Game of Thrones: Tragedy and Reunions

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Bran

They had traveled for a long time and throughout the journey some of the men forcing them onwards continued to make suggestive comments towards Meera. Bran had to bite his lip and try to hide his red cheeks; he was uncomfortable enough as it was and he was certain they had bound his hands to Meera in that way on purpose.

Meera had also kept mostly quiet; although not through choice; she blushed as much as Bran and occasionally growled through her gag, but otherwise there was nothing else she could do. By now they had arrived at Dreadfort and were through the gates. Standing waiting for them, smirking, was the Bastard of Dreadfort: Ramsay Snow. If what Bran had heard the soldiers talking about was true, he was Ramsay Bolton now.

The group stopped and Bran watched as most of the ropes were removed. He was lifted down from Meera and held up by two soldiers next to her. Another two soldiers held her. They both stood, their hands still bound and Meera still gagged. Ramsay approached them, his smirk turning into a mad grin.

"So," he said softly as he stopped in front of Bran. "The Prince of Winterfell, the broken one."

Bran glared, rankled by Ramsay's comment, but he held his tongue. He knew that losing his temper wouldn't help him here.

Ramsay seemed displeased that his comment did not have the desired affect; he bared his teeth slightly and then stepped over to stand in front of Meera.

"What do we have here?" He remarked as he looked her up and down critically. Meera glared back at him, not even making a sound. Ramsay smiled his widest smile yet as he turned back to Bran.

He seemed to be holding back laughter as he spoke. "I'm disappointed Prince Bran; of all the women in the world, you chose this Frogeater to travel with you. Cripple or not, it's sad you couldn't find one more...womanly."

Ramsay shrugged before walking away from them; he stopped and seemed to make up his mind.

"Unless of course, the girl just happens to prefer cripples to whole men." He remarked before barking a laugh and adding. "Well, even if the prize is poor, I hate to let it slip away or go to waste." He remarked. "Take the broken Prince down to the dungeon. Take the girl to the barracks; let it be known to the men that she's free for them to take as they please."

Meera's eyes widened in anger, a muffled shriek escaping her as she immediately struggled against her captors. The men just laughed and began to drag her towards the barracks. Bran saw the fear in her eyes and felt his heart beat quicken in panic. His voice stuck in his throat until Ramsay spoke again.

"If she resists or gives the men any trouble, they are free to whip her, beat her, whatever they want." He paused and then added, "They can even fuck her harder for all I care."

Finally Bran couldn't stay silent any longer, he had to try and protect Meera, even if he could only do so with words.

"No stop, don't hurt her!" He cried out, he could hear the men laughing but couldn't care less. "She's the daughter of Lord Howland Reed of Greywater Watch; he'll pay you a large ransom for her."

Ramsay barked a laugh and shook his head. "As if I care, why would I ransom some dirty Frogeater? She's probably not even a maiden; but of course, you'd probably already know that."

Bran flushed crimson as Ramsay continued. "The men can fuck her, whip her, beat her all they want, but you will be my ransom, Prince of Winterfell."

"Please, just don't do this...!" Bran attempted to beg but was cut off.

A harsh voice called out. "Shut up!"

Suddenly Bran's cheek exploded with pain, he heard the snap of a whip and knew that was what struck him. Warm blood welled from the mark as he fought back tears. Ramsay was shouting furiously now at the man for attacking Bran without orders, and before long a Maester had treated Bran's injury as he helplessly watched Meera get dragged into the barracks. He was then dragged down into the dungeons, one of the cells was opened, he was unbound, thrown inside and the door was closed, leaving him in the semi-darkness which consumed him.

Bran felt himself trembling as he forced himself to move. Using his arms to pull himself over to the wall; dragging the dead weight of his legs behind him. Once his back was against the wall he reached up and touched his cheek. The Maester had treated the wound but it still stung when he gingerly felt the swollen area. Bran groaned, it was confirmation that this wasn't a nightmare, this was really happening. It was then he heard the screams; the closeness of the barracks to the dungeon entrance confirmed his fears.

"Meera!" He cried out desperately.

It was definitely her screaming. Bran knew her voice well; he could also hear raised voices, male voices, some were joyful, others shouting out words of encouragement. He realized he was now gripping his knees tightly as something else came to him.

'Jojen's Greendream...Flayed men, and then...darkness and a woman screaming, it was Meera's screams.' He realized this to his horror as Meera's screams grew louder.

Several feelings bubbled up inside him: fear for Meera and rage at those men and Ramsay for what they were doing. Guilt for not doing more to try and protect her, utter disappointment in himself for being so helpless; and the longer time passed and longer he heard her screams, the more terror he felt for her well-being.

Sometimes her screams were muffled, other times they were the loudest noise he could hear. He heard all this and was forced to sit there helpless and let it happen, unable to do anything to stop it. All those feelings felt like they were boiling over, guilt and rage being the most prominent. He lowered his head until his forehead touched his knees and covered his ears; desperate to block out the noise. He prayed fervently, both to the Old Gods of his father and his mother's New Gods. He prayed for the torment he and Meera were going through to stop. Her torment was physical; his was an assault on the mind. He just wanted it to stop.

Bran did not know how long it was, he had lost track of time. But at one point, he took his hands away from his ears and froze. There was silence; he couldn't hear Meera's screams anymore. Cold fear gripped his heart again; had they killed her? Heavy footsteps echoed through the dungeon, he looked up fearfully. He heard the jangling of keys and then the groaning hinge of a rusty door. He could see the guards in the doorway, supporting someone between them.

"Here you are cripple; she's still in one piece," one of guards announced. "We've had fun with her, but you can have what's left."

One of the others laughed and added. "Turns out she was a maid after all, at least when we started she was..."

With that they threw the figure into the cell, closed the door and locked it again. Bran looked down nervously. It was Meera; he let out a shuddering gasp when he saw the state she was in. She was completely naked; angry red whip welts covered her back, buttocks, legs, and even her breasts. Her bottom lip was split, and her left cheek was red and swollen. Worse still he could see that she had been bleeding between her legs. Rivulets of blood had partially dried in their trail down her thighs, and there was more blood coming out from between her buttocks too. Bran noted that there was a whitish fluid mixed in with the blood. She was trembling and coughing violently; some of the whitish fluid came out of her mouth as she coughed.

"M-Meera." He called out hesitantly.

His voice seemed to bring her to life. Her eyes snapped open and she forced herself onto her hands and knees. She looked around desperately and then finally saw him, her shoulders relaxing in relief. Bran was embarrassed by her nakedness and looked away politely. He heard her pick up the ceramic bowl of water and retreat to the corner of the cell. Bran tried hard to focus on something else, be he couldn't shake the awkwardness, like he was intruding, but he couldn't think of anything to say to calm things down.

Suddenly he felt arms wrap around his shoulders. He turned his head and Meera was there. She was still naked, and shivering, as there was nothing in the cell she could use. She had managed to clean the blood and all that whitish fluid off her. He guessed she had cleaned her mouth out too. There was silence, he knew that something horrific had happened to her, while he couldn't understand the details he had a rough idea what had happened. The horror was reflected in her eyes. Yet he saw something else there; something he didn't expect to see, determination and even her voice reflected it as she spoke.

"Don't worry, Bran," she stated calmly."I'll get us out of here, I promise. I'll do it."

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