." Xhondo chuckled.

Meera unexpectedly hugged Xhondo. "Aww, thank you." She said. "For everything so far."

Xhondo returned the same hug. "Oh, it's nothing." He turned to Bran when they broke free from each other. "She's very affectionate and tiny. Xhondo approves of her."

"Well," Bran wrapped his arm around Meera's shoulder. "It's one of the things that made me love her."

"Aww," Xhondo said giddily. "Oh, Xhondo also got something for Summer." He pulled something from the paper bag. "Xhondo didn't have it wrapped because he figures dogs opening up presents are pretty messy."

It was a striped Christmas-themed scarf for dogs. She could tell it was Christmas-y because the colors of the strip are red, white, and green.

Bran took it from Xhondo, then shook his hand and hugged him. "Thanks, man."

Xhondo cleared his throat. "Anyways, Xhondo has to go now." He said, handing Bran his car keys. "He has a flight to catch in the morning."

"Good night, Xhondo," Meera smiled. "Have a safe journey."

Xhondo made these hand gestures like he was performing on a school play. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night." He took a bow before leaving the flat.

They both laughed at Xhondo's delivery of the classic Santa Claus line.

"I have to be honest," Meera spoke up. "I did not expect him to be very fun company."

"I know, right?" Bran agreed. "It's like he sucks out all the negative energy in the room. Which brings me to one thing: when we have kids, he has to be one of the godfathers."

Meera made a face at him. One sentence caught her by surprise. "You're thinking about us having kids?"

Bran's cheeks turned red. "Well, not now. But someday, when we're ready."

Meanwhile that night, Bran and Meera had to open a few boxes, mostly linens and toiletries, and the refrigerator.

The flat was mostly empty say for the kitchen and bathroom with all the plumbing and fixtures. The only furniture it had was the wooden bed frame and nightstand with drawers on either side of it in the only bedroom.

They carried the mattress Meera had in her flat in White Harbor and placed it on the bed frame. She then placed bed sheets and a comforter, and pillowcases on the pillows. Bran had to stock the bathroom with the toiletries and plugged on the fridge to store the food they just bought. They also placed Summer's doggie bed in the middle of their bedroom door and the door to the balcony from their bedroom. According to Bran, that way, Summer will be able to protect them while also able to be vigilant on the surroundings.

It was around 10pm when they were finally able to crawl to bed. Even Summer was able to fall asleep before they did. Meera didn't blame him, their furry buddy had to spend three hours in the cargo hold.

"We've got a lot to do tomorrow," Bran said as he got into the bed with her. "But for now, we need to sleep."

Meera rested her head on his arm, using it as a pillow. "I know," She said, then kissed his cheek. "Good night, Branflakes."

Bran kissed her temple. "Good night, Stardust."

Just as Bran said his good night, she immediately drifted to sleep. And that was their first day living together in Pentos.

BRAN

Bran wanted nothing more but to be with Meera. Even if he had to escape his family. Well, it's kinda selfish, but you know what people say, Sometimes, you gotta do things for yourself as well.

He had it all planned out. Ever since the squabble his Dad and Howland Reed had in the charity ball, he kept thinking of an escape plan. An escape plan so brilliant, that no one could ever track them. But there are things you plan and expect to happen and things that are spontaneous that you'll never see it coming. But when Bran had to look for a job, he had not at all anticipated meeting someone who he long thought was dead.

First, they have to have contact on the place they will go to. Bran could've easily picked a Westerosi city and go incognito there, but no. He figured they would be found easily because of their families' connections. So the only option was to go out of the country.

The United Free Cities was Bran's first choice, of course. It had nine free city/ state, and Bran had picked Pentos. Because he knew and his sister Arya knew that if he had to pick a city to live in the UFC, it was Braavos. So technically, if his family was going to look for them overseas, Braavos is the first they'd go. It's not just that, but according to Xhondo, there are more opportunities in the construction industry in Pentos.

So he contacted an old friend and asked him to help them settle. Since Bran was forced to move back to Winterfell by his Dad, everynight he's packing stuff to be sent to Pentos. And at 3am, he'd quietly go down to the garage and place them in his car's trunk to avoid questions from his siblings like, what is that? Or why are you bringing that to your car? Or worse, they'd be insistent on opening it. So it was best when no one had to see him carry it to his car. And to him, the best time to do it was when everyone else was asleep.

Bran also found a lawyer-accountant for draft papers about his company shares and ownership. He didn't want anything to do with it when he flees with Meera, so he found a way to trick his sister Arya into signing them. Bran picked the time when she's in a hurry and had to sign the papers without reading them. He also had papers for Jojen to sign as well, but Meera said she didn't have the heart to trick her brother into signing it.

