Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 7 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

With a heavy sigh, Bran looked up from where he was kneeling by the Heart Tree in the Godswood.

'Gods, so much has happened so fast; especially lately...the things this year...' He thought to himself, before thinking about more recent events. 'Westeros is united behind Daenerys Targaryen, but, we are still at war...'

He knew it wouldn't be over after the battle at King's Landing, but still, he had hoped there would at least be some time to recover, to spend time with his family. But no, they only had a brief reunion before the army, before certain family members and even Solas were off to war once more.

That was what made him sigh. 'Father, Robb, Arya and Gendry are all off to the Wall...to fight, against Corypheus...Gods, I pray they are safe...'

He was here to pray for his family's safety and no matter what he tried, he couldn't help but wonder at how much time had passed since everything had began.

'To think it all started with Corypheus and that orb...the explosion; and yet, here we all are.' He recalled before smiling. 'I can't believe things have become so...different, how much we've all changed...'

He couldn't help but marvel at the changes, he never imagined he would find himself, in love, married and due to be a father. Even though they were still at war, there was hope, hope that his children would be able to grow up in a world of peace. But only if the battle at the Wall, along with the other two battles he knew were raging elsewhere were won by them and their allies.

He was broken out of his thoughts however by the sound of his mother's voice, calling his name.

"Mother?"

She was rushing up to him, looking frantic. "Bran, quickly, we need to get you back to the castle...Meera's is..."

Bran's eyes widened. "The child?"

"Yes, she's been taken to the birthing bed."

Meera was giving birth, his child would be here any time now. Quickly calling Hodor to help him, he was aided into his wheeled chair and, alongside his mother, they quickly made their way back to the castle.

Truthfully, Bran wasn't aware of most of the journey there; his mind was already racing, his emotions nearly overtaking him. Before he knew it, he was seated outside the birthing chamber. His mother opted to stay with him, along with Rickon. Sansa and Shireen were inside, helping Meera along with Maester Luwin.

"Gods..." He whispered.

Rickon looked over at him, worriedly. "Bran?"

Bran shook his head, unsure what to say and do, his wife was giving birth to their child and here he was, all shocked and worried, yet unsure what to do. Frantic and desperate, he wondered if this was how Robb felt when Talisa gave birth to little Lyanna.

'Talisa, she is busy caring for Lyanna, while still somehow helping keeping Winterfell running smoothly...' He reflected. 'But, urgh, focus Bran, this is...Gods, Meera.'

He tensed as, at that moment, he heard Meera scream.

He bit his lip and looked around.

"I...I need to." He began.

Smiling softly, his mother gently touched his shoulder. "It will be alright Bran, trust me, Maester Luwin knows what he is doing, Sansa and Shireen are there for Meera. Everything will be alright."

"But I..." He burst out, desperate and frantic as Meera screamed again.

Still reassuring him, his mother continued. "Everything will be alright, we're right here, don't worry, I'm sure this will be over soon, just...stay focused."

Bran bit his lip but nodded; he just had to wait; although that didn't make it any easier for him as he heard Meera again. But it wasn't until the sun was almost fully set that he started upon hearing it. Meera's cries faded but instead, they could hear the cries of an infant, joined some minutes later by more cries.

"What, how, did…?" He stammered.

Rickon and his mother both smiled at him; then the door opened and Maester Luwin stepped out.

"Ah Lord, Bran, come in...congratulations." He said. "Lady Meera is fine and...it's twins, a son and a daughter."

Bran grinned widely; amazed, and wheeled himself inside.

Later, Bran couldn't keep the grin off his face as he cradled their daughter

Marna they had named her. A beautiful little girl that took after him in appearance. Their son took after Meera in appearance and was named Rodrik, Meera was currently nursing him; smiling warmly at Bran. The two of them were overjoyed as they got to experience such a wonderful blessing.

They just prayed that their children would indeed have a peaceful world to live in, prayed that their allies would have victory, for their children, for all children.

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