Love Speaks Louder Than Words

by Amara Lightskipper

Bran's life seemed to be in order, until he met someone who changed it: Meera. But things turn upside down when they found out that their families were on two opposing sides of a conflict that happened years ago that still remains unresolved. How far will they go for love? Will their love open their families' eyes to seek forgiveness and move on?

6. First Date

BRAN

Ten at night and Bran's still in cloud nine. The main highlight of his day was he got to kiss Meera.

At first, he nearly got caught in Tyrek's trap and even took the winter roses from him. But thankfully, Meera found the card he had written and persisted to find him. And when she did, she surprised him by stealing his first kiss.

By that time, everything went smooth sailing, until his sisters decided to get involved. He loves both Arya and Sansa, and it's big a miracle that they're not at each other's throats, but sometimes they can be, well, extra. They did something very sweet with the roses and the fries and milkshakes, but then again, it felt like they were interfering with the decisions he was supposed to make. But Meera assured him that they were just doing their responsibilities as older siblings, which was to take care after the younger ones.

After he drove Meera home, Bran couldn't get the smile off his face. Even Wex Pyke teased him about it. Normally, he'd tell him off, but that night he just didn't care.

As he lay in his bed, Summer climbed and curled by his feet. Bran checked his phone, and lo and behold! He was the main topic in their group chat, the Stark Pack. Before leaving for the CARNEval, Bran had placed his phone on silent because he wanted to enjoy his moments with Meera.

He opened the group chat and the first thing he saw was the photo. It was of him and Meera eating dinner at the CARNEval. Fuck! He mentally screamed as he did not know Sansa had taken a photo of them and showed it to their other siblings.

This was how it went:

STARK PACK

Ginger Wolf sent a pic. (Pic of Bran and Meera eating dinner at the CARNEval)

Alpha Wolf: Sansa, you met her already?

Ginger Wolf: Yep. I was in White Harbor with Arya Rebel Wolf earlier.

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: DUUUUUUDDDE! SHE'S PRETTY!

Warrior Wolf: Holy shit! I spat out my coffee. Bran has a girlfriend?!

Alpha Wolf: WTF JON HAHAHAHAHAHAHA apparently, yes.

Warrior Wolf: Bet she's the type that can kick ass.

Ginger Wolf: She was in the archery team, so I would say so.

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: She's in the archery team? Then I should know her.

Ginger Wolf: In college, Theon. Not in high school. You weren't in the UWH Archery team, you were on the football team.

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: Oh, okay. I get it.

Warrior Wolf: Also, you were in White Harbor? With Arya?

Alpha Wolf: I know, Dude, It's a miracle!

Ginger Wolf sent a pic. (Pic of Sansa smiling while taking a selfie with Arya, who has an obvious annoyed death glare facial expression, across the table in the CARNEval)

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: IT IS A FUCKING MIRACLE!

Baby Wild Wolf: Whoa! Meera's pretty. Nice catch, Bran.

Baby Wild Wolf: wait

Baby Wild Wolf: fuck you, Robb!

Baby Wild Wolf changed his nickname to Wild Wolf.

Wild Wolf: That's better.

Alpha Wolf: Baby bro, just calm down, okay?

Alpha Wolf: Now, back to Bran! Congrats, little brother Winged Wolf!

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: Why isn't Bran answering?

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: BRAN! BRAN! BRAN! Winged Wolf!

Ginger Wolf: He's still on a date. DUH!

Alpha Wolf: And why is Arya also quiet? It's kinda suspicious.

Ginger Wolf: She's driving.

Ginger Wolf sent a pic. (Pic of Arya driving with Nymeria on the shotgun seat)

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: We're still waiting for you, Bran.

After a while, Arya did answer. And Bran figured that maybe at that time they had already arrived home.

Rebel Wolf: WOULD ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?! LEAVE BRAN ALONE!

Rebel Wolf: HE DIDN'T BOTHER YOU WHEN YOU ALL HAD SOs!

At that point, Bran was boiling with irritation. But he appreciated Arya defending him. That meant a lot to him. She was always the one defending him growing up. He didn't know what else to do so he entered the chat.

Winged Wolf: SANSA Ginger Wolf WTF IS THIS?!

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: Well, finally.

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: WHAT'S UP, BRAN!

Alpha Wolf: So, how was your date?

Winged Wolf: It was great.:)

Winged Wolf: Don't you people have something better else to do than meddling in other people's business?

Winged Wolf: Also, thank you, Arya Rebel Wolf

Alpha Wolf: Hey, you should invite her for dinner here in Winterfell.

Ginger Wolf: OMG YAAASSS!

Ginger Wolf: I'm positive Mom will love her.

Alpha Wolf: And we want to meet her personally.

Winged Wolf: You will, soon.

Alpha Wolf: Nice.

Not-A-Wolf-But-Actually-A-Kraken: I'm taking a screenshot of this convo as further evidence.

The following day, he woke up with reinvigorated energy. He got up and stretched quickly before getting to his feet to open the drapes.

Summer nuzzled his feet, which made Bran turn and knelt. "Good morning, buddy." He greeted as Summer licked his face. "Let's eat breakfast. We have a lot to do today."

Bran went downstairs with Summer scampering after him. He then got himself a cereal from the cupboard and milk from the fridge, before allowing the automatic feeder to release dog food through the app on his phone.

Beren was still asleep on the couch. Of course, he thought. Bran wasn't surprised as Beren liked drinking on the weekends.

Then Beren's phone rang. And because Beren was still snoring away, of course, he wasn't able to answer it. Bran stood from his seat and happened to glanced at Beren's phone on the coffee table. A photo of a guy in military camouflage was on screen and the name, Brandon was on display.

It was Beren's older brother, Brandon Tallhart. Bran knew because, besides the fact that they share the same first name (Brandon is a common Northern name), Brandon was good friends with his cousin, Jon. They were assigned on the same barracks while they were still cadets in the military academy.

Bran felt like the phone call was important so he took Beren's phone and answered it. "Hello."

"Beren, I'm already in Moat Cailin," Brandon Tallhart said on the other line. "You better be ready."

"Uh, this is Bran," Bran answered. "Beren's still asleep."

"Oh," He could hear Brandon huff. "He's on the couch again, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he is." He said.