Friday afternoon, Bran left work early to go to White Harbor. Of course, Arya knew this. She knows he only went to White Harbor to see Meera. Arya's been covering him for too long, that it's one of the things making him guilty about leaving. Well, Arya and their Mom—she'll definitely be heartbroken. Anyways, he handed the papers Arya had signed to the lawyer to have them embossed and making it officially legal.

That night, he ate dinner with his family. They took their respective seats by the dining table. They had to move seats because Talisa was already living with them. Robb sat on their father's left. Normally, Arya sat next to Robb but now Talisa sat next to him. Arya now sat next to Talisa. Next to Arya was where Bran sat now. Jon now sat opposite their Dad.

Robb's wife, Talisa was also currently nine months pregnant and could give birth any day now. And as far as they know, they still haven't figured out a name for their son yet.

Saturday at 3am was when he left Stark Manor. He took Summer with him, of course. There's no way he's leaving his furry buddy behind. Also, the gates of Stark Manor had CCTV cameras on every angle, making sure to get coverage of whoever was getting in and out of the estate. Since there's no way for him get to passed the gate without being seen, Bran had to walk further before taking a cab. He made damn sure he was out of the camera's coverage because he couldn't risk them tracing his tracks and start by finding the cab's plate number in the DMV and finding the cabbie.

And yes, Bran had paid every close detail and attention just to make sure no one would ever track his footsteps. Both he and Meera had left their cars and phones at their respective homes because it could be easily tracked.

Bran had also thought about taking the train from Winterfell to Moat Cailin, but he could easily be recognized as the governor's son so he settled to take a cab to Moat Cailin. And from there, he took another cab to Greywater Watch. He booked another cab while waiting for Meera to show up. From Moat Cailin, they rode a train to Harrenhal and he had specifically booked an entire compartment so that Summer could be with them and not in the cargo hold. Arriving at Harrenhal, they took a cab to the airport.

Meera didn't find out that Bran booked them tickets in business class until they were escorted to the lounge exclusive for first class and business class passengers. Once they were about to board the plane, Summer had to be separated from them, which worried him a little.

As the plane took flight, they were served lunch. And afterwards, he and Meera watched one Harry Potter movie to pass the time. Xhondo picked them up from the airport. He showed them to their new place, took them to dinner, before taking them to a Flea and Farmers' Market in the street. They bought a few things, mostly food so they'll have something to cook for breakfast on the following day.

When they got back to their new flat, Xhondo announced that he would be going home in the Summer Isles for the holidays. He left them his car keys, which meant he's allowing them to use his car while he's gone. And Xhondo also gave them early Christmas presents, matching green reindeer knitted sweaters, which Meera surprisingly loved, and he got a knitted scarf for Summer as well.

After he left, Bran and Meera did a little unboxing to store a few things in their bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen before calling it a day.

The following morning, Bran woke up to Summer barking and licking his face.

Bran sat up groggily. "Alright, buddy," He said. "I'm up."

He noticed that Meera wasn't on the bed anymore and is probably cooking what he currently smelled at the moment.

"Come on, buddy," Bran told Summer. "Let's have breakfast."

Meera was cooking their breakfast in the kitchen. She had an apron over her pj's and was holding a spatula. Looking at her now, with her hair messy and her silk robe untied showing off her above-the-knee length silk nightgown, she looked smoking hot. That is until you get down to her fluffy green T-Rex Paw slippers—which he remembered that she bought because it was both cute and terrifying at the same time.

Bran smiled. "Good morning, Stardust."

She nearly jumped when she saw him. "Seven hells, Branflakes," She said, then narrowed her eyes at him. "Hmm, is there any particular reason why you're looking at me like that?"

"Oh, just." He shrugged. "It's our first day in Pentos. With just the two of us, and Summer. And I couldn't be happier than I am now."

Meera smiled. "Me too." She said. "Anyways, we have a lot to do today, so right after eating breakfast, we should get on it. Oh, also, I haven't boiled water for the tea yet so—"

"Oh, I got it," Bran said, then started opening one of the boxes Meera had pointed. He then filled it with water and turned it on.

They then ate their breakfast on the couch that's still covered in plastic and used one of the large boxes as their table. It was better than standing on the kitchen counter.

Afterwards, they got to work, unboxing every box, and arranging every furniture on where they intended it to be placed. Others like the dining table and chairs had to be assembled because Meera had them disassembled for it to be easily delivered by the courier. Bran had to install the electronic devices. As for their wifi connection, Xhondo had ordered another router in his account for them and Bran had to install that as well. It took them all morning to put everything in place.

They went to eat lunch out since they didn't have enough food supplies to cook lunch, and they took Summer with them, of course. They went back to Lyanna's Grille, the same restaurant Xhondo had taken them the night before. But Bran had a weird feeling about it though. The fact that it was named Lyanna's Grille and its logo had a single blue winter rose with thorns.

