Summer child~Brandon Stark x Reader

Chapter 7- The Talk

I run through the doors of the castle and Bran watches me nervously. I don't want him to think im running away from him because clearly!-that's not the case. Once I reach Ned Stark's office area i knock twice. It must've sounded urgent because he says "yes yes come in." I walk in. "Lord Stark.." He looks up at me. He had been writing something. "Oh y/n. Your parents just set for departure." "Good Umm..I was wondering if we could..talk." He places the pen down and gives me his full attention. "Well then close the door and sit down." I do as told. "Go on." "Okay well I..." I wasn't sure how to to about this. without sounding rude.. "Well Robb.. He seems to like some other girl. Quite a lot actually. I feel bad for him. I know hed much rather marry her than I. I was wondering if that'd be okay." He watches me looking a bit confused. "Alright but don't feel bad girl. He will get used to you." "No..no um see I don't mind though.." "Your father wants you to marry. Keep ties with us strong." "I understand that but Robb doesn't want to marry me and with all respect to you both I-I do not wish to marry him either.." He smiles knowingly. "Ahh.. There is the extra piece there now." "Hmm?" I mumble looking down. "You and I both are aware that you need to marry and Robb does. So you found yourself out of it all. You know very well you have to marry so what is your plan child?" I blush not responding. "Well?" "Im sorry my Lord.. I don't know." "Well the marriage should be within this family." He presses on. He just wants me to admit it. I look up quickly at him then back down. "Who would you prefer then?" He replies sitting back. I blush harder and stammer a bit. "Well I will need to arrange you a new marriage with a boy from this family. I will send word to your father immediately about the matter. If he agrees you and Robb are good as gold. You will marry Catelyn's and my second born son Brandon Stark." I blush and look up quickly. "Im not sure what to say m'lord.." "This is better in my case." He sits up. "Robb can marry most girls in the seven kingdoms and they'd be happy. Id like my children to be happy as well. Not many girls in the seven kingdoms however, would marry a second son on first choice. And most would completely go against marrying a cripple. I know you aren't like that, very rare and precious. And on top of it you have a sweet spot for my son so I cannot think of a better arrangement." I blush darkly. Is it honestly THAT obvious?! He lets out a laugh at my expression and stands up. I stand as well. "Your marriage to Bran will be as soon as Robb's is over within a fortnight after." I blush. "Bran doesn't even know." "Well that's your job." He laughs. "so soon.." I mumble. "Let me know if that's too soon for you both. 15 years. Old enough but doesn't mean you're ready." I smile and he hugs me. "Go on girl. Go be with my son." I smile and leave. Wow. Within 10 minutes I am betrothed to Bran.. That's my job? How am I supposed to tell him that?? Can't someone else.. Please.. I sigh and turn to my right. I scream. "Arya! What are you doing??" She snickers. "You're going to marry my brother. "Yes I am.." "Oh don't play dumb. You didn't close the door all the way I could hear you! You're marrying Bran!!" I blush darkly. "Arya.." "️Haha! I need to tell Sansa!" "No DONT!" "Why not? She has to know sometime!" "Well..if you really were listening you'd know someone important in this marriage DOESNT KNOW!" She makes an "o" shape with her mouth. "Gotcha. Well you've been climbin all over Bran the whole time you were here why don't you hang with me for a while?" I blush. "Yah of course. But I should talk to Robb first. And then let Bran know im going with you." "Does he have to know?" "Well I sort of ran out on him and he was nervous." "Why would he be nervous?" "Because we just.." I trail off and turn around walking away. "Just what??" She follows. I ignore her. "Just WHAT??" She spins me around. "Nothing!" I blush. "️haha you're acting like Bran did last year when I confronted him like this." "What do you mean?" "Well he had Hodor bring him into my room and he told me you kissed his cheek. He was all excited and then I started teasing him. He turned around and started yelling. Loudly. For Hodor. And I covered his mouth and interrogated him." She laughs. "You're an evil sister!" I laugh. "I remember that. He was acting all cute like a puppy so when I left I turned around and decided to kiss his cheek." "He got so excited you have no idea." "I figured if he didn't like me Id claim it was a friendly thing." "Well he has liked you ever since he met you." "What?" "Come. Robb and Bran can wait. I have SOOO many stories to tell you. Let's go to the yard. Or Hmm..let's go to the targets no one is out there right now unless Jon Snow is and he can keep a secret." I follow her. Once we make it to the yard as she said Jon Snow is there with Ghost. His pinkish red eyes stare at me and I walk over and pet him. "Hi there Ghost." I smile and he nudges my hand. "Hey jon." "Hi." "Y/n and I are going to talk about Bran so don't tell anyone. You can join in if you want!" Arya replies. We sit down at the table Jon is sitting. I absent mindedly stroke Ghost's white ears. Ghost is probably one of my favorite direwolves. He's hard not to love. You can't even tell he's a runt either. Him and Jon were perfect together. "Ghost! Jon." They both look at me at the same time. "Aw!! You two should be in a painting together." Arya laughs. Perfect timing Jon Snow and Ghost look at each