"Can you please wake him up?" Brandon pleaded. "Push him off the couch, if you have to."

Bran shook Beren's shoulder. "Dude, wake up!"

Beren opened one eye. "What?" He asked groggily.

He handed him his phone. "It's your brother."

Beren took his phone and placed it near his ear. "What's up, bro?" Then suddenly, he sat up with wide eyes. "Uh, yeah. I'll be ready when you get here." He placed down his phone back on the coffee table. "Fuck!" He cussed, then glanced back at him. "Dude, what time is it?"

Bran pointed at the digital clock, 08:04, it displayed.

"Good," Beren said. "I still have time."

Bran walked back to the kitchen to finish his cereal and Beren followed after him.

"Dude, do we still have milk?" He asked.

Bran nodded. "It's in the fridge."

Beren rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk. He took a glass from the cupboard before sitting across from him.

"So, your brother's coming to pick you up?" Bran asked.

"Yeah," Beren replied, taking a banana from the basket of fruits on the island counter. "He said he's gonna introduce his girlfriend to the Tallhart Clan." He peeled the banana he was holding. "I mean, there aren't even that many girls who join the military, right?"

"Not that I know of," Bran shrugged. "But maybe Brandon's girlfriend is a military official's daughter or something. Trust me, Jon's dated a few. His current girlfriend is in the black ops."

"Damn!" Beren said. "I can tell that she's already dangerous."

"According to Jon, she's a sniper." He informed. "So, yeah. I would say so."

"Nice, It's a good thing Talia's like that," Beren muttered half to himself. "But—"

Bran frowned. "But what?" He asked. "I thought you like her."

"It's not her, okay?" Beren revealed. "It's her twin brother, Ethan. I know he's being protective, but he's on me on the tiniest things. Like, why is your arm around my sister? Or that time in Jorelle's party, I gave her a drink and he was like, so what did you put in there? It's fucking annoying."

"Holy shit!" Bran chuckled. "That's what Robb would do to Sansa."

"Anyways," Beren finished his banana. "I won't be back until Monday. So you have the whole place to yourself. And if my guess is right, Meera would be here again."

He shrugged. "Well, yes."

"If you get laid tonight, tequilas will be on me." Beren promised.

"Dude, I'm not gonna sleep with her."

Beren emptied his glass of milk. "Oh, don't worry, man. I got you." He assured. "If you feel like it's going to happen and you're obviously not ready, I got extra condoms in the drawer of my nightstand. You can take some."

"What?!" He shrieked. "Beren, what the fuck!"

Beren chuckled as he stood and placed the empty glass in the dishwasher. "I gotta take a shower before my brother gets here." He then headed towards the staircase. "Think about it, Bran."

"Oh, gods." Bran murmured, then placed his empty bowl on the dishwasher.

Afterwards, Bran went to the balcony as it's where he's planning his outdoor dinner surprise for Meera. He never usually went out to the pool area so at the moment it needs a little cleaning.

Thankfully for him, around thirty minutes later, Beren was picked up by his brother and then they went home to Torrhen's Square for the weekend, which meant Bran had the penthouse to himself. He spent all morning cleaning the outside and setting up the place where they'll have their dinner.

He checked the pool's plumbing system if the Jacuzzi and the grotto (It's a rock waterfall with a cavern-like space beneath it that's large enough to swim into) still worked. Yep, the Aquamarine had two pools all-in-all, one of which was the one used by every unit-owners as one of the building amenities. The other pool is a private one with a Jacuzzi tub located in the penthouse unit. That was all there were in the penthouse, the grotto was added through Arya's suggestion—and she also designed how it looked.

The pool had a wooden cabana nearby with white curtains. It had a woven couch with white cushions and a coffee table. It was where they'd usually sit when they want to relax before taking a swim.

Bran fixed the cabana, swept and polished its wooden floor. He also transferred the woven couch from the cabana near the tempered glass rail to make room for the tatami mat and pillows they were going to sit on. He left the coffee table as it's what they were gonna use that as their table.

He also changed the curtains with newly dry-cleaned ones and hung pixie series lights and several of those DIY string art glue yarn balls Arya had made when she used to live there.

After setting up the decorations, he cooked and ate his lunch. And by 1 pm, he focused on cooking their meals. He also readied the utensils: plates, spoons, forks, knives, and glasses that are going to be used later in the food service cart. He cooked the appetizers first, before working on the main course, which was the chicken. He stuffed it to add more flavor to it before putting it to cook in the oven, which will be cooking for about two hours. As for the dessert, Bran had ordered two dozen cupcakes from the Rosebud Cakes & Pastries and was delivered in two pink boxes an hour after he called for an order, to which he instructed Wex to bring it up to the penthouse as he was too busy.

While he was waiting for the food to be cooked, Bran gave Summer a bath. Thankfully, Summer didn't resist this time. And afterwards, Bran took a shower himself.

Right after before leaving to pick Meera, he prepared the food. He had covered the appetizers and the entrée with stainless steel cloches and placed them on top of the foodservice cart, which had a built-in food warmer. The dessert, which was the cupcakes, he had placed on a glass cake stand with a glass cloche, but he didn't place it on the food warmer, but on the table where they would eat, right next to the tree branch design candle holder—another of the many things his sister Arya had bought. He had also set the table early with the utensils and wine glasses, and he picked an Arbor Gold wine, which he will place on a basket with red and purple grapes as Summer will be the one who'll deliver it later.

By 5pm, he and Summer went to pick up Meera from the Greenwood Flats. He was dressed in his usual clothes, a comfy long-sleeved shirt, and trousers.

He was waiting in the Greenwoods building's lobby when he saw Meera's brother, Jojen getting out of the elevator.

Jojen was definitely sticking to his degree program, as his black t-shirt had a slogan: I stand for Green Living and it had a drawing of a large tree. Just perfect for a Botany major like him.

And it was kind of unusual seeing Jojen going out on a Saturday. Because as Meera had told him about her brother, they were similar in a way, socially awkward and rarely went out on parties.

"Jojen, hey." Bran greeted.

"Oh, hey," Jojen smiled. "Meera will be down shortly." Then he noticed Summer and his eyes widened. "Is having a wolf as a pet even legal?" He asked.

"Uh, no." He replied. "He's not a wolf, he's just a mixed breed of two large dog species."