"It's weird, right?" Bran said as they were eating. "And how come there are no branches in Westeros when it even has Westerosi dishes?"

"It's probably just a coincidence," Meera assured. "And a lot of people like blue winter roses, present company excluded."

And when they asked for the bill, the waiter simply said their meal was on the house. Making them exchanged confused glances.

"I'm sorry, what?" Bran asked.

"Those were compliments from the chef and the restaurant manager." Another voice spoke up behind him.

Bran turned to the one who spoke and yes, he recognized him. The man looked like the restaurant manager because he was in a white long-sleeved shirt and black trousers. He had shaggy blond hair and pale purple eyes.

The manager smiled smugly. "Didn't expect to see you here, Stark." He said.

Bran frowned. "Lysono Maar?" He said in disbelief. "Lyssie? Holy shit!" He stood and hugged him. "You've been in Pentos this whole time?"

Lysono shrugged. "I've been the restaurant manager here for three years." He explained. "And stop calling me, Lyssie." He insisted.

"How come I didn't see you yesterday?" Bran asked. "And no, I don't think that's gonna happened."

"I don't work on Sundays," Lysono replied.

Then a man with a stocky build with a beard in a white chef's uniform approached them. "Hello, Stark," He greeted.

"Myrio?" Bran guessed. "Myrio Myrakis. No freaking way!"

The chef shrugged. "The one and only."

Lysono Maar or as Bran liked to call him, Lyssie, was a Lysene scholar of the Triumvirate Dragons Inc. whom Bran was assigned to do a midterm project in a mandatory course when he was in college. And Myrio Myrakis is Lysono's older and distant cousin, who studied culinary arts and came to White Harbor to learn Westerosi cuisine.

"I can't believe you guys are here," Bran said.

"We can't believe you are here," Myrio said. "With a girl."

Bran suddenly remembered Meera, and he suddenly felt terrible. "Oh, right," He cleared his throat. "Guys, this is my girlfriend, Meera." He blurted out.

"Really?" Lysono frowned. "Well, finally." He then shook Meera's hand.

Myrio introduced himself to Meera as well. "I must say, I did not know Bran has good taste in women."

But before they had to leave, Bran told Meera to take Summer and wait in Xhondo's car. He then pulled Myrio and Lysono aside and told them to not mention to anyone they know that he and Meera are currently in Pentos.

"Wait, did you guys elope?" Lysono asked.

"Kinda," He admitted.

Bran had to tell them their story and explained why they left Westeros to settle in a different country with just that two of them.

"Don't worry, Stark," Lysono promised. "Your secret is safe with us."

"Thanks, guys," Bran said. "And don't worry, we'd still eat here. But next time, we have to pay for our meals."

Lysono raised his hands in surrender. "Alright."

When Bran got into the car, Meera gave him a smirk. "I didn't know you have friends here."

"I don't either," Bran said as he started the car engines. "I was in the same class as Lysono, that restaurant manager. We were assigned to do a midterm project together. And he shared a flat with his cousin, that head chef, Myrio Myrakis."

"Did Myrio cook for you guys while you did your project?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah, of course," He confirmed. "It's one of the things I liked going to their place. There's free food prepared by an actual chef."

. . .

They decided to go grocery shopping before heading back to their flat. Meera had typed out the nearest supermarket in the car's GPS. It pinpointed to a supermarket called HyperMart.

Thankfully, like the Pearl Mart chain of supermarkets in Westeros, it's pet-friendly. But the pets should always be on a leash when you bring them into the establishment. So while in the grocery, Bran tied Summer's leash onto the cart he pushed while Meera took out stuff from the shelves.

They didn't just buy food and body essentials and pet stuff, they also bought stuff from the HyperMart's mini-hardware, like lightbulbs and toolbox essentials. Bran had to buy another work desk and a swivel chair for himself because the one they had was Meera's; bookshelves for their books; desk lamps, and a step ladder. They also bought more utensils for the kitchen: a collection of kitchen knives; several kitchen pots and pans; and a small wooden tier for their herbal plants—including label markers.

The car's trunk was full on the way back to their place and it took them both four rounds from carrying the stuff they bought from Xhondo's car, up into the elevator and into their flat.

Again, they put all the stuff they bought on the places where they were intended. Bran assembled his work desk and the bookshelves, while Meera changed several light bulbs using the step ladder, then put away the pots and pans in the kitchen cupboards. They then arranged the books on the bookshelves.

At around 5pm, there was a blizzard and it grew colder so Bran had to turn up the thermostat and light up the fireplace to keep the room temperature warm.

Afterwards, they both sat on the couch and drank hot chocolate with Summer by their feet.

"Now all we need is a tree." He blurted out.

Meera gasped. "Oh my gods, yeah," She agreed. "We need something Christmas-y to be in the yuletide spirit."