other after i said that. "Ok! Story time!" Arya says. I smile and face her. "So what are we doing?" Jon asks. "We're telling stories from when her and Bran were little. He liked her since they met so I was going to tell her some stories." He nods. We all lean in. "Okay." Arya begins. "I remember when we all first met. You came on your own horse with your parents. Our parents knew each other and I suppose we met before that but were too young to remember each other. Robb and Jon I think you remember when she was a baby right?" Jon nods. "Yah. So they remember you and maybe Sansa they were old enough. But Bran and I were too young as was you. Rickon wasn't even alive until a few years later. I remember when we were introduced you and I got along immediately. Sansa didn't really like you because you were badass and had some guts." Arya sneers. "Sansa was too petty to respect someone with honor and a good bow arm!" I laugh. "I believe I had just passed my 4th name day so you and Bran were..3?" Ghost whines. "So anyways Bran immediately had a crush on you. Our parents made us all hug when we met and i remember he was following you around like a puppy. That is until I mentioned that and he stopped. Then you decided to follow him." she laughs. "Anyways you two always used to play and he'd bring you with him everywhere. He used to come into the dining hall with you, holding your hand. You were the cutest child couple I ever saw." "You wonder why we think it's obvious. You two were always very close." Jon adds. "Yah as kids it was obvious. It's still obvious so we all know you two didn't grow out of it." I blush. "And now you're getting married to each other!" I glare at her wide eyed. "Wait wait what??" "Oops.." She covers her mouth chuckling. "You're marrying Bran now??" I blush. "Maybe." Jon starts laughing. "Knew that was coming." Ghost pants watching us with what looks like a goofy grin. "You can be my half brother Jon Snow." I smirk. "I'll torture you forever." His smirk is gone but is replaced with a triumphant grin. "And i you little princess." I purse my lips in a fake scowl. "And Arya my sister!" She laughs. "We can bother Sansa until the day she dies!" We laugh. "So anyway let's actually tell instances to her when Bran talked about her or whatever. Oh! Got one." Just them one of the worker ladies comes over. "Excuse me my lady. Would either of you ladies like a drink? You too lad?" "Yah sure! Pomagrante juice do we have any?" The lady nods and departs. "Was she listening to us?" "Perhaps. But only people around will hear not Bran." She pauses. "Anyway" she continues. "I remember one time he came into my room and we started talking about you. He was rambling on about you. 'Oh she's so pretty! She's so perfect her hair is so soft!'" She laughs and Jon Snow laughs too. "I remember that." He laughs. "Bran loved your hair." "He always used to pull it.." I frown. "He did it to tease you idiot!" Arya remarks. "And to touch it." "Yah y/n he used to ramble on for an hour about how soft your hair was and how long it was." I laugh. It made me feel good that he had these crushes on me. He did kiss me today.. I blush thinking about it. Arya never did get it out of me, she got distracted. Arya breaks me from my thoughts. "One time I remember Bran and I were fighting over you. I kept saying you where MY friend and he said you were his you belonged to him." She laughed. "we would argue over this when you were gone for hours, who you belonged to." I smile a bit. "He brought you in my room and when we started arguing he grabbed your arm and yelled you were his and we started getting into a fist fight on the floor. Then I remember I tried to grab you but he pushed me and stood in front of you and we kept fighting." By now we're all laughing at the stupidity of our childhood arguments. "He ended up tackling you!" We laugh harder. "He literally dragged you out of the room saying you were his and not to touch you." We were crying from laughing so hard. "My lady. Your drinks." "Thanks." Arya makes out and she sets down the drinks. "Anyway-" "oh! I remember that day!" I interrupt her, suddenly remembering. "He had a talk with me after he said you know your mine right? And he reassured me that he'd protect me cause I belonged to him." I blush and laugh. I remember how it made me feel. We were kids so it was just little childish things but he made me blush and Id agree to everything. Jon Snow smiled at me. "One time, he came in my room and asked me how to make sure you'd never leave him." I smile urging him to go on. "I told him to haunt you. I wanted him to bother you. He literally slept in your room that night and I got into trouble for 'telling him to get so close to you'. Which I really didn't." I liked hearing Jon Snow talk. He didn't talk much. "️Haha remember that. Mother was yelling at you." Jon frowns at the memory. "Another time you and Bran were wrestling. I was watching it and laughing. He looked up and I ended up walking in. I don't remember everything or even why you were playing around in the first place. Maybe it had to do with a toy? I don't know but I remember he was on top of your pinning your arms down and yelling at you to submit." we all laugh. We weren't trying to make fun of him. It was child stupidity we all had done it. "Your parents were yelling at you once for causing trouble with Bran and you hid behind him you know." Jon says and I smile. "Would we really hold hands a lot?" "Oh yah." Arya replies. "Yah you'd walk around the yard holding hands. He'd grab your hand drag you along or just hold your