Chapter 2 – Too unfair.
Bran wheeled into his house, still thinking of Myrcella, when his Mother's voice broke in to his thoughts.
"Hello Bran dear. Are you coming to Stenly's party with Theon, Sansa and I? It promises to be extremely fun!" she looked hopefully down at him.
Bran groaned inwardly. Stenly's parties were always a bore. His mother enjoyed them because she got to show off her new gown to all the other ladies of the court, Sansa enjoyed the whole nobilities of them and Theon enjoyed going into dark shadows of his room with mysterious woman…
Only he and Arya disliked them. He noted how Arya was not going and took that to his advantage.
"Arya's not going…so why should I?" He asked defensively.
Catelyn sighed "Because you are the Lord of Winterfell. You are expected as it is your duty."
"But-"
"No buts. You must dress into your finest tunic. You know. The blue one." She left.
Bran sighed resignedly. He left for his room and called his personal assistant. The stable boy, Hodor.
His mother had already laid his tunic on the bed. Flecked with gold, it reminded him of Jaime Lannister. That angered him more than he knew. It flared inside him like a volcano. The man was truly evil. Thank the Gods for the fact that his bastard brother had slain him.
Bran's thoughts led to his bastard brother. Jon Snow, the finest warrior in all the lands. An oathbreaker maybe, but he was too important to kill. He was too strong and too good a fighter. Bran looked up to Jon. He was shred and sharp and amazing at fighting. Bran could've been like that- if it hadn't been for Cercei and Jaime Lannister.
Bran wheeled out of his bedroom when he saw his big sister Arya smiling down at him. She was small and scrawny, with large grey eyes, pale skin and black hair. She looked innocent enough, but he knew that Arya contradicted her appearance. She was vicious and loving
She was also sly.
"What?" Bran cried indignantly
"Oh, nothing." Arya was still smiling smugly. Bran swore at her with his middle finger.
Arya laughed and told him there was a reason he should go to the party. Bran looked confused.
Arya smirked even more broadly "Myrcella's going. Without Alistair." She left.
Bran surged with excitement. Myrcella. That was where she would fall for him. He could imagine it now…
Myrcella would walk up to him and brush her lips against his forehead. He would smile up at her and kiss her lips. He'd wink up at her and she would say how much she loved him. Then they would make out some more…
Hodor smiled down at him. Bran remembered how the stable boy used to carry him around everywhere. He cringed at that. But right now he didn't seem to care. Myrcella was going to the party. Then she would realise what an absolute dick Alistair was and realise how great Bran was. Everything would go perfectly.
As long as nothing unexpected.
