Old Nan: The little Lord's been dreaming again.
Theon Greyjoy: We have visitors.
Bran Stark: I don't want to see anyone.
Theon Greyjoy: Really? If I was cooped up all day with no one but this old bat for company, I'd go mad. Anyway, you don't have a choice. Bjorn's waiting.
Bran Stark: I don't want to go.
Theon Greyjoy: Neither do I. But Bjorn's Lord of Winterfell, which means I do what he says and you do what I say. Hodor! Help Bran down the hall.
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Bjorn: Welcome Lord Tyrion.
Myrcella: Uncle Tyrion it's great to see you again.
Tyrion: It's good to see you to Myrcella and you Bjorn or should I say Lord Stark now.
Bjorn: Maester Luwin make sure Tyrion here gets food in his belly, a warm bath, and a room for rest.
Maester Luwin: As you wish my Lord.
Tyrion: Thank you My Lord.
Theon and Hodor who is carrying Bran walk into the great hall, as Maester Luwin walks out.
Tyrion: So it's true. Hello Bran. Do you remember anything about what happened?
Myrcella: He doesn't remember anything.
Tyrion: Curious.
Bran: Why are you here.
Bjorn: Bran Lord Tyrion is guest here so treat him with respect.
Tyrion: It's fine my lord, if I was in his position I would act the same. Would your charming companion be so kind as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt.
Bran: Kneel Hodor.
Tyrion: Do you like to ride Bran.
Bran: I do. Well I used to.
Myrcella: He lost the use of his legs.
Tyrion: What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride.
Bran: I'm not a cripple.
Tyrion: Then I'm not a dwarf. My father will rejoice to hear it. I have a gift for you. Give that to your saddler. He'll provide the rest. You must shape the horse to the rider. Start with a yearling and teach it to respond to the reins and to the boy's voice.
Bran: Will I really be able to ride?
Tyrion: You will. On horseback you will be as tall as any of them.
Bjorn: Thank you so much my lord. If you need anything else while you are in the north don't be afraid to ask.
Tyrion: I won't. It was good seeing you again Myrcella but I would like to take a bath then get some sleep I've traveled long.
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Tyrion leaves the great halls and sees Theon their.
Tyrion: Come to take me to my room, Greyjoy? Your master is very kind.
Theon: He's not my master.
Tyrion: No, of course not. What happened here? Where is lady Stark? Why didn't she receive me?
Theon: She wasn't feeling well.
Tyrion: She's not in Winterfell, is she? Where did she go?
Theon: My lady's whereabouts...
Tyrion: My lady? Your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see his only surviving son has turned lackey? I still remember seeing my father's fleet burn in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible?
Theon: Must have been a pretty sight.
Tyrion: Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes, a great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out.
Theon: We were outnumbered 10 to one.
Tyrion: A stupid rebellion then. I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. Now here you are, your enemy's squire.
Theon: Careful Imp.
Tyrion: I've offended you. Forgive me, it's been a rough morning.
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3 days have passed since Tyrion Lannister left Winterfell. Bjorn was eating with his wife and maester Luwin when Flynn walked in.
Myrcella: Who is that my wolf.
Flynn nods towards Bjorn.
Bjorn: Excuse me my love, but I have to go.
Before Myrcella or maester Luwin had a chance at speaking Bjorn was already walking out of the hall with Flynn behind him.
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Bjorn: What has happened tell me Flynn.
Flynn: Well my lord it seems your brother and your mother have caused quite the commotion.
Bjorn: What have they done.
Flynn: Well
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{FLASH BACK}
Masha Heddle: I'm sorry, my Lord, we're full up. Every room.
Tyrion: My men can sleep in the stable. As for myself, I don't require a large room.
Masha: Truly, my lord, we have nothing.
Tyrion: Is there nothing I can do... to remedy this?
Bronn: You can have my room.
Tyrion: There's a clever man. You can manage food, I trust? Yoren, dine with me.
Yoren: Aye, my Lord.
Marillion: My Lord of Lannister! Might I entertain you while you eat? I can sing of your father's victory at King's Landing!
Tyrion: Nothing would more likely ruin my supper. Robb and Lady Stark! What an unexpected pleasure. I was sorry to have missed you at Winterfell, but your eldest son Bjorn took good care of me.
Masha Heddle: Lady Stark.
Catelyn: I was still Catelyn Tully the last time I stayed here. You, Ser... Is that the black bat of Harrenhal I see embroidered on your coat?
Knight of House Whent: It is, my Lady.
Catelyn: And is Lady Whent a true and honest friend to my father... Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun?
Knight of House Whent: She is.
Catelyn: The Red Stallion was always a welcome sight at Riverrun. My father counts Jonas Bracken amongst his oldest and most loyal bannermen.
Knight of House Bracken: Our lord is honored by his trust.
Tyrion: I envy your father all his fine friends... but I don't quite see the purpose of this.
Catelyn: I know your sigil as well... The twin towers of Frey. How fares your Lord, Ser?
Knight of House Frey: Lord Walder is well, my Lady. He has asked your father for the honor of his presence on his 90th nameday. He plans to take another wife.
Catelyn: This man... came into my house as a guest and there conspired to murder my son, a boy of 10. In the name of King Robert and the good Lords you serve, I call upon you to seize him and help me return him to Winterfell to await the King's justice.
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Bjorn: Shit that is quite a problem.
Flynn: Aye it is especially since she has an innocent man.
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The Saga of Bjorn Stark.
ActionBjorn Stark was a warrior without equal, a master of both blade and battlefield, as cunning in politics as he was in war. Yet for all his skill and foresight, nothing could have prepared him for the day King Robert Baratheon rode into Winterfell. I...
