Bran was floating.

He was everything and nowhere.

He was seeing and unseeing.

He was flying.

And no longer falling.

"Bran."

Bran's head snapped to the side to find no one standing there. Quickly he turned around scanning the area around him trying to find the voice only to find a raven sitting on the statue of his Aunt Lyanna. Slowly he approached the raven only for it to fly away further into the crypts of House Stark.

"Bran." a voice whispered.

"Who goes there?"

"Bran." another joined.

"I am Brandon Stark of House Stark, future Prince Consort to Prince Joffrey Baratheon! I damn you, reveal yourself!" Bran demanded as he backed into the statue of his grandfather Rickard Stark trying to be brave. He was a Stark.

"Bran."

"Bran."

"Bran."

With each voice Bran felt his bravery fade, "Plea-se leave me be." Bran whined as he pressed himself further into the statue. Slowly he curled down trying to not cry as he scanned the area looking for whoever was lurking in the shadows. "Joffrey." Bran cried.

"Do not fear us little raven."

Bran glanced up to find an old man with white name kneeling before him. "We do not come to harm you only to warn."

"Warn me? Of what? Who are you?"

"I am everyone and no one. I am the air, the water, the fire and the earth but still no one."

"That explains nothing."

"No little raven, it explains everything not now but soon. But that is not why I'm here."

"Why are you here?"

"When you were pushed you were supposed to die but the Gods have found another purpose for you."

"When I fell? You mean the Kinglsayer did push me out the window, it was not a dream." Bran whispered the last piece to himself.

"No it was not a dream."

"Then I am dead? No, you said I was supposed to die, why am I not?"

"Because the Gods have seen the rot inside of your intended and it will only grow if you perish here. He will burn the seven kingdoms to the ground and your family will join. The chaos he will cause the world to avenge is enough to rival the danger of Daemon Targaryen and we can allow that."

"Targaryen? Joffrey would not burn the seven kingdoms for me, he is not that cruel."

Bran flinched as the man smiled.

"Oh little raven, he is. Now come, you have much to learn and little time. I fear your intended is to lose his calm the longer you sleep."

Bran didn't want to move. He wanted to stay in the crypt surrounded by his ancestors, but something told him to go. He needed to see what the man was talking about.

"So, you're telling me that my mother, Lady Catelyn Stark, was nice to you?" Robb couldn't believe what he was hearing as he massaged Bran's throat to allow the milk & honey to slowly work itself down. The maester said Bran would need to be fed milk, honey and milk of poppy to keep his strength and fight some of the pain that his body will suffer through from the fall.

Jon sighed, "I am just as surprised."

"It's about time. She has no right to hate-" "Robb don't." "It's true. Mother hates you for nothing-" "Leave it be." Jon pleaded. He knew Lady Stark had the right to hate him. It was not his fault nor his desire to be born just to be hated. He never meant to be the stain on House Stark or on her marriage but he could do nothing about it. At least not yet, he is still only ten and six.

"Jon-" "Robb." Jon's tone was firm as he only earned a sigh back from his trueborn brother.

"Forgive me Lord Robb but there is a fire brewing in the south wing."

Both boys turned to the guard who kept his eyes lowered as he opened the door to Bran's room. Jon and Robb shared a look neither recognizing the guard. Ghost & GreyWind sniffed growling low enough for Jon to send Robb a frown, informing his brother that the guard was not one of their own. "Where are Ser Clegane, and Ser Moore?"

"Queen Cersei demanded their presence, my lord. I was simply passing by and thought of informing you of the fire. I could not find Lord Stark or Lady Stark."

"Why-"

"Robb, go. Figure out the cause of the fire. We shall be here when you return."

Robb narrowed his eyes, locking them with Jon as quick shared understanding passed through them. Slowly Robb stared at the guard, who had risen his head up, as he moved to press a hard kiss to Bran's forehead and another to the crown of Jon's ink hair ignoring the pinch into his side. "I shall return quickly. You are dismissed, guard, I will send Ser Clegane, and Ser Moore back. Come GreyWind."

"Of course Lord Robb."

Jon watched Robb exit the room with the guard who closed the door behind. Moving quickly Jon gathered Bran into his arms angling his brother into his chest as he watched the door. "Ghost door. Summer bed." Jon ordered softly.

Jon blinked himself back to focus as the soft growls of Summer and Ghost. Sitting upwards he quickly removed himself from Bran's side allowing Summer to move closer to guard his owner. Ghost was watching the door, so Jon moved quickly grabbing his dagger from the side of the bed. As the door slowly opened.