"Oh, cool," Jojen said absent-mindedly, then held his hand out to Summer. "Hello, boy."

Summer wagged his tail and nuzzled Jojen's hand with his snout.

"That's weird," Bran raised an eyebrow. "Most people are afraid of him. So, I'll assume the old wives' tale about animals loving vegans is true then?"

"Nope, that's a myth." Jojen clarified as he knelt and scratched Summer's neck. "What's his name?"

"It's Summer." Bran then cleared his throat. "So, anyways, where are you off to tonight?" He asked.

"Oh, a friend asked me to help him," Jojen explained. "Well, more like a friend's friend. They need someone to help them graft plants successfully."

"Well, they're in luck," Bran said. "You're a Botany Major."

Jojen shrugged. "By the way, where did you get winter roses in summer?" He asked.

"Oh, um, we have a conservatory on our grounds." He explained. "We simply picked some and arranged it into a bouquet."

"A greenhouse," Jojen smirked. "Nice! Unfortunately, I can't fit one in our flat."

Summer barked excitedly, and laid down on his back with his paws up in the air, still wagging his tail playfully.

"Aww," Jojen chuckled. "He's so cute." He said as he scratched Summer's belly before turning to Bran. "Does he normally do this?"

Bran shook his head. "No," He replied. "But if he does that, it means he likes you."

Jojen continued scratching Summer's belly. "Who's a good dog?" He said in a weird babyish voice, the same way his brother, Robb does when he talks to Grey wind.

Another elevator opened and two people got out. Meera was one of them and the other was a guy about his age, but Bran didn't recognize him until he walked closer towards their direction. And it was Cley Cerwyn.

"Reed, let's go." Cley told Jojen before he noticed Bran. "They're just around the block—Stark?" He stopped at his tracks and frowned. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

Before he could answer, Meera was suddenly beside him. "He is my date." She said, then kissed his cheek.

Meera was dress in green short overalls with one strap down and a white t-shirt underneath. And she was wearing comfy flat shoes.

"Hey," He greeted, right after giving Meera a peck on her cheek, then turned to Cley. "I came to pick her up."

Cley raised an eyebrow at them. "I didn't know you guys are dating."

Meera snorted. "Well, we don't announce things on social media like most people."

Jojen was still playing with Summer, which made Meera snort.

"Jojen, what are you doing?" She asked.

Jojen looked up at his sister. "Why don't we ever get a dog?"

"You know how Dad feels about animal fur." She reminded him.

Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of the Greenwoods. The car's shotgun window rolled down and a guy popped out his head. "Cerwyn, come on!" He called.

"Oh, they're here," Cley said, then nudged Jojen. "Dude, let's go." He turned back to them. "I'll see you guys around."

Jojen got up and stroke Summer's hide one last time. "Bye, Summer."

"Don't do anything stupid." Meera said.

Jojen snorted. "Please, I think I'll arrive home before you will." He chuckled. "You know, agreeing to help them, I feel like I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"You're not a Jedi." Meera countered. "But I'll give you that. Why, then?"

"Because I'm their only hope," Jojen said. "In grafting."

Bran and Meera both laughed.

Jojen frowned at his sister. "You're laughing like you understood that reference."

"I do," Meera confirmed. "Leia said it in a holographic message in Episode IV: A New Hope. Right before she sent the two droids with the Death Star plans."

Jojen still looked like he didn't believe her and turned to him.

"I made her watch Star Wars with me," Bran revealed. "And I'm proud to say that she's officially a Star Wars fan."

"That's right, little brother." Meera agreed.

Jojen smiled. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed, then he shook Bran's hand repeatedly. "Thank you, man. Like, seriously, I couldn't get her to watch Star Wars. But whatever you did, it worked."

Meera hit Jojen's arm, prompting him to let go of Bran's hand. "Would you stop it?" She scolded. "He'll think you're weird."

Suddenly, the car outside was honking again, which meant they were getting impatient waiting for Jojen.

"Reed, come on!" Cley called out.

"I have to go," Jojen said. "You guys have fun on your date." Then he turned to Meera. "I like him." He said, pointing at Bran before heading out to the car outside.

As Jojen left with Cley Cerwyn, Bran turned to Meera, smiling.

"I know your brother would thank me for persuading you to watch Star Wars." Bran said.

Meera snorted. "Of course, I know he would." She said. "By the way, did he ask you about the flowers?"

"Yeah," Bran nodded. "I mean, I sort of expected it since there aren't winter roses available and you mentioned that your brother's into plants." He cleared his throat. "So, shall we go?"

She held an open palm at him. "I want to hold Summer's leash."

Bran handed her Summer's leash and they proceeded to walk towards the Aquamarine.

"So," Meera started to say. "I hope you kept in mind what I told you last night."

"Of course, I did," Bran assured. "You think I'd ever let you down?"

"Good to know." She said, smiling. "I'm excited because you're cooking again. The last time you did, that meal was phenomenal. A simple homemade meal, just the way I like it. No take-out orders."

Bran cleared his throat. "Uh, about that," He said. "I sort of, ordered cupcakes for dessert."

"What?" Meera sighed. "Why didn't you just call me? I could've made something for us. And you could've saved money."

"No, I just—it's supposed to be a surprise," Bran admitted. "But I'm terrible at keeping secrets. But I didn't just order the cupcakes, okay?" He explained. "I'm taking some home, to make up for driving home late. My brothers and sisters like that, especially Rickon."

Once they arrived at the Aquamarine, Wex was grinning like crazy as usual. And it almost became a normal thing whenever Bran took Meera to the penthouse.

"Good evening, lovebirds," Wex greeted, then frowned at him. "I thought you were going back home to Winterfell tonight."

"I will, later." He informed.

And with that Wex left them alone.

Bran got nervous when they got to the elevators. Not because of the date but because of the thought that Meera might not like his surprise.

When they got into the penthouse, Bran led Meera to the living room.

"Just stay here." He said, prompting her to sit on the couch. "I'll do a little table setting."

"But don't you need help?" She offered.

"No, no, I'm good," Bran assured. "Don't worry about it. I'll be quick." He turned to Summer. "Buddy, you need to distract her."

Meera frowned. "What?"

"Trust me, I got it under control." He promised, then headed to the kitchen.

