Serendipity

Chapter 2

The next morning I was sitting in the hall eating breakfast with the people who were awake. Ned, Catelyn, Sansa, Arya, Benjen, the princess and younger prince, and Rickon. Most of what was said was small talk between Benjen and Ned with the occasional chuckles.

I was stabbing at a piece of fruit boredly when Robb crashed tbrough the doors loudly, smiling at Jon. When he saw me at the tablehe gave Jon a little nudge to the open seat next to me. This made me clench my jaw and violently stab the fruit with the fork again. I could see Jon death glaring Robb as he sat next to me silently, sparing me a single glance. Robb only grinned at him.

"Morning Ceci," Robb says, clearly trying not to laugh. I wanted to be annoyed but his smile was contagious.

"Good morning Robb," I say, my lips curving up a bit.

I see Robb's body jolt once as he kicks Jon under the table, making Jon just stare at the table silently.

"I didn't see you anywhere at the feast last night Ceci," Sansa says politely.

"I wasn't feeling very well," I say, smiling softly, side eyeing Robb when he snickers.

"You know what I found your son doing just before breakfast started? Climbing. I've told that boy a million times. One of these days he'll fall," Catelyn says, turning to her husband.

"The boy still hasn't grown out of that? I suppose he knows these walls like the back of his hand by now," Benjen says taking a bite of his food.

"Aye," Ned says in a tired voice.

The small talk continues for a few minutes until an ear piercing scream breaks out into the air. I'm the first one out of my seat, sprinting to the door and pulling it open. I run outside into the mud, followed closely by Ned and his eldest boys. When I see Brandon Stark laying on the ground, his legs twisted into horrible places I take a step back. Ned quickly picks him up screaming for Maester Luwin.

I can hear the wails of Catelyn beside me and Sansa's sobs fill the air. Jon and Robb stare blankly at the ground where Bran's broken body layed just seconds before. I look up at the tall, silent tower where the young boy fell from for a moment before looking at the bustling servants and guards.

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I find Catelyn sat next to Bran's bed, holding his hand as silent tears stain her cheeks. The grey sky seeped into the room from outside making her seem older, sadder.

I didn't know she'd realized I was there until she spoke to me softly," he loved climbing," she says, a soul deep sadness corrupting her words," he spent so much time just climbing. I like to watch him sometimes. I held my breath every time his hand or foot moved. I'd think to myself 'this time he'll fall.' He never did."

I walk over and crouch down infront of her," he'll get better my lady."

"You truly believe so?" She asks, a twing of hope in her tone.

"I do," I say, smiling softly and placing my hand on hers gently," I've come to say goodbye."

"You're going with him?" She asks me softly, I nod.

"I am," I respond.

She sighs, giving a sad chuckle," the things we do for love," I furrow my eyebrows but before I can speak she says," if the day comes where I never allow myself to ask that boy for forgiveness, tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I hate myself for treating him the way I do."

I stay quiet in surprise, but I nod nonetheless," I promise."

She gives me a sad smile before leaning down to kiss my forehead," until we meet again sweet child."