"You were dismissed earlier, why are you back?" Jon demanded but the guard said nothing as he slowly closed the door behind him, locking it. "I asked you a question."

"You're not s'pposed to be here; no one's s'pposed to be here. It's a mercy; he's dead already." with those words the man pulled out a gold dagger lunging from Bran.

Jon moved without thinking. Throwing his body in front of the dagger, Jon grunted as he felt the quickness of it burying itself in his shoulder before ripping out. The 'guard' quickly jumped back holding the knife painted red as he glared at Jon, "You fucking bastard!"

"Ghost!" Jon roared as he lunged for the man as Ghost jumped biting into the man's calf locking his teeth. The screams filled the air as Jon tackled the man down as he swung his dagger wildly trying to dislodge Ghost from his calf. Summer standing on the edge of Bran's bed ready to attack on Jon's command.

"Who sent you!" "Fuck you!"

"Jon!"

Jon couldn't stop how he glanced back quickly to see Robb and Joffrey only to feel a sharp pain through his jaw/ Fighting the urge to scream Jon turned back quickly to the man wrapping his hands around his neck. As he screamed Jon felt his eyes roll back as he felt the blood start to fill his airway. Jon fought to keep his eyes open as he started to bleed into darkness. He watched in haze as Greywind appeared on the assassin's side opening his mouth ready to strike and killer's eyes filled with fear, "NO!"

"-N! JON!"

Jon glanced up to find Robb's red face as he screamed but Jon couldn't hear him as everything began to come muted. He realized he was no longer holding the man's neck as he was pressed against Robb's chest.

"-obb?"

"-n st- awa-!"

" 'm sorry Robb." Jon whispered as he fell into darkness finding comfort in the scream that followed.

Joffrey didn't slow his pace as he shoved yet another maid out of his way. Ignoring the shouts of his guards from behind him, Joffrey turned the corner sharply.

"Joffrey?"

"Bran!" Joffrey yelled in return as he passed a confused Robb Stark. The eldest son locked eyes with Ser Clegane, and Ser Moore who came rushing behind the prince.

"Ser Clegane? Ser Moore? JON!"

As Joffrey rounded the corner, he felt his body go into the tunnel as he rammed into the closed door only to bruise his shoulder. "BRAN!" Again, Joffrey rammed his body into the door ignoring the stinking from his shoulder. Again, he went. "BRAN!"

"BREAK THE DOOR!" Robb ordered as he snatched Joffrey back as Ser Clegane & Ser Moore took their swords to the door, cutting it down.

"Release me!" Joffrey roared. The blond prince seemed to be in a haze as he tried to rip himself from Robb's arms ignoring the grunts of pain from his future brother-in-law.

"Save your strength."

"BRAN! BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR!"

"Joffrey-"

"BRAN!"

"JOFFREY! Calm yourself-" "How dare you-" "Jon is in there. Whoever is in there must face him first to get to Bran. Jon would die first before they touch Bran." Robb hissed as he made the young prince face him. Joffrey didn't relax but stopped trying to fight as he ripped himself from Robb's arms. "He better."

"Joffrey is a bastard. All of them are bastards. My father knew and Cersei Lannister and Jaime Lannister-"

"Yes, little raven."

"I have to tell them. I have to tell King Robert." Bran demanded as he paced in front of the weirwood tree as the old man sat watching him. "King Robert would have her killed."

"He would have them all killed."

"What?"

"Have you learned nothing, little raven? Robert Baratheon murdered Rhaeger for a woman who didn't want him. He had the prince's family butchered like animals because he could. All for a woman he loves. What would he do to a woman he hates?To her family, her children, your intended? Would he let them live?"

"No. He wouldn't, would he?"

"Are you willing to risk it? Risk Myrcella? Tommen? Joffrey?"

"But the King is my father's best friend. If I tell father-"

"The Lannister will kill him. Then your eldest brother, your brother and your younger brother."

"So, what do I do? Tell me."

"You play the games. I have given you a piece of your future but not all. You must learn as you go, and the gods will give your pieces if you earn them."

"I have no idea what to do."

"Follow your beliefs, trust your mind and your family."

"How do I survive? How do I make sure my family survives?"

"Joffrey. He loves you. He would do anything for you. Take that and make him so powerful no one would think of looking at you."

"You want me to take advantage of his love for me? And what make him insane?"

"Oh, little raven he's already there but I have said too much now. It's time to wake up."

'What?"

"If you need, I shall find me."

"Where?"

"I shall live long and never rot when I die. Now go, little raven, walk again."