"Well, we did pass a street vendor that sells small Christmas trees on our way to HyperMart," Bran remembered. "Maybe we should buy one."

"Hmm, we still have one more day to Christmas Eve," Meera pointed out. "So there's still time. We should also buy Christmas ornaments. And more treats for Summer."

At the word treats, Summer held his head and turned to them, wagging his tail.

"No, buddy," Bran said. "We have no treats at the moment. We'll buy you some tomorrow."

The following day, they did just that. The street vendor Christmas trees were a lot less in numbers than when they passed him yesterday. So Bran guessed people were flocking to buy smaller trees than the big ones which are heavy and difficult to transport.

The tree they bought was small. Not the succulent type Christmas tree small or the potted shrub types, but smaller than the one they always had in Stark Manor by the grand staircase. So technically, if you put the tree on the floor, it's full height would be up to Bran's shoulder—basically, it's as tall as Meera.

It was the perfect tree because he can put it on top of the side table to avoid it from being touched by Summer. They decorated the whole morning, putting up the tree, wrapping tinsels, and fairy lights around and hanging ornaments on it. They also placed decorated garlands on doorways and the fireplace and a wreath by their door. Meera had also placed Christmas-themed scented candles on their coffee table and dining table.

By the afternoon, they started talking about their job options.

"I think I should start looking for a job." Bran brought up. "I mean, the money we saved, isn't enough to get us by forever."

"I agree," Meera nodded. "But I think we should both find jobs."

"Okay, how about this?" He said. "I should find a job first. I'll search online for vacancies in my field, send them my résumé and when I get hired, I will help you find a job as well."

"And I will help you update your résumé," She promised.

Bran went job hunting online and so far found two construction companies looking for site engineers. He sent them an email of his job application form attached with his résumé. He didn't really expect a reply since Christmas was approaching, but he did. Two hours after he sent his application, he received a reply from the Blackfyre Imperial Builders.

It read, Hi, Brandon Eddard Stark! Thank you for applying to Blackfyre Imperial Builders. Your application for the Site Engineer position stood out to us and we would like to invite you for an interview at our office on Monday at 8:00 in the morning to get to know you better.

Below the replied e-mail was the address to the building and the name of the office where the interview would take place.

Meera freaked out more than he did. "Oh my gods!" She squealed, then planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, it's a start," Bran said. "I won't earn as much as I did while working in the North Alliance, but at least, it's enough to get us by. That is if I actually get hired."

Meera huffed. "Please, you have an awesome résumé." She pointed out. "Your educational background is enough to blow anyone away. Top of your class since grade school, class valedictorian in high school, receive the highest distinction in college. And not to mention, you topped the licensure exams. They have to hire you."

He was still skeptical. "You really think so?"

"I have no doubt." She said confidently.

"Aww," Bran placed an arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple. "I love you so much. And don't worry, once I've saved up enough, I'll find us a bigger place."

"What's wrong with this one?" She asked.

"Well, it's a shoebox compared to where we used to live." He replied. "And Summer can't run around and explore. But I promise I'll find us a place. Preferably one with a yard so Summer can run around and do his business in the grass."

Meera snorted. "Oh, Branflakes," She said. "I don't care if we have to live in a cardboard box in an alley. I already have everything I need." She kissed him. "I have you, and Summer."

Bran stared at her. Yep, I'm marrying her someday! He promised himself. And she's gonna be the mother of my children.

On Christmas Eve, they both spent the day watching Christmas-themed movies on Webiflix. Meera baked cookies while Bran made eggnog.

That night when they got to bed, Meera practically attacked him and they ended up doing several rounds. That was one wild way to end Christmas Eve, but he honestly wouldn't mind doing it again.

They woke up naked and their bodies covered in comforters.

Bran kissed Meera's forehead. "Merry Christmas, Stardust."

Meera smiled, then yawned. "Hey, Merry Christmas, Branflakes." She kissed him as she got up and put on her robe. She then pulled out something from her nightstand drawer.

It was a small box wrapped in a Christmas wrapper. "Here's gift number one."

"You got me something?" Bran said as he took the gift from her and opened it. It was a Harry Potter Hogwarts robe with the Ravenclaw house seal, with the blue and silver striped tie and all. "Whoa!" He smiled, then gave her a peck on her cheek. "Thank you."

"I have a Gryffindor robe too." Meera pointed out. "Now, we can visit the Wizarding World in our robes."

"The Wizarding World here in the Free Cities is in Braavos." He reminded her.

"I know, we'll go there someday." She promised. "In our robes."

"Speaking of gifts," Bran picked up something from under the bed. It was also wrapped in a Christmas wrapper. "I got one for you too. Also, my gift number one."

Meera immediately opened it in front of him. It was a stuffed lizard-lion. He especially bought it because Meera's hometown of Greywater Watch is known for its swampy waters with looming lizard-lions.

