They moved silently through the darkness. Bran had had his doubts about coming down here, but Arya had insisted. She'd said that she was bored of spending so much time in the court and having to do things that were demanded of her as a lady. She wanted to do something fun.
Bran had eventually agreed when she pointed out that he wasn't doing anything either, now that Tommen was ill. Tommen's illness had come on quite suddenly. One moment he'd been fine and they'd been playing, the next moment he'd sent a letter to Myrcella and then he was ill. Bran wondered at that. He wondered if Joffrey had done something.
As far as he knew, Joffrey hadn't done anything to Sansa since that day near Darry. Sansa still looked scared, but she no longer seemed as though she'd been hit to within an inch of her life. Bran still wished that they could tell father, but Sansa had made them swear that they wouldn't.
Her explanation for why had made sense, he supposed. But still. It wasn't right. It was never right to hit a woman. No matter what anyone said.
"Are you coming?" Arya asked turning to him.
Thanks to Summer, Bran could see even though the darkness was all consuming. He supposed Arya could do the same thanks to Nymeria.
"Yes, I am." He said, he hurried passed her, down a flight of steps and then down a tunnel. Arya huffed and came chasing after him.
They stopped before a skull that partially blocked their way. The skull went from the floor right to the very top of the hall. And it extended out as well.
"Which dragon is this?" Arya asked. "Balerion?"
"No." Bran said looking at the skull and looking at how high it touched. "I think this is another dragon. It's smaller than Balerion. Maybe Caraxes?"
"Daemon Targaryen's dragon?" Arya asked. "Didn't he die over the God's Eye?"
Bran nodded, knowing Arya would see the gesture. "His dragon's skull was recovered years later. I think during Aegon the Fortunate's reign."
"And Daemon himself?" Arya asked.
"His body was never found. There was a rumour I believe that he'd become a member of the Green Men." Bran said.
"Why?" Arya asked. "The Green Men don't do anything do they?"
Bran shrugged. Nobody knew what the Green Men did, they never left the God's Eye and as far as he knew no one had been on the God's Eye since the Dance. He made himself thinner and moved passed the skull, hurrying down the pathway, Summer at his side. Arya was behind him, neither of them were panting, for all that they were moving quite quickly.
He called this wolf mode, where the wolf took over and they adapted accordingly. Summer was in the lead but not quite, for the wolf was at his side. They moved and shifted accordingly. The darkness was no obstacle. The only thing that mattered was getting as far from the darkness behind them as possible.
Bran caught a glimpse of something in a corner and stopped. Summer stopped, as did Arya. Bran moved closer and felt his jaw drop. This skull was huge. And it was only half of the thing. The half touched the roof of the hallway.
"What is it?" Arya asked, meaning the dragon.
"I'm not sure, but I think we might have found the skull or part of the skull of one of the Dragonstone dragons." Bran said.
"You mean the dragons that accompanied the Targaryens when they first landed on Dragonstone?" Arya asked.
"Yes." Bran said.
"Why is it so close within the Keep?"
"I think it may have been put here long ago and forgotten about. Half its skull is missing."
"Where do you think it could be?"
Bran was about to respond when his ears perked up. "Someone's coming." He whispered, he and Arya and their direwolves hid in an alcove, as the footsteps came closer.
It was not one but two people.
"Things are moving quickly." One of the figures said.
"Evidently." The second figure said. Bran peered through the darkness, he recognised the voice of the second figure.
"The eggless one has moved onward. They are now moving toward their home in the east."
"And the one with the egg?"
"They are moving westward toward Volantis."
"What caused this?" the second figure asked sounding concerned.
"A disagreement and a discussion with our friend."
"So, what now? We are not at the stage for a war."
"Well that will need to change and the Golden Company will be made available."
"Are you sure that is wise? After all you know what they are like."
"If we are to get this done then it must be done."
Suddenly it clicked for Bran. He turned to Arya and whispered. "I think I know who that figure is."
"So do I." Arya replied.
"What do we do?" Bran asked.