Bran checked and placed everything that they need on the food cart. He pulled the Arbor Gold wine from the fridge and placed it on the basket with the grapes. He then pushed the food cart out to the pool area and set the food on the table. He also turned on the plumbing from the rock waterfall and the pool lights.

He lit the blueberry scented candle on their table before going back to check on Meera. Thankfully for him, Summer was doing a great job distracting Meera as his dog had his headrest on Meera's lap while she gently stroke his fur.

Bran smiled at the sight of them. Summer was rarely cuddly with anyone. He would be friends with other people, yes, but he was never in their faces when they're sitting on the couch. He was also surprised by how Summer reacted to Jojen earlier. Summer was never like that to the people he had just met.

According to some article Robb had forced him to read when they first got the dogs, it was said that dogs can sense if a person is good or bad. Bran had definite proof of that when Summer barked at Tyrek the first time they met. On the other hand, he was glad that Summer was able to warm up to the Reeds.

He cleared his throat. "You both seem comfortable."

"He's doing a good job distracting me, obviously." Meera said.

"Well done, Summer," Bran praised, then turned to Meera. "Now, come on. It's set."

Bran took Meera's hand as soon as she stood with Summer right behind them.

Meera was confused when they passed the dining hall. "Where are we going?" She asked. "I thought we're having dinner."

"We are," He replied. "Just not in the dining hall." He opened the sliding door to the pool area and smiled. "We're eating out, literally."

Meera stepped out and her annoyed expression changed to astonished in a second. "Whoa," She said in awe. "This is…" She faltered and shook her head. "I can't even think of a word to describe this. And I'm a journalist."

"How about we just get on with dinner?" Bran said as he led her to the cabana. "I know you're hungry and I am too."

She sniffed the air as she took a step onto the cabana and smiled. "Blueberries."

"How can you tell?" He asked.

Meera shrugged. "I grew up in a berries farm." She pointed out. "And my Mom collected scented candles as well."

"That is actually Sansa's." He explained as he guided her to her seat. "She used to have a drawer of scented candles in her room when she lived here. But when she moved back to Winterfell, I took a few. And this one is my favorite."

Bran sat across from her, enjoying the fact that Meera was still admiring what she saw.

"I still can't believe you pulled this off." She said. "We could've just eaten in your dining hall, you know."

"I know," Bran smiled. "But I wanted to do something different." He removed the cloche and revealed the appetizers. "For our appetizer, dynamite spring rolls. And by dynamite, it means spicy. So I made a sour cream dip to minimize the spiciness. And it's a veggie spring roll, so you can bring some to your place for your brother." He frowned. "Jojen eats spicy food, right?"

"He eats anything as long as it's all fruits and vegetables." Meera picked one from the serving plate, dipped it in the sour cream before taking a bite. "Hmm," She said. "I didn't know you can pass off as a chef."

"I'm not a chef," He corrected. "I just like to cook for my friends and family."

"It's the same thing." She insisted. "If this is the appetizer, and the cupcakes are the desserts, then what's the main course?"

Bran removed the large cloche in the middle of the table and it showed the oven-roasted stuffed chicken.

"Whoa!" Meera gasped. "But you do know we can't eat this whole chicken, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll bring this to Winterfell as well." He assured. "Rickon loves chicken. And also," He whistled and called for Summer. "Buddy, the basket."

Summer went back inside and came back with the basket of grapes and Arbor Gold wine.

"Oh my gods!" She squealed. "Did you practice this?" She asked.

"Sort of," He admitted. As he pulled out the Arbor Gold wine from the basket and poured it on their wine glasses.

"Arbor Gold, nice." She nodded.

"I picked Arbor Gold because I don't like Dornish Red."

"Me too," Meera admitted. "So a three-course, outdoor fine-dining? I'll give you an eleven out of ten."

Bran smiled. "Well, thanks."

After a lot of compliments, they ate. And as they did, Bran gave Summer some chicken, which he seemed to like.

"Anyways," Meera started as she sliced her piece of chicken with a knife. "Lyra said she was gonna take her sister, Lya mountain trekking two weeks from now. And she invited me and Gwyn, and that we could bring other people too. Would you like to come with us?" She asked.

"On which mountain?"

"Mt. Alarra." She informed. "From the base on Highpoint. Well. it's either that or we're going to a hot spring in Karhold or camping in the Wolf Pines National Park."

"Well, I've been to the Wolf Pines. It's literally over our fence." He said, scratching Summer's hide. "It's also how we found Summer as a pup with his littermates. And I've also been to that hot spring in Karhold. It's only a mile away from that Mountain Ski Resort owned by the Karstarks. But I've never been mountain trekking, especially on one of the mountains in the Kings of Winter."

The Kings of Winter is another name of the Northern Mountain Range, and it is called such because it has the highest peaks in Westeros. And most of the mountains were named after actual kings of winter or queens, princes and princesses, who lived centuries ago. The highest, Mt. Brandon or famously called, Brandon's Peak, was named for Brandon-the-Builder, the first king in the North and the one who founded Winterfell.

The Kings of Winter also have the third and fourth highest mountain, with it being Mt. Torrhen and Mt. Cregan. The second highest mountain being Mt. Gyles of the Moon Mountains in the Vale and the fifth-highest being Mt. Morion of the Red Mountains in Dorne.

"So you're coming?" She asked.

Bran nodded. "Yeah, of course," He replied with glee. "I'm up for it."

"Cool, I'm telling Lyra you're coming with us," Meera said. "But back-up a bit. You said you found Summer and his littermates as pups in your property?"

"On our grounds, yes," Bran recalled. "Just over the fence from the Wolf Pines. We, first thought that they were wolf pups, huddled up close to their dead mother, which was what we thought was a wolf. Until one of our own staff said that it was just a large wild dog."

"How did the mother die?" She asked.

"We don't know." He said. "But she did have a deer's antler sticking from its neck. My Dad assumed she was preying a stag for her pups." He placed his arm around Summer, who was quietly eating the chicken Bran gave him on his feeder. "Robb begged our Dad and suggested that we adopt them. And since then, Summer and I have been best buds."

"That's good to know." She said as she took a cupcake from the glass cake stand and took a bite. "By the way, where did you order these cupcakes from?"

"The Rosebud,"

"Ooh, I knew they tasted familiar," Meera said. "My favorites are the ones with berries as frostings and toppings."