"Aww, it's so cute." She smiled. "I love it! Thank you, Branflakes."

"I know you miss your family," He said. "So I thought I'd get you something that reminds you of your hometown."

"Oh, I also bought a gift for Summer." She took another thing from the drawer again. This time it was a dog bone plushie.

They never left their flat as there was a blizzard that day. But Meera insisted that they should have a proper Christmas dinner, so they spent the afternoon cooking. Even though all the food they were cooking were just for the two of them, and Summer.

They roasted stuffed chicken and made bread pudding. Meera also baked Christmas cookies and made eggnog.

Meera suggested they wear the reindeer sweaters on their Christmas dinner. They even lit up the Christmas candle named Champagne Toast and it definitely smelled like champagne and sparkling berries.

After they put everything away and washed the dishes, Meera sat on the couch, staring at the fireplace. But something was wrong, she looked sad.

Bran took his second gift for her then sat beside her. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine," She replied, still staring at the fire.

"You miss your family," He guessed. "I know."

"You know at this point after eating dinner," Meera recalled. "We'd be in the family room. Jojen and I would be on the floor by the fireplace and we'd all exchange presents. It's kind of our tradition during Christmas."

"We'd do the same too." Bran sat beside her on the couch. "And speaking of presents, I got gift number two for you." He showed her a small, long box intended for a necklace.

Meera frowned. "What is this?" She asked she opened the box, then took out the necklace. She smiled as she examined the pendant. "B as in Brandon?"

"Well, yeah," He confirmed. "A simple reminder that I will always be with you."

Meera managed a smile. "It's so sweet." She gave him a peck on his cheek. "Thank you Branflakes. This is priceless compared to my second gift to you."

Bran took the necklace from her. "Here, let me help you put it on." He volunteered.

And she allowed him to put the necklace on her.

"I love it so much," Meera said as she held the pendant, then kissed him full on his lips. She took a wrapped present from under the Christmas tree. It was a cube-formed box the size of a typical office storage box. "I have to tell you, this is nothing, compared to this." She pointed at the necklace.

Bran unwrapped the present and it was a Lego Death Star. He turned back to him. "How is this nothing? I've always wanted one." He kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, Stardust."

"Well, I remembered your Hogwarts Castle model was stolen by your sister," She remembered. "And you have mentioned that you've always wanted one. But if you're going to put that together, you have to do it on your desk to make sure Summer doesn't eat any parts."

Bran stood turned off the lights in their flat except the scented candles, took the mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallow on it from the dining table that he had prepared earlier before sitting back next to Meera on the couch.

Their only source of light was the fire from the fireplace and the scented candles.

"You know, it's our first Christmas alone together," He pointed out as he handed her a mug. "So, how about we start our own tradition?"

"Like what?" She asked.

"Well, like this." He replied. "Sit by the fire next to each other, drinking hot chocolate and just enjoying each other's company."

Meera smiled then leaned her head on his shoulder. Bran wrapped his arm around her in return.

"It's perfect." She said.

At that point, Summer had climbed onto the couch and lie on their laps. They both chuckled as Meera gently rubbed Summer's fur.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Summer." Meera said.

. . .

A few days later and his scheduled job interview came. That morning, Bran had to wake up extra early to prepare. He went directly to the bathroom while Meera cooked their breakfast. They ate together and Bran fed Summer through the app on his phone with the automatic dog feeder. Afterwards, he did the dishes while Meera went to take a shower.

Meera had insisted that she should go with him to his interview for moral support. Not all the way though, she'll just be waiting in the lobby until he's done.

He was so nervous that he couldn't get his tie right, Meera had to step in to fix it.

"You seem tense," She noticed as she loosened his tie.

"I'm nervous, okay?" Bran admitted. "I'm not used to having job interviews because back in the North Alliance, I'm usually the one doing the interviews." He sighed. "This must be how the applicants felt."

Meera settled her hands on his shoulder, gently gripping it. "Relax, okay? You got this." She assured. "I know you do."

Bran felt even more anxious when they reached the Blackfyre Imperial Builders compound. They had to leave Summer home because he can't be in a job interview. But he's not worried that he'll trash the place since Jon had Summer trained in Castle Black.

Meera held his hand for assurance as they walked into the lobby. The building lobby was nothing like he expected. It had a playful vibe to it because of the colorful carpets, comfy cushions, an irregular shaped reception desk, and some bomb-ass lighting.

According to the reception desk lady, the job applicants up for interviews should wait in the waiting area. She then pointed to her right to a room that has glass as walls. Inside were couches and around a dozen people, all in corporate attire.

"I'll wait here," Meera said, then kissed him. "Good luck, Branflakes."

