As punishment for disobeying her Aunts orders Lyra had been forced to stay inside and help around the castle for the few days. She had been banned from riding, as well as sparring and archery; two punishments that Arya took delight in taunting her with.

Lyra had been made alter some of Bran's old tunics to fit Rickon when she heard of Bran's fall. Screams from the court yard were what first alerted her to the problem and had her rushing for the window where she saw several servants gathered around the small boy. Her legs moved faster than she ever thought possible as she flew through hallways and down stairs until she reached the courtyard. Jon was running from the other side of the castle when she reached the small boy.

"Is he alive?" She panted her voice filled with terror as she crouched down beside his head.

"He's breathing my lady" a stable boy replied.

"It's alright Bran I'm here" Lyra spoke softly as she cupped his cheek gently with her palm.

"What happened?" Jon asked doing the same on the other side.

"He fell my lord, from the broken tower" Lyra frowned in confusion as the stable boys words sunk in. Bran had been climbing for as long as she could remember, he never fell.

"Everyone back up, Maester Luwin's here!" Someone shouted from the back of the crowd. Lyra looked over to see Master Luwin walking over with Catelyn Stark behind him. She could also see Arya standing at the edge of the crowd, tear marks upon her face.

"Jon" Lyra snapped catching her cousins attention before she pointed to Arya. "Take Arya, Rickon and Sansa into my chambers, do not let them near the windows" Jon nodded before he got to his feet and walked over to where Arya was standing. She instantly shoved her older brother away.

"No I want to stay with Bran!" Arya argued.

"Arya please, for once in your life do as you're fucking told!" Lyra yelled, her voice and words shocking the young Stark girl so much that Jon was able to lift her into his arms and carried her away from the scene without her making a sound.

"Oh my boy, my poor boy" Catelyn sobbed kneeling down in the space that Jon left vacant.

Lyra tried to block out her aunts cries as she stared up towards the tower. Bran had climbed it hundred of times, in the most horrendous conditions but had never once lost his footing. Something wasn't right.

Lyra pushed her way through the crowd as she ran towards the steps that took you up to the top of the broken tower. Without even hesitating she began to take the stairs two at a time until she reached the top. She burst open the door that led into what had once been a grand study for the Lord of Winterfell, but was now a dusty ruin with loose floorboard and broken beams that were littered across it. She did a full scan of the room, not daring to take a step inside. She remembered how she Robb and Jon had been playing in the room one time and Jon had fallen through the floor, almost falling to his death at the bottom of the tower, luckily he managed to hang onto a stronger board until her Uncle Eddard came up and rescued him before he scolded the three of them and barred them from ever entering the room again.

The room was empty, there was only one entrance and exit into the abandoned study so she knew she would have seen someone coming out of the tower. But she still had a clenching in her gut that her suspicions were right, she knew Bran was pushed. But by who?

She turned away and made her way back down the steps to the courtyard where the stable boys and blacksmiths were nailing planks of wood together furiously to use as a stretcher put Bran on.

However what Lyra did not see was the two pairs of harsh, Lannister green eyes staring at her in fear from the corner of the room behind what had once been a desk.

"She knows" Cersei whispered to her brother. "Lyra knows the boy didn't fall"

The victory of the hunt was quickly overshadowed by the tragedy that had taken place in the afternoon. Eddard, Robb and Benjen Stark had been rushed up to Brans chambers where Lyra and Catelyn were waiting. Eddard went to Catelyn's side instantly while Benjen crossed over to the other side of the bed took Lyra into his arms to console her sobs. Robb just stood in the doorway, staring at his normally active and youthful little brother laying so still and looking so small that it almost made Robb look like a worried father.

"Robb" he didn't even register when Lyra said his name, and only broke from his frozen state when she took his hand in her own. "Robb come on, we need to go and check on the others" With a gentle tug she began to lead Robb away from the room and down the corridor to his own chambers.

The moment the door was closed sobs tore their way from Robb's throat. Lyra reacted instantly and wrapped her arms around him in embrace.

"Shh it's alright Robb, it's alright" she soothed but her older cousin fought against her embrace.

"How?" Robb snarled out, his eyes now red from tears. He made his way to sit in front of his hearth. "How can it be alright, when Bran's lying there fighting for every breath, and only the gods know which one will be his last"

Lyra sat down across from Robb and leaned forward to put her hand in his. "Bran will not die Robb, he's strong and he's got the Stark stubborness" Lyra smiled.

"But just if..."

"Shh, don't think about if. Right now your family needs you be strong, Sansa and Arya need you, Jon needs you, Rickon needs you and so do I" Lyra spoke up.

Robb's Tully blue eyes moved from the fire beside them up into her Baratheon blue ones to see the tears in them. "I'm scared Robb, I don't want to leave here knowing what could happen"

Robb instantly leant forward and pulled her into an embrace. "You just said it yourself, Bran's not going to die"

A harsh knock upon the wood of Robbs door caused both teens to pull away from the embrace and looked over as Robbs door creaked open. Jon stood there with Rickon upon his hip and Arya and Sansa beside him. All three of them looked confused and fearful, especially Arya who Lyra had found out earlier had seen her brother falling when she was walking back from lessons.

"They wanted to see Robb" Jon spoke up.

"Come in, come in" Robb sniffed wiping his tears quickly with the back of his hand as Arya ran over and launched herself into her big brothers arms. The moment Jon placed Rickon upon the ground he ran to Robbs other side. Sansa walked over and sat down beside Lyra as Jon sat upon the end of Robbs bed.

Once Arya was done hugging Robb she turned and wrapped her arms tightly around Lyra's neck.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that earlier" Lyra spoke kissing the side of Arya's hair as she gripped the young girl to her.

"Is Bran going to die?" Arya asked pulling back from the embrace so her eyes met Lyra.

"Arya!" Sansa hissed but Lyra put a hand over Sansa's to calm her.

"Let's pray that doesn't happen" Robb replied as he lifted Rickon onto his lap and Arya moved back to sit upon Jons lap.

"Bran has all of our prayers, hopefully the six of us should be loud enough for the gods to hear" Lyra smiled softly.

None of them noticed the figure in the doorway until he stepped into the room. "Make that seven" Benjen Stark smiled as he looked around at all his nieces and nephews. "And if they don't want to listen, then we'll make them listen"