Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 10 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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

Bran

Bran sighed as he sat in a chair by his window, looking out to the courtyard below. Try though he might, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Down below he could see several of the people working at the training yard. He had no doubt Theon and Robb would be down their too.

'Yet I cannot join them…Because of this.' He thought, once more feeling the limits of his infirmity. 'They've got the saddle ready, but they still need to sort everything out so I can work on learning archery from horseback…But I am getting the hang of riding now.'

He smiled at that; it certainly was something that gave him hope. His life had completely changed due to the accident. But things were looking up; that was the main thing. The only thing that currently held him back was a strong concern he had.

He bit his lip. 'I still haven't been able to apologize to Edwyn…Not for lack of trying, but he just avoids me. No matter what I do or say; it's like he isn't listening. He was right; I admit that…But still…'

He still felt guilty for that terrible incident; yet despite his efforts, Edwyn seemed to be determined to prevent him making amends for it. With a sigh he shook his head and made up his mind. He didn't want to spend time moping up here.

He had just returned from his latest riding lesson, but he decided to go back out. Perhaps the fresh air would help him escape the other troubling thoughts he had, his strange dreams.

He turned to look out the window again. 'What is going on, I still haven't found anything that helps me understand these dreams…The ones in that void, with that strange man with the pointed ears. Or the other one, where I'm seeing things through Summer's eyes; or is it, that I am Summer in those dreams?'

He shook his head; it was far too confusing for him to think about those dreams. Especially at this time, after all, since he still had no idea where to start looking for answers.

So, deciding some fresh air would help calm and distract him, he called out. "Hodor!"

The giant stable boy entered and another servant entered, Bran smiled.

"Let's go down to the courtyard." He said.

"Hodor." Replied Hodor before approaching with the servant.

Bran smiled and readied himself and soon he was helped into the basket on Hodor's back. Once he was in position Hodor stood and began to make his way down to the courtyard.

'It; It's not so bad anymore…now I know people aren't mocking me.' He thought to himself. 'At least not here…the people of Winterfell understand at least.'

Smiling at that he took a deep breath as they left the castle, savouring the cool fresh air.

Hodor continued to carry Bran over to where he directed him. There was a small table with chairs under a canopy overlooking the archery targets where Theon was still working on his archery. Maester Luwin was seated at the table, writing various notes, Robb was nearby, talking to him. Bran directed Hodor to take him over to the table. Robb straightened up when he saw them approached.

"Bran, there you are, good to see you." He said with a smile.

Bran smiled as he was helped down onto the other chair. "Thanks, I…I was just tired, being stuck in my room."

Robb nodded. "Well, won't be long now, I'm sure you'll be ready to begin your new archery lessons soon."

"I hope so." Bran stated.

Theon firing at another target before turning to them. "You never know Bran; keep working at it and you'll probably end up as good as me."

Bran rolled his eyes but said nothing. He couldn't help but note that Robb and Luwin were looking somewhat serious, it worried him.

"Robb, is…is something wrong?" He asked at last.

Robb and Luwin shared a glance; which did nothing to comfort him. It was clear something had happened and he began to fear for what was to happen. He was especially worried about the rest of his family, he had no idea what had happened to them following that explosion. He wondered if his father and sisters were still safe in King's Landing; then there was his mother, they still hadn't heard from her since she left.

Robb sighed and shook his head; having heard Bran's questions, Theon stopped his archery and also turned, looking uncharacteristically serious.

"Where to start?" Robb said at last. "Things have…changed since that explosion Bran; is so many ways. But it's not good; the Riverlands are under attack, by the Lannisters…Something to do with mother and Lord Tyrion's disappearance. I have no idea what is going on in King's Landing, we've received no raven. But the way things stand, I'll have to leave here, and lead our armies south, to save the Riverlands."

Bran froze at that. "What, but then, who is going to rule Winterfell?"

Robb was quiet for a moment and Bran realized what the answer was, a mere moment before he said it.

"It will be you Bran."

Bran shook his head. "But, I can't…"

Maester Luwin spoke up. "I will be there to assist you Bran, do not worry."

Bran bit his lip and Robb sighed.

"I am sorry Bran; but I have faith in you…Hopefully this won't take too long and I'll be back before you know it." He said as reassuringly as he could.

Bran sighed; he knew Robb was right about how things would fall to him. He just hoped he was right about it not taking long. Luckily the only real obstacle would be the Twins and as Robb was betrothed to one of Walder Frey's daughters, that surely wouldn't be an issue.

Bran noted that there was something else too; something Robb hadn't mentioned yet.

"What else is going on?" He asked. "I need to know."

Robb sighed and the explained. "There are groups of…people that have appeared in the North. They call themselves Elves, they're from these new lands, they seem mostly like us, apart from a few differences."

Bran sighed; he had an uneasy feeling about this. "What are they like, these Elves?"

"As I said, they look like us; except they're a little bit shorter and thinner…They also have pointed ears." Robb explained.

Bran froze when he heard that. 'That's like; like the man I saw in my dreams, so…he was an Elf?'

Biting his lip he listened and Robb explained more things.

"There are five groups of these Elves; they don't seem to know each other, only those in their own groups." Robb continued. "One of the groups is wary and hostile, so we can't get close to them, they are armed too. The other four are unarmed, but are either hostile despite their lack of weapons, or meek and frightened."

Bran sighed; knowing that this was likely going to cause issues. He feared that he would have to deal with these people at some point, he was afraid of doing something wrong. But in the end he readied himself; he could not back down from this and so he prepared himself to watch over Winterfell when Robb left for battle.

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

Just to note, as you read, the issue with Robb's betrothal to a Frey is already in effect here, I've had to move it and other things affecting Robb forwards, due to the way events happen. So, next time we see Robb, he will be married, but not to a Frey.