Bran took a deep breath before entering the 'waiting area'. All four walls were clear glass, the floor was carpeted and the couches were comfy enough. There was also a flatscreen television mounted on one of the glass walls, and it displayed a baseball game.

At exactly 8am, a bearded white-haired guy in a suit came in. He looked like he was nearing his sixties, or probably older, but it didn't seem like it. It's like this guy was one of those health-conscious and who always went to the gym type when he was younger. And if you challenged him to a fight, he'd probably surprise you and kick your ass. That was the vibe Bran was getting from this guy.

The bearded white-haired guy cleared his throat. "To all applicants, please wait for your names to be called." He said. "Someone will come in and guide you to your interviewer. Except for…" He took a small piece of paper from his pocket and squinted to read its contents. "…Brandon Stark. Where are you?" He asked looking around the room.

Oh, great, I'm called out first, Bran thought. He suddenly got more nervous than he already was.

Bran raised his hand. "Um, here."

"Oh, good," He said. "Come with me, please."

Bran reluctantly stood and followed the bearded white-haired guy out the room.

The guy then held out his hand for a shake. "I'm Barristan Selmy," He introduced himself. "But you can call me Barry. It's what most people call me here." He smiled at him, but it was a different type of smile though. It was kind enough, but it looked like he was examining him and he already anticipated Bran's next move. "Well, I can see the resemblance."

Bran frowned. "I'm sorry?"

Barry waved his hand. "Oh, forget I ever said that." He then motioned his head to the direction ahead. "Come now, let's not keep him waiting."

At first, Bran thought Barry was gonna take him to his interview, but no. He led him out of the building in a different exit and onto a shuttle cart.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Barry," Bran called out. "Where are we going?"

Barry only snorted. "You'll see."

They rode the shuttle cart and it was surprisingly similar to the one he rode at Highpoint to Mt. Alarra.

"Where to, Barry?" The shuttle cart's driver asked them.

"The main building, Marty," Barry replied.

They sat for about ten minutes before the shuttle cart stopped before a building that had a cast metal sign letters on its black and red façade that said, Triumvirate Dragons Inc.

"Triumvirate Dragons?" Bran read.

"Oh, yes," Barry said. "Triumvirate Dragons Inc. is the parent company of Blackfyre Imperial Builders."

"That's good to know," Bran nodded. "But why are we here?" He asked.

"I'd save the questions for later, kid." He only replied. "Now, come on."

Barry led him into the building. On its lobby, there was another big sign, Triumvirate Dragons Inc. with its logo, which is a blood-red three-headed dragon. Below it was three other names in smaller engraved letters and logos of other companies namely: Blackfyre Imperial Builders, whose logo had a red dragon wrapping its body around a castle tower; Sunfyre Publishing Co., whose logo had a golden dragon forming the shape of an S; and Lyanna's Grille, whose logo had a single blue winter rose with thorns.

There it is again, Lyanna's Grille with the blue winter rose logo. Weirdly, Bran had a shaking feeling that he should know it.

They got into the elevator and Barry pressed the button for the fifteenth floor.

The floor had the platinum plate that read, Level 15 right by the elevators. And there was some sort of lobby with couches, a reception desk person, and a bunch of security personnel.

Barry led him and turned right from the bay of elevators. They entered a room and there was another reception desk person, a man who had shaggy brown hair and looked like he was in his late twenties. The reception guy was sitting in a swivel chair with his eyes focused on the desktop screen, with one hand on the computer mouse and the other holding a half-bit donut.

Barry knocked on the desk. "What's up, Ricky?" He said.

The reception guy, Ricky nearly dropped his donut. "Barry, hey." He smiled. "What brings you here?" Then he noticed Bran. "And who's this?"

"Oh, this is Brandon Stark," Barry introduced him. "Arthur said I have to bring him here. The boss wants to meet him personally."

"The boss?" Bran repeated. "Who's the boss?"

"Like I told you earlier, kid," Barry said. "Save the questions for later."

"Oh, don't worry," Ricky assured. "The boss is actually really nice." He held his hand for a shake. "I'm Richard Lonmouth, but most people call me Ricky."

"Hello, Ricky," Bran said as he shook Richard's hand.

Ricky then touched a button on his earpiece. "Hello, sir, they're here." He paused as he listened to his earpiece. "Okay, sir." Then he turned back to them. "You can go see him now."

"Thanks, Ricky," Barry said as he led him to another door that has another silver plate that said, Office of the Chief Executive Officer.

Barry pushed the door open gestured for him to enter. The room itself was as large as the living room in their penthouse in the Aquamarine. The interior had a mid-century modern approach to it. There was a couch set with a flatscreen mounted on the wall, a remote-controlled fireplace, a small kitchen, and a door that Bran assumes is a personal powder room. There were also abstract paintings on the walls.