She took another bite from the cupcake and it left a trace of frosting on her lower lip.

Bran smiled at the sight of it. And he loved the fact that either Meera didn't know or cared.

"What?" She asked.

He just took his table napkin, leaned forward and wiped her face from across. It startled Meera, of course, but that's when he explained.

"You have frosting on your lower lip."

Meera's face turned slightly red. "Shit, that's embarrassing."

"No, it's not." Bran countered. "Well, I mean—it's kinda embarrassing. But I find it more adorable than embarrassing." He forced out a smile. "Don't hate me."

She laughed. "You're kinda weird. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Yes, and thank you." He raised his wine glass and drank from it.

Meera frowned in confusion, so he had to clarify things.

"Oh, when someone tells me I'm weird, I always take it as a compliment never an insult." He explained. "The way I see it, it means they notice that I'm different from typical people they meet."

"It's probably why I'm drawn to you." She guessed. "Weird people always had interesting stories to tell."

After eating their dinner, Bran showed her around the pool area.

He pointed at the woven couch. "Those chairs are supposed to be in the cabana." He explained. "But I placed them there so I would have somewhere to set our dinner on."

Meera raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, I figured that." She said. "There's no way a couch with those types of cushions should be left out in the open." She then pointed at the grotto. "And that rock-cave-waterfall thing was Arya's doing?"

"Yeah, she designed it." He confirmed. "And the pool lighting as well. My sister always had a knack for unusual stuff."

She frowned. "You're making it sound like it's a bad thing."

"Well, Arya's main goal at her designs is for people passing by to stop and admire it." Bran pointed out. "I mean, it works. People actually stop and admire it, but sometimes it can be over the top."

Meera nudged him. "It's just unique." She corrected. "That's why people admire it. Because it's something they don't see everyday. And wait—" She stopped at one part of the rooftop overlooking the skyline of White Harbor. "This view right here is Arya's painting, right? The one by the staircase?"

"Yeah, she came here every night for two weeks at this spot," He recalled. "With an easel and a canvas. And she simply painted what she saw."

"I see why she wanted to paint it," She said. "It's beautiful. Plus, I don't get this kind of view from my place." She pointed at the portable fire pit encircled by wooden stools. "And you can even roast marshmallows for s'mores."

"We'll do that next time." He promised then he cleared his throat. "Anyways, would you…uh, like to dance?"

Meera giggled. "But there's no music."

"Oh, right," Bran pulled out his phone and played one of those romantic violin symphonies before holding out his hand. "Now, shall we, my lady?"

"Of course, my lord." She replied as she took his hand. "I have to warn you, I'm not very good at dancing."

"That makes both of us." He admitted as he guided her hand on his shoulder and placed his hands on her waist.

Before he knew it, Meera intertwined her fingers around his neck and gazed into his eyes as they danced along to the sweet music.

"I never pegged you for a romantic guy." She pointed out. "This is nice. I could get use to this."

"Really?" He asked as he guided her in a quick twirl. "In that case, I need dance lessons from my Mom then."

Meera laughed. And it was good to hear. "It's like every date is a new adventure."

"Every date is a new adventure," He repeated. "Noted."

Afterwards, he caressed her cheek. Looking at her now, he thought, Gods she's so beautiful. He then didn't hesitate to lean down and kissed her, right there. He was thrilled when she kissed him back. And at that moment, everything just felt right.

As they watched the movie, but Bran's eyes weren't mostly on the flatscreen. They were at Meera's. He couldn't stop staring at her. He loved the way her eyebrows knitted in concentration, how she complained in frustration on the characters' stupid decisions and cheered when the good guys finally won. And she was a lot of fun to watch.

As he observed her, Bran made a silent promise to himself. I'm going to marry her someday, he thought.

Unfortunately for him, Meera caught him staring.

"What?" She asked.

"Uh, nothing." Bran could feel his face turning red as he looked away.

Meera narrowed her eyes at him and elbowed him suspiciously.

"Hey," He held his hands up in surrender. "I'm just glad you love my surprise."

"Who wouldn't? It's really sweet." She smiled.

Also, while watching movies that same week, Summer always came to them and he'd rest his head on Bran's lap. But since Wednesday, Summer would surprisingly always prefer resting his head on Meera's lap and Bran never understood why. He only assumed Summer liked Meera as well, to which he considered a good thing.

After the movie, only did Meera asked her questions.

"I knew it was the twins." She declared. "And Anakin actually did bring balance to the force."

"So, how do you find the plot of the entire film series?" He asked.

"It's great, but then again, it's just one family fucking up the whole galaxy with their drama."

Bran chuckled. "That's another way to put it."

"But I still need to watch the tv series," She insisted. "You said characters and story arcs are more complex. And there are things that I still don't understand, like how the force spirit thing works and Order 66."

He leaned forward and pulled a flash drive from the coffee table's centerpiece. "Here you go." He said. "It has seasons one to six."

"How did you already have it?" She asked.

Bran shrugged. "You mentioned it last night," He reminded her. "So I prepared it before I picked you up."

Meera took the flask drive from him and placed it in her overalls' pocket. "Thanks." Then she gave him a peck on his cheek.

He made a face at her. "I'm gonna need more than that."

She chuckled. "Alright," She crooked a finger and motioned him to come closer.

Bran dived in and kissed her on her lips. She kissed him back and wrapped her hands around his neck. He opened his mouth and reveled in that faint scent of hers. Her mouth was so warm and her lips felt even softer than before.

Suddenly, her lips didn't feel as soft anymore, it felt hot against his. Then she pushed him back against the backrest of the couch and sat on his lap, straddling him.

And it's as if his hands knew what to do because he wrapped his arms around her waist. He slowly caressed Meera's figure as he went down to her hips and thighs and gently squeezed them.

Meera moaned against the kiss, it made him pull apart and stared at her for a few seconds.

"What is it?" She asked.

Bran smiled. "Nothing," He said, then cupped her face and pulled her back into the kiss.

Meera giggled as she continued kissing him before wrapping her arms around his neck.

But of course, Summer found a way to interrupt them. His barking caused them to break apart from each other. And they found Summer sitting not far from them with his head tilted to one side like he was curious at what he and Meera were doing.

