Time didn't freeze so much as his perception changed. Lord Stark was in the process of telling the king he'd do it. Arya's face was red and in the process of bursting with tears. Cercei had active smirking bitch face. The king looked tired and only half drunk, the poor guy. They were all frozen in time.
His aura moved his body and he took a step. He stepped beside Arya and lowered his head to her ear.
"I'll save Nymeria, you'll owe me." The karmic string connected, and the pact was sealed. So long as he saved Nymeria she'd owe him something special. That was good. Now how to convince her that a blow job was a worthy repayment?
Then he noticed the queen's mouth was open in her smile. He took her wine cup half raised to her lips and filled it fresh from the nearby latrine. Mycah stepped back and placed it in her hand. He was moving at speeds equal to the return stroke of lightning. He turned to Nymeria. To his perception only seconds had passed.
This wasn't the only path to success. He walked over and tripped Joffrey. A gentle tap was all it took to send his leg out and throw off his balance. Mycah thought it was like being a painter. Now that he was getting started, he was getting a feel for what he wanted.
Working his aura like this was exhausting. It tore at his body and wore at his mind.
He had to focus aura throughout his body to enhance his senses. It was a trick he hadn't learned until recently. His senses were his world. By increasing the speed of information time seemed to freeze. From there he moved himself with his aura. His body little more than a vessel for the energy. At his fifth second his time the world started to move a little more.
He placed a barrier around Nymeria and ran off. Mycah landed deep in the forest miles from the camp. After placing her out of danger, he flew back.
Once he was back, seven seconds of his time had passed. His aura throbbed. He was using 75% output for this feat. That put him at high foundry level. Unfortunately, he couldn't surpass 75% control over his output yet.
Just before his senses and perception of the world returned, he figured out what the scene was missing. He grabbed a shovel and found the biggest freshest pile of pig shit in the field. The he placed it right where Joffrey would land.
He looked at his work. The queen was about to take a sip of piss, Joffrey would eat pig shit, and Nymeria was gone. The eight second passed and his hold over time loosened. He returned his senses to normal and time continued.
The queen took a sip of the piss just as Joffrey fell. As she chugged a mouth full she gagged before seeing Joffrey fall. Her eyes shot wide and she gagged and screeched. All over the king. Joffrey fell face first into the pig shit.
The boy screamed and spat he raised up his face covered from brow to chin in shit. "Mother," He screamed, while cercie gagged. The king sniffed the liquid covering him. Sansa was at Joffrey's side.
"Its ok my prince, I'm here. It will be ok. We'll get you cleaned up." Joffrey turned and pushed her away.
"What the hell woman. Did you just cover me in piss?" The king stood up half in a rage. Then looked over at Joffrey. "Boy can't you stay on your fucking feet. Lancel get me a wet towel now. Hound go wash your fucking charge in the river." The king glared at Cercie. "Woman it seems you've befallen a prank. Go get cleaned." The king said with a chuckle.
"Where is the fucking dire wolf? Go hunt the beast down." A few guards got together to carry out the order. Jamie Lannister took his sister to get her cleaned up. "Kingslayer go take your sister to get clean."
The king looked around at his audience. "Your dismissed. Go you two and play preferribly away from my son. Gods damned floating butcher's son, get out of my sight and walk on the ground. That's an order from your king." Mycah let his feet touch the ground.
"Thank you your grace." Lord Stark said.
Once they were back to the Northman side of camp Lord Stark turned. "Why did you do that?" Lord Stark asked.
"It was easier to make fools of them than to kill the king's men. Should I have overthrown your friend's rule and taken king's landing instead?" Mycah asked.
Lord Stark froze and stared at him. "Does life mean so little to you?"
Mycah thought about it for a moment. "Well standard procedure for taking a kingdom is to take the capitol first. From there, I'd take the nearest kingdoms. It wouldn't take longer than a few days to take all seven with my power. That should ensure that the least amount of life is taken." Mycah said.
"Then why don't you?" Arya questioned.
"If something is that easy to take then does it have any real value. Its only a kingdom. I could take over the whole planet in a few years, if I wanted to.
I'd have to face constant rebellions. That is only fun to put down the first couple times. Then it gets repetitive.
