Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
Winterfell had been quiet with Father and four of their siblings. Five, if you counted Theon. Did he count Theon? Bran wasn't sure.
It still wasn't the same when they got back though. Jon, Cregan, and Sara spent parts of whole days in the godswood, and Robb was closer now with Theon.
Bran asked what had happened, but they argued there was nothing.
And Father kept arguing with Mother. Bran heard them one day, when he climbed the wall, their voices drifting through an open window.
"He's just a boy, Ned! He's too young to be apart from us! Send the bastard if you must."
"I'm considering it. But we need to strengthen our ties with the North. Maege has daughters–"
"Bran!" shouted Sara from down below. "What are you doing? Get down from up there!"
Bran climbed down, but he never told what he'd heard. It would be his secret.