"What is it now, buddy?"

Summer whined in reply then gave him the puppy-dog-eyes when he's hungry. Like a please-give-me-food expression.

"I know that look," Bran noticed. "You want food again."

His dog stood and wagged his tail at the word food and barked excitedly. Yes, food! He seemed to say. Give me food!

Bran sighed. "Alright," He searched for his phone, but it was on the coffee table.

"I got it," Meera said, then reached out her hand to pick up his phone and handed it to him.

He browsed his phone for the dog feeder app, pressed a button and sure enough, they could hear the automatic feeder dispensing food onto the feeder, much to Summer's excitement that we ran towards the kitchen.

Bran put his phone aside and turned back to Meera. "Now, where were we?"

Meera smiled before kissing him again. Then as they tasted each others' tongues, she started grinding against him. And he could feel his cock throbbing against his trousers as she continued.

From her lips, Bran went down her neck and sucked a spot on her throat, which made her moan softly. That's also the time she noticed the bulge in his trousers, which made her broke free from the kiss and stare at him. Then on his trousers. Then back at him.

Bran could feel himself turning red from embarrassment. "Um," He sighed. "This is embarrassing."

Meera gave him a mischievous smirk before reaching down and rubbed down over his cock.

"Oh my gods!" He flinched and nearly threw her off his lap. "What are you—hmmmf…" He moaned as he threw his head back on the couch's backrest.

"You like that, huh?"

"Stop talking." He said as he pulled her closer and kissed her again.

And as they went back to exploring each others' tongues, Bran's hands fondled her. They were everywhere, touching and grasping everything. One millisecond his hands were rubbing her back, the next they were on her waist, then on her hips, and then lower, down to her thighs, with her moaning at every touch.

Meera tasted like Arbor Gold. He wasn't surprised, as they were drinking Arbor Gold wine earlier. And it was sweet. He then pressed his hand on her back and pulled her closer to him.

Bran then started kissing her before dropping to her neck, sucking marks on it.

"Bran—hmm…" Meera whimpered. "That—oh! That feels nice."

She then pulled away from him, started snapping open the buckle of his belt and snatching at the zipper.

His hand went to her wrist to stop her. "Wait, stop."

Meera looked up, with her hands still gripping the unzipped top of his trousers. "What?" She asked.

"Not here." He said, out of breath. "Let's take this upstairs. It's quieter, and no one will ever hear us." He assured.

She slowly smiled. "Okay." She said, before getting up from his lap.

Bran took her hand and gestured for her to follow him upstairs. He turned on the lights on the hallway, also illuminating the paintings Arya had on the walls.

"Ooh, more paintings!" Meera squealed. "Maybe I could get one as a birthday present."

"I'll tell her you said that." He said. "Anyways, quick tour. There are four bedrooms all in all. The master bedroom, the largest, is on that last door from the window. The room next to it is Beren's room, and it was my sister Sansa's room way back when she used to live here."

"So the other two rooms are vacant?" She guessed.

"Yeah," He replied. "The room at the end, across the bathroom used to be my foster brother's. And the room next to it was Arya's. Now, those rooms are currently used for storage. But if I get a call ahead that someone's staying over, I'll clean it myself. Put sheets on the mattress and pillows, fix the thermostat, stuff like that."

Bran led her to his room. It was dark, partly because he never expected them to go up there in the first place. And because the last time he was in his room that day, it was still in broad daylight.

He didn't switch on the lights, thinking it would just kill the mood. All he did was turn on the remote-controlled fireplace, creating a dim light source around the room enough for them to see their surroundings.

"Whoa!" Meera gasped. "This room is as big as the living and dining rooms and kitchen in my place combined." She pointed at the door to her left. "And you even have your own bathroom."

"That's not the bathroom." He corrected, pulling her with him to show her that there's another door across the first door she saw. "This is the bathroom, that's the walk-in closet."

She pointed at the dog cushion. "And that's Summer's bed."

"Yes, but he never sleeps there." He said. "Summer's only there when I'm doing something on my desk. He usually sleeps by my feet, literally."

"Okay, now I will definitely say that you are spoiling him too much." She said, then walked towards the bookshelves by his desk. "And you have a library in here."

"Of course," He shrugged. "I love to read. That's why I had lights installed on the headboard." He pointed at the bed's headboard.

"Nice," She smiled in approval. "So I guess, I'll have to recommend a book series for you to read then. Harry Potter, maybe?"

Bran chuckled. "I already am a fan." He said, pointing to the treasure chest-shaped box on the top shelf. "I have all seven books in hardbound. Plus, an exact replica of the Marauder's Map. And I also have a detailed scaled model of the Hogwarts castle, but Arya stole it and took it to our house in Winterfell."

"Oh my gods!" Meera squealed. "That is so cool! So, which house are you sorted in?" She asked.

"Ravenclaw." He replied.

"I'm on Gryffindor." She brought up. "But you know," She said as she walked closer to him. "Even if we're not sorted in the same house, I think we'd still get along in Hogwarts."

"Right, whatever." Bran had then closed the space between them and their lips touched once again. He then used his height to push her back, and Meera's feet stepped backward slowly. Her hands went up to his hair as the back of her legs bumped against the frame of the bed. He unclipped the other strap of her overalls just as she tugged the end of his long-sleeved shirt to remove it.

He removed his shirt afterwards and he pulled her closer just as she pushed down her overalls, stepped out of them and kicked it aside.

Meera wrapped her arms around his neck. Bran lowered himself and kissed her neck, gripped her thighs and carried her up onto his bed before removing her t-shirt, leaving her in her underwear.

Bran stood back and stared at her. The sight of her half-naked on his bed made him nervous. It was the first time he had ever brought a girl into his bed, much less to his room.

Seeing him frozen, Meera looked concerned. "What is it?" She asked.

"I—um," Bran faltered. "I've never done this before." He admitted.

She let out a sigh and hugged her arms in a subtle attempt to cover herself. "That makes two of us."

"Really?" He asked curiously.

Meera shook her head. "No, I've never done it. But I promised myself, that I want my first time to be someone I trust. And I never had someone I actually had a real connection with, until you."

Bran smiled at that, before diving in again to kiss her.

She rubbed her hands down his chest, over his stomach, down to his trousers. She then undid his belt and tugged open his trousers' zipper.

