BRAN V
When their mother burst into Robb's room, Bran, Arya, and even Robb were all taken aback by her demanding question, "What is Theon planning to do to your father?"
The three of them each shared a look before even attempting to speak on the subject. Robb, started to say something but Arya was the one who gained their mother's attention, and that of Bran and Robb's by saying, "He's plotting to kill father."
"Arya, do you know what you're saying?" asked their mother with a distressed look.
Arya was definitive in her response, "I do, and it's the truth."
At this Bran could see their mother was hardly convinced by Arya's simple proclamation, and so decided to embellish his sister's story a bit.
"I'm the one who found out about it." Pausing for dramatic effect, Bran then sighed and said, "He's been secretly writing his father for a few months. I found one of his letters. That's how I found out about it. His father's disowned him in favor of his sister-which Theon takes as an insult. His father says if he wants what is his, he needs to make the Starks pay the 'Iron price' for killing his brothers, and take Winterfell." Their mother appeared to be in utter shock at this revelation. Robb, having finished starring in shock at Arya, now looked at Bran as if he didn't know him, and Bran mentally agreed-Robb didn't know him at all. Theon was a danger to the family, if left to his own devices. He'll attack Winterfell given the chance-all of this was true as it had already happened and was likely to happen again. Theon deserved whatever he got.
Their mother raised her eyebrow in suspicion, "How do you know he's agreed to this? Thus far all plotting is Balon's."
"Have you forgotten? He almost killed Rickon! If Bran hadn't been in that direwolf, he might have shot him."
Their mother seemed greatly affected by this reminder, which was only confirmed when she asked,"If what you say is true, then why haven't you spoken about this with your father?"
"He won't listen. He still thinks of Theon as though he were my age," explained Arya
Bran then added for good measure, "And besides we want to catch him in the act! Then there's no denying he's a turncloak!"
"You could help us take care of him..." suggested Arya.
"You two are just children. It isn't your place to catch anyone in any act," scolded their mother. She then signed and said, "I'm going to take care of this." And then she left the room.
Once their mother had left, and the door was shut, Robb stared at them both with a look that a few years ago might've shamed Bran into a submissive guilt, but now only served to expose how ridiculous Robb looked making the face.
"That was not honorable, either of you!"
"Honor is a luxury of a summer's peace. What use is it when you have no idea where you'll get your next meal? And what becomes of the last honorable man? He dies."
Having said her say, Arya then left the room, presumably to return to Jon's room.
"You believe not that rubbish, do you?" asked Robb.
Bran only said, "Robb, we're not the Bran and Arya you once knew. They're long gone."
Bran didn't say anything else. He could hardly believe that Robb, his older brother, could sound so naive. And so he too left his supposedly older sibling and he returned to Jon's room to seek out Arya. He found Arya had done as he'd suspected, only now she was laying down next to Jon, as though she were trying to nestle herself by his side. As he entered, Arya's head shot up almost immediately and her eyes met his, relaxing upon seeing him. Bran could see she'd been crying, but had recently wiped her tear-stained cheeks to rid her of any lasting evidence. Bran said nothing, instead choosing to sit down on the other side of Jon across from his sister. And then tentatively he reached over the thin mounds that were Jon's legs and he hugged his sister, allowing them both to cry. Neither said a word, instead simply choosing to let the other have someone to hold onto and cry. After they had cried themselves out, Bran found himself too tired to return to his own room, so he emulated his elder sister buy falling asleep at Jon's other side, curling up as much as she could into his brother's side.
That night, Bran had a dream. In it an old man of the Night's Watch without any ears knelt before a block at the foot of Winterfell's Heart Tree, before half the castle. As he spoke, his breath formed into small ice men, who grew tall and intimidating and began to kill indiscriminately. Some part of Bran knew these strangely beautiful but deadly monsters. Were these the Others? Suddenly his father swung his sword and blood gushed from the wound, tinto the foot of the heart tree, and the strangest thing of all occurred. It began to grow.