The CEO's large desk was placed near the large glass curtain wall overlooking the city skyline, with bookshelves filled with books behind it, framed photos, and award trophies displayed on it. One of the two chairs near the table was placed right across the executive chair.

The CEO was sitting on the executive chair with his back turned from them.

"Sir, he's here," Barry announced.

The CEO turned his chair to face them. It was a man with blond hair so pale it was almost silver. He had fiery, but sad-looking purple eyes and a kind and friendly smile. He looked like he was several years older than his father, Ned. The intimidating part of him was the fact that he was wearing a suit with his purple necktie matching his eyes. Maybe it was a CEO thing because his brother Robb wore suits a lot.

"Ah, Brandon Stark, am I right?" The blond man asked.

Bran trembled. "Um, yes, s-sir."

The blond man stood from his seat and held his hand out for a shake. "It's great to finally meet you."

Bran shook his hand. "And you as well." He said, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm Rhaegar Targaryen." The blond man introduced himself.

Bran's eyes widened in surprise as he released his hand from the blond man's grip. Oh, shit! He mentally screamed.

"Barry," Rhaegar called out. "Could you please give us a moment?"

Barry only nodded before hurriedly exiting the room. Now, he was left alone in the room with Rhaegar Targaryen, a.k.a. Jon's father.

"I know you're surprised," Rhaegar said. "But don't worry, I'm not gonna harm you." He gestured to the chair right across the executive chair. "Just have a seat, please."

Bran sat silently, still processing what's happened.

"So," Rhaegar said as he sat down. "I'm guessing you didn't expect to see me here, huh?"

"Honestly, sir," Bran gulped. "I didn't expect that you're still alive and well." He said before he could stop himself.

Rhaegar laughed, and it made Bran more nervous. "What did Ned told you about me?"

"Nothing, sir," He admitted. "He refused to talk about the past. I had to figure out for myself why he never liked certain people."

"Which brings me to why I asked you here," Rhaegar pulled out a printed copy of his résumé. "I understand that you're applying for a job here as a site engineer?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hmm," Rhaegar settled down his résumé on the table. "Okay, I'm gonna ask you a personal question. Your résumé is impressive. Class valedictorian in high school, Latin honors in college, and the topnotcher in the licensure exams. Not to mention, you were co-CEO of a booming construction company in Westeros. I don't know much about the Starks in the North, but they are one of the founding families of Westeros, which means they are old money." He pointed out. "But somehow you, a Stark, are here, applying for a much lower position with a salary probably one-twelfth from your last one. So, why?" He asked.

Bran was speechless. He didn't know what and how to answer. The answer to the question was way too long and complicated to explain.

"Don't worry, Brandon," Rhaegar said. "Whatever you will say will never leave this room. This is only between you and me. You have my word."

Bran took a deep breath before saying anything. He ended up telling Rhaegar his and Meera's whole story, how they met, and when his Dad found out that he was dating Howland Reed's daughter, he told them to not see each other anymore. He also had to explain how Ned started to despise Howland after what happened to his Aunt Lyanna. Then they went to another country and left everyone behind to start a new life.

When he was done, Rhaegar was silent. Then finally, after moments of silence, he said. "I understand. I know that feeling."

"You do?" Bran asked.

Rhaegar told him his story. After his father, Aerys Targaryen was convicted for mass murder, their family had received multiple death threats. His mother, Rhaella Targaryen had died of childbirth and he was forced to be the parent to his six-year-old brother, Viserys, and newborn sister, Daenerys. And when he found out their father had been assassinated, they had to flee Dragonstone to the United Free Cities for their safety. With their inheritance money, he was able to start a business and over the years, it grew to a multi-million conglomerate with three subsidiaries. When he started talking about his then-girlfriend, Lyanna, Bran's paternal aunt, it looked like his eyes watered. They were planning to get away together with their son, Aegon, and live in Pentos. But she had died trying. In Lyanna's memory, he started a chain of restaurants and named it after her. He had tried to get his son but lost the custody battle to Lyanna's brother, Ned Stark.

"But you're his father," Bran insisted. "Didn't you have more right?"

"I did," Rhaegar said. "But the eyes were still hot on the Targaryens at that time. And Ned went as far as getting ER nurses as witnesses claiming Lyanna's dying wish was for him to take care of our son."

"Didn't you at least wanna see him?" He asked.

"Of course, I do," Rhaegar said sadly. "I very much wanted to, but I can't. Ned didn't just take custody of my son, he filed a restraining order and had me and my siblings banned from Westeros. So, technically I can't send him letters or gifts as well." He took one of the framed photos on his desk and showed it to him. "That's the only picture I have of the three of us."

Bran took the framed photo. It showed a younger Rhaegar without streaks of white in his silvery blond hair. Next to him was his Aunt Lyanna, who hauntingly looks too much like his own sister, Arya. On Lyanna's lap, sat baby Jon, and he looked like he was only a few months old. They were smiling and looked so happy, like the moment captured was baby Jon in the middle of a giggle.