As his trousers fell to the floor, yanking his shoes off along with them, he was left in his boxers. And Meera took advantage of the situation as she cupped the bulge of his throbbing cock against his boxers.

As Meera pulled herself backwards, further into the bed. It's also the time when Bran remembered that they didn't have any protection.

He suddenly recalled Beren's offer earlier that day. I got extra condoms in the drawer of my nightstand, Beren had said. You can take some.

"Um, hold on just a sec." He said

Before Meera could react or reply, Bran ran out of his room and invited himself into Beren's room.

The other three rooms were only two-thirds the size of the master bedroom, and it did not have own bathrooms. But it did have a walk-in closet, just half the size of the one in the master bedroom.

Beren's room was surprisingly clean. The queen-sized bed was made and his laundry bin was empty. Maybe he had cleaned his room the day before or maybe he did it before he left with his brother earlier that day.

Bran went for the nightstand drawer. Sure enough, Beren actually had a box of condoms. Truthfully, he didn't even know how many people Beren had ever slept with. Mostly, because he hadn't brought girls in the penthouse. But regarding Beren's constant weekend partying and bar-hopping routine, it was pretty much self-explanatory that he had slept with a few people.

The box said that it stored a dozen, but currently, it already had about ten left. Bran took one from the box and sprinted back to his room.

Meera was still on his bed, waiting. She was sitting with her arms spread out behind her, supporting her weight as she stared up at him and she had an impatient expression on her face.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting." He apologized as he placed the packed condom on the nightstand before turning to her.

She simply crooked a finger, motioning for him to come closer.

And that's what he did. He climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of her. Bran crashed his lips against hers. Meera kissed him back hungrily, wrapping her hands around his neck.

Things started heating up as they explored each other's tongues. He began tugging her bra straps off and Meera never hesitated as she got what he was trying to imply and unhooked her bra, then cast it aside.

He got the view of her breasts and couldn't resist but brush his hands against them. Bran kissed her again before moving down to her neck and then lower to her shoulder, and finally to her breasts. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he pinched the other earnestly, making her groan.

"Hmm, that feels—ah—good!" Meera moaned, raking her hands through his auburn hair.

As he went on, Meera's moans grew louder, making him harder downstairs. He pushed Meera back, making her lay flat on the bed as he planted kisses on her breasts, trailing down to her stomach, down to her panties.

Bran bent down and spread her legs apart, holding it at the back of her knees. He had then pulled her panties from her legs and threw them aside.

He leaned back and got a good look at her. Meera was completely naked on his bed. He had never imagined this was how far their date was gonna go, but he's not complaining. He's just gonna enjoy every moment of it.

Bran couldn't help but smile. Gods, she's so beautiful. He thought.

Meera boosted up on her elbows, visibly concerned at what he's about to do. "Um, what are you doing?" She asked.

He didn't answer. Now, people might wonder how he learned to do all of these since he was a virgin. Well, for the first time in his life, he's thanking the mandatory Sex Ed classes students were forced to take up during high school.

Bran sniffed between her legs, making her shiver as he breathed against her cunt. He gave her a smirk before going on to drag his tongue against her wet folds.

An involuntary moan escaped Meera's lips. "Bran—oh my gods!" She jerked her hips in surprise.

Hearing Meera's moans completely turned him on, so he spread her legs further apart and continued sucking on her folds, making her groan loud to the point of almost screaming. Damn, she tastes so good, He thought.

Meera reached out and raked his auburn hair gently as she cried out in pleasure. "Ahh, Bran!" She moaned.

Bran stopped as he was painfully hard. It's as if his cock was begging to be free from his boxers. He sat back on the bed before Meera's legs spread open.

Meera was breathing hard, then she hoisted herself up on her elbows and sat up. She placed one hand on his shoulder, pulling him towards her again and the other on his throbbing cock, tugging on his boxers.

She closed the space between them as she pulled him into another kiss, before pulling away. "Bran," She said, still panting. "I want you." She pleaded. "And I want you now."

Bran obliged and took off his boxers, showing off his fully-erected cock.

"Wow." She said in awe as she slowly stroked his length with her hand.

It made him flinch, shut his eyes and let out a moan. He then scrambled on his bed and went to reach for the condom on his nightstand.

Bran bit off one edge of the condom wrapper and opened it. He rolled the condom down from the head of his cock to the base and climbed on top of her.

He froze as he glanced at her again, with his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't read her expression. Maybe she was scared or excited, he couldn't tell.

Seeing him freeze up, her expression softened. She straightened up and brushed back his hair that had fallen over his forehead. Then her hand fell to his jaw, gesturing him to come forward.

He then pushed his cock into her, making her groan.

While he pushed into her, one of her arms slid up behind her and grabbed the sheets. He was quiet until he had pushed all the way into her. He then let out a choked breath, head falling forward.

Oh, gods, Meera. Bran thought. He needed a second to collect himself. When he opened his eyes, he managed to see her panting.

Bran thrust again, making her gasp. He straightened himself and began pumping into her, which made her heave loudly. He pounded forward harder, watching her as her teeth bit down her lower lip and let out a hum.

He gripped at her thighs roughly as he thrust into her, closing his eyes in concentration.

She moaned and mouthed out curses silently.

With some effort Meera boosted up on her elbows, rising closer to him.

He caught her mouth again with a kiss making her lay flat on the bed again, which made his cock sunk into her further. Her mouth opened under his as she groaned.

Meera wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him in closer, tighter. "Bran—ah!" She muttered. "Please—ugh—don't stop!"

Bran nodded, spread her legs further apart and thrust into her harder and faster, which made Meera moan louder and arching into the surge.

"Oh my gods!" She grunted. "This feels so good. You feel so good—ugh! "

She never finished her sentence as she was too busy moaning out in pleasure. Bran, on the other hand, went back to sucking and biting on her neck before going down to her breasts again, making Meera's screams louder.

He could feel Meera's nails digging onto his back. He had to smile, he loved feeling her clasping and holding onto him. Bran once again caught her mouth into another kiss and they went exploring each other's mouths afterwards.

Suddenly, he could feel himself starting to burst, and it made him groan involuntarily. He broke free from the kiss, grasped her hips and pounded into her faster and harder.