Eventually, under my rule they'd have it too good. With no hardship people get used to easy lives and they want more. I've seen where this road goes. No thank you, I don't want the seven kingdoms or this world." Mycah said.
"Maybe you should take over the world, if it would be that good for everyone." Arya argued.
"No this is ridiculous, he's just a butcher's son. Why should he be powerful and not someone who deserves it like Joffrey? I'm going to tell the queen who did this." Sansa said and made to storm off.
"No Sansa you aren't. I'll break off your betrothal to Joffrey if you say a word." Lord Stark said.
"Could you heal my brother?" Arya asked. The entire group of northmen froze.
"Of course. If you want, I could fly you over to winterfell and I'll heal him now." Mycah tapped his chin. "You'll need to dress warmly. The air up high is much colder. I'll fly us there fast but you could freeze if you go dressed like that." Mycah said.
Arya blushed, she was dressed like a little boy ready to work in the fields. "I'll get my furs." She said and ran off for her wagon.
"Don't worry lord Stark she isn't the first person I've flown around. We will either return in the morning or evening depending on how long it takes to repair your son." Mycah said.
"What can I give you in return for this?" Lord Stark asked.
"A betrothal to your daughter would be nice. But unfortunately, you have the friend price. So you don't own me anything." Mycah said.
"Why do you want to marry my daughter? From what you say you could have anyone in the world." Lord Stark questioned.
"Before I died, she defended me against Joffrey. With nothing but a stick and a dire wolf pup she defended me against a prince who wielded live steel. He swung at her and would have killed her.
If she asked me to kill that little shit, I would in a heart beat. Damn any of the consequences." Mycah smiled a bit. "I have a feeling she'd going hot. Its better to buy in now before I have to start honor killing the competition."
"Just when I think you're husband material for her, you ruin it with your own words." Lord Stark said.
Mycah shook his head and let his aura flow out. In the night he glowed like a star. "I am myself and that's all I can be."
Arya showed up soon after covered from head to toe in furs. Even her mouth was covered. Mycah wrapped her in tentacles and put a barrier around her.
"Every time I get used to the glowing you do something completely alien." Jory the guard captain said. Mycah nodded and shot off the ground. In moments the camp below was a speck of light. Golden aura encircled him and he shot through the sky. North was his destination.
A trip that took weeks for the king's retinue took him about 11minutes. He hovered above winterfell. Ice covered spires numbered in the dozens. Almost a mile of castle covered the ground surrounded by a high wall of stone. It was truly a masterpiece of architecture. It was large symmetrical and understaffed. The massive castle didn't hold as many people as it could have. This was supposed to be the bastion of the Starks. Yet only the lord and his family lived here. This was the castle of the kings of winter. It was wasted by the current social structure. Mycah's opinion aside it was a beautiful castle. He wanted to live in it with Arya.
He flew down to a window with fire flowing from the chimney. Mycah entered the room to see a sleeping Lady Stark, an unnamed dire wolf, and the boy himself. Just as he landed and explosion went off. "Fire someone yelled."
Lady Stark awoke to see Mycah and the form of Arya wrapped in furs. She ran after lady Stark. "Mother," she yelled just as lady Stark was waking up.
"Arya, what are you doing in here what's happening?"
Arya opened her mouth to answer. Before she could, the door to the room slid open and a man with a dagger stood there.
"You were supposed to go investigate the fire. I was only here to kill the boy." The man moved dagger in stabbing position. Mycah raised a finger. A beam of golden light stabbed through the man's heart. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"Arya did he mean Bran or me?" Mycah asked.
"Bran obviously, but if you really wanted to know then you shouldn't have killed him. Couldn't you restrain the next one?" Arya asked.
"Sure thing the next crazy guy with a dagger come to assassinate you family, will get kid's gloves." Mycah said with a grin.
"You know what I mean." Mycah turned back to Bran.
"What's going on here who's he?" Lady Stark asked.
"That's my friend Mycah he's a pilot. He's here to heal Bran." Arya said.
He watched Lady Stark look at the smoking crater that was the gaping wound in the catspaw's chest. Here comes the judgement. He counted down from three.
"Can you heal him?" That wasn't what he predicted.
"Absolutely," Mycah said, as he began really looking at the tragedy that was Bran's spine.