He placed the frame back on the table, then went to pick up his own phone from his pocket. He then went through his gallery and searched the most recent picture of Jon to show Rhaegar. "This is him now." He handed Rhaegar his phone.

Rhaegar took his phone, examined the pic, and smiled. The photo of Jon that he showed was of Jon himself with his girlfriend Ygritte Giantsbane, and they were both in their black military uniforms.

"He's in the military," Bran informed. "Graduated top of his class from the academy. Oh, and my Dad had changed his name to Jon."

"Yeah, I figured Ned would do that." Rhaegar huffed. "Who's this woman next to him?"

"That's his girlfriend," He said. "They're both in the military."

Rhaegar smiled. "He has good taste." He cleared his throat. "Now, going back to business. I don't think you'd be fit to be one of our site engineers."

Bran's heart sank. Great, now what? He thought.

"Because you're overqualified." Rhaegar continued. "And based on your work experience, I had Arthur give you a higher position. We've considered you better as Project Director rather than a Site Engineer."

"What?" He said, stupidly.

"We need the best people we can find, Brandon." Rhaegar announced. "And you're one of them. But, well, it's your call."

"Really?" Bran couldn't believe it. "That's—that's great!" He composed himself. "I mean, it'll be an honor, sir."

"Well, then," Rhaegar spread his arms and smiled, before holding his hand for a shake. "Welcome to Blackfyre Imperial Builders and the Triumvirate Dragons Inc. family."

Bran shook his hand. "Thank you, sir."

Rhaegar chuckled. "Please, call me Rhaegar." He insisted. "And also, you'll start in January."

"Noted, si—I mean, Rhaegar." He said.

Rhaegar stood from his seat, went to the small kitchen and popped open a bottle of champagne. "So, Brandon," He said as he poured two glass half. "Your girlfriend, how did you meet?" He asked.

"Well, she interviewed me because I won this Science Expo," Bran recalled. "She's a journalist."

"Mm-hmm," Rhaegar offered him the other champagne glass, which he reluctantly took. "I read that in the miscellaneous section of your résumé. Brilliant job. And I would guess, you asked her out after?"

Bran shrugged. "I helped her escape her boss who keeps trying to ask her out. And then I asked her to see a Poetry Slam with me."

"Ooh, that's some nice maneuver technique," Rhaegar said. "Anyways, she's a journalist, you say?" He said as he sat back on his chair. "My sister is Editor-in-Chief of Sunfyre Publishing Co. and I believe they're hiring."

"Great, I'll tell my girlfriend to apply." Bran beamed.

Rhaegar then pulled some sort of calling card from his desk drawer. "Here, tell your girlfriend to send her résumé on this e-mail here." He handed him the card.

Bran took the card from Rhaegar and read its contents. On its far left side printed in small font were the words, Sunfyre Publishing Co. with its logo, a golden dragon forming the shape of an S. Then on the center was the name, Daenerys Targaryen. It was printed in a bold font and then an Editor-In-Chief just below her name and then her phone number right and e-mail address just below her position.

Bran thanked Rhaegar again, before leaving and Barry had to escort him back to the Blackfyre Imperial Builders building.

Meera was waiting for him in the lobby, reading a magazine to pass the time. She nearly threw away the magazine when she saw him approach.

"Well?" She asked.

"Well," Bran shrugged. "They already have a few people so—"

"What?" Meera exclaimed. "What did they not see in your résumé? That's—"

"Meera, Stardust," Bran interrupted, grabbing her shoulder trying to calm her down. "Calm down, okay?"

"How can I calm down?" She insisted. "They should've hired you. You're clearly overqualified for the position you're applying. And how are you smiling right now?"

"Well, as I was saying," Bran continued. "They already have a few people. And yes, they said I am overqualified. But, they did offer me a higher position."

"Oh my gods, what?" Meera asked as if she'd misheard him.

Bran smiled smugly. "You are now standing before the Blackfyre Imperial Builders' new Project Director."

Meera's jaw dropped. "Shut up!" She paused for a moment. "Oh my gods!" She squealed, then kissed him, startling him. "I fucking knew it!"

"Well, it's a start." He declared. "It has company benefits, and a provided company car. And now, it's my turn to help you land a job."

"That might be a while," She said. "I have to check out a lot of job search sites."

"Oh, no, no, no," He assured. "You don't have to do that. I already got something you should consider. Maybe I'll talk you through it over lunch?"

Meera chuckled. "Branflakes, it's only nine in the morning."

"Oh, then maybe over coffee and a few brownies?" He countered.

She shrugged. "I guess."

They then started making their way out of the building.

"Great," Bran said. "Because I have a lot to tell you. You will never believe it."