"Meera," Bran whispered as he drilled into her. "I'm coming." He repeatedly said her name before burying himself as deep as he could and then felt himself pulsing into the condom.

Bran collapsed on top of her, with both of them out of breath. He then became aware that Meera was stroking his back with her hands. His skin tingled at every touch of her hand. He had to smile as he buried his face in her brown curls.

He kissed her forehead before pulling himself out of her. He then took off the condom and threw it in the small garbage bin he kept inside the lower cabinet in his right nightstand.

Afterwards, he pulled the covers over them before lying beside her on the bed.

Meera crawled beside him and used his arm as a pillow.

"So, um, how was it?" He asked. "Are you okay?"

"Eleven out of ten," She giggled. "And I'm more than okay. My legs feel like they're shaking though."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Why are you apologizing?" She asked. "I got more than what I asked for. It's very satisfying."

Bran smiled. "You can stay overnight if you want." He suggested.

She frowned at him. "I thought you were driving back to Winterfell tonight."

His eyes widened and sat up. "Holy shit!" He cursed. "I totally forgot about that."

Bran had been so caught up with everything, the food, the movie, Summer and Meera that he definitely forgot about going home for his brother, Rickon's graduation.

He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. 22:08, it read. Oh, good. He thought. If they leave now, he could arrive home at midnight.

"Okay, we have to leave asap," Meera suggested. "If we do, you'll arrive in Winterfell before midnight, probably. There isn't that much traffic on the Kingsroad at this hour. But can I use the bathroom first?" She asked.

"Sure," Bran gestured for her to go. "I'll use the one down the hall."

Meera got down from the bed, picked up her clothes on the floor and went for the bathroom. He did the same and headed to the common bathroom down the hall.

He cleaned himself up before putting his clothes back on. He got out of the bathroom just as Meera got out of his room, back into her clothes.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Okay," He said as he ran back to his room and grabbed Summer's leash harness. "Can you put this on Summer, please? I still need to store all the food."

"Of course," She smiled, taking the leash harness from him. "I'll handle it."

"Thanks." He managed before running downstairs to the pool area.

Meera tended to Summer while he took the plates and food into the penthouse. Bran also returned the woven couch, armchairs and ottoman to where it's supposed to be, in the cabana. He packed the leftovers, so he could bring the chicken and the cupcakes home and give Meera the dynamite spring rolls. And then he placed the plates and wine glasses in the dishwasher.

Afterwards, they headed downstairs and into the garage to his car. They mostly ignored Wex Pyke's teasing looks and kept walking to avoid all suspicions.

Ever since Wex noticed Meera going to the Aquamarine almost everyday, he often asked if Bran had slept with her. But, of course, he'd say no and reply that it's too early for that sort of thing. Now that he had actually slept with her, Bran didn't know how to respond to Wex the next time he asks.

He transferred the doggie seatbelt to the backseat for the meantime so that Meera can ride the shotgun and Summer would be in the back during the ride to the Greenwood Flats.

Just as he pulled the car over, Bran hurriedly got out so he could open the shotgun door for her.

"Bran, I told you yesterday," Meera huffed. "You don't have to do that. I can open the car door by myself."

"I know," He insisted. "But you're carrying something."

"It's a bag of dynamite spring rolls, Bran." She pointed out. "Not loads of books."

"But still, I just wanted to help."

Meera rolled her eyes. "Okay, then." She said. "Thanks for the dinner, the movie, the cupcakes, the ride, and… you know." She faltered.

Bran laughed. "The sex."

She hit his arm playfully. "You really had to say that out loud?"

"What?" He giggled. "There's no one else here. Nobody's gonna hear us. Except for Summer." He turned to the backseat car window that was half open, to which Summer poke out his head when he heard his name. "Right, buddy?"

Summer barked in response.

Meera sighed. "Whatever he had just said," She said. "Please, keep it to yourself, Summer."

Summer held out his paw like he was striking a deal with Meera and offered to shake his paw.

She chuckled, shook his paw and gently patted his head. "This is between us, okay?"

Summer barked again. You can count on me, he seemed to say.

Meera turned back to Bran. "And you, I trust you won't brag about anything that happened between us tonight."

Bran made a face at her. "And risk being teased to death by my brothers? Seven hells, no!" He said. "Probably the dinner and the movie part, I would. But the thing in my bedroom—that's private. It's between you and me, not something I would brag about to other people."

"Good," She smirked. "Oh, and don't forget. Dinner at my place on Monday. Also, I'm gonna be cooking so don't bring anything."

He nodded. "Message received." Then he frowned. "But wait, isn't your brother vegan? I mean—"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Jojen." She assured. "I got him covered. Anything else?"

Bran crossed his arms. "You're forgetting something." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Meera giggled. "No, I'm not forgetting anything." She said as she surged forward and planted a kiss on his lips.

It was enough to send him in the clouds. "That's more like it." He declared.

"I'll see you on Monday then, Branflakes."

He knitted his eyebrows. "Wait, if I'm a cereal, then you're a star."

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"There's a star called Mira." He brought up. "Well, it's not the same spelling as your name, but you know, it's pronounced the same."

Meera crossed her arms. "I'm listening."

"Astronomers called it, Mira the Wonderful," He explained. "It's actually part of the Cetus, the whale constellation. And it's four hundred and twenty light-years away."

Meera stared at him blankly. "I still don't get how this has got to do with me." She said. "And will you please go straight to the point."

"Okay, if you're calling me Branflakes, then I'll call you…" He shrugged. "Stardust."

"Stardust." She repeated, then smiled. "I like that. It's unique. You really have a knack in naming things."

"I've been told that before."

"Right," Meera said. "Now, get going, Branflakes."

"Why are you so anxious for me to leave?"

"Because you need to be home before midnight, remember?" She recalled. "For your brother's graduation tomorrow."

"Right," Bran cupped her face and kissed her. "I'll see you on Monday, Stardust."

Meera snorted. "Take care."

Afterwards, Bran hopped into his car, started the engines and pulled down the car's shotgun window. "Good night." He winked at her.

She waved at him as he drove away.

Bran drove to Winterfell, but he couldn't stop thinking about Meera and everything that happened earlier. He loved the feeling he always had when he's around her. He can't wait to see her again. And when the time comes, he will eventually introduce her to his family.

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Merry Christmas everyone! :)