hand." "It was cute seeing two kids so close like that." I smirk at Jon Snow being so sensitive. "It was." Arya mused. "You'd nap together you'd play together you'd eat together you'd cause trouble. You'd run off or climb things and always were around each other." Im really enjoying this. "He told me he loved you." We both snap our heads over to Jon. "what? He did." Arya finishes her juice. "Well go on!" I demand. "It's nothin." We glare at him. "We were watching Robb practice sword fighting. Y/n happened to walk by and he watched you and told me he loved you." "And what did you say??" I pressed. "I don't remember." We stare intensely at him and Arya drinks from his tankard. He side glances to her then back to me. "Well I don't know" he thinks. "I think I asked him why. He told me he didn't know he just knew he did?" I look down. "How old was he then?" "Not sure. 5?" "Too young." I remark. "No no he did like you a lot." "I remember..he came in the den where we all were, crying. Saying you were hurt." I look up. "When?" "You guys had to be 6 or somethin. You had fallen from a tree and cut your leg pretty badly. You hit your head." "I remember that." Arya said. "Maester Luwin stitched up your leg and they kept you warm by the fire. Eventually we all went to bed but Bran stayed next to you the whole night. His eyes were glued to you." "It was heartbreaking." we all look up. Catelyn. "Poor child was heartbroken believing it was his fault. He fell asleep next to you. I came in the morning to see how you were and found Bran sleeping half on you." She smiles. "Dinner will be in an hour. My husband notified me you've gotten to talk to him." I nod. "Good. All three of you will be much happier." she leaves. I appreciate how discrete she was being-not knowing if jon or Arya knew. By the time the sun began to set, Arya and Jon (mostly Arya) told me stories about Bran and I. He used to make me gifts and he'd talk to maester luwin about me. Mostly childish cute stuff. It truly was obvious little Bran had a crush on me, and me him. Apparently we had given everyone a scare when we didn't come back one night. And they ended up finding us asleep in one of the towers. "You were crying about your parents leaving for the first time. You wanted to stay, so while they went to Moat Cailin, you were with us. You cried all night but you stopped when Bran kissed your head and said it was alright." All of these nice memories coming back to me. I didn't want them to stop. Suddenly Ghost stands up bumping his head on the table causing the empty tankards to fall. We look up and see Summer trotting over. Jon Snow rubs Ghost's head. Fear strikes my heart. Where Summer is, usually that's where Bran is. How long had he been listening? Arya runs over to the corner and I hear hushed yelling. I can only make out a little. "I only heard what you just said. What are you guys doing?" "Nothing!" Arya insisted. "The little lord and I just got here honest." Osha. I knew when she was lying. She wasn't. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Jon Snow stands up and fixes the tankards before pulling Ghost out from under the table and kneeling in front of him. He looks at him and rubs his ears. "What are you doin boy? You hit your head." He strokes Ghost's head who whimpers and stares into Jon's eyes. Summer licks my hand and I smile petting him. He jumps on me his huge paws pressing on my chest and I fall out of the chair. He wags his tail slowly and presses a paw on my chest. Osha, Arya, and Bran come over. "Summer off!" Bran hisses. Summer looks up at him whining. "Ugh." I mumble. Then Jon stands up and Ghost walks over to me sniffing my face. I try to block my face from his huge muzzle but he paws at my hand and pins my arm down and they both sniff my face and hair making my face wet and my hair All messy. Summer whines and Ghost growls. Then Ghost lays down on my arm. Damn he ways a ton. I feel like my arm is being crushed. "Ghost!" "Summer OFF!" The wolves stand up and look at their masters whining. What's wrong with these guys. "Shaggydog no!" Dear gods. A big black face peers down at me and growls before licking my face. "Ugh! Shaggy dog!" Rickon runs after his wolf and pulls on his scruff trying to drag him away. "Why are they all hovering over her?" Arya asks. "They don't want her to leave I guess." Lord Stark says. "And she won't be." I look up. "I told you children to take care of these direwolves. I told you to feed them and train them. Get your wolves off of our guest." Osha places Bran down and aids Rickon in pulling Shaggydog away. Ghost refuses to budge so Jon Snow ends up picking him up best he can with a grunt and hauling him away. Summer looks down at me curiously and I look to Bran who smiles apologetically. "Summer.." He isn't listening to Bran, oddly. I watch Bran hold the ground on either side of him and close his eyes. When he opens them they're white and I hear panting from Summer. His eyes turn white then normal. He backs off whining and lays down next to Bran. Once Bran regains consciousness he grabs onto Summer's scruff not letting him go. I pull my dress down to its proper length and i brush the fur off of me and the saliva off of my face. Arya laughs and helps me fix my hair. Ned smiles. "Come inside all of you. Be present for dinner." We all follow him, Osha picks up Bran and Rickon frowns. "Carry me Y/n." "Why?" I laugh. "Please?" I kneel down and he climbs on my back and wraps his arms around my neck, his legs around my waist. I hold his legs and stand up and bring him inside. Dang he's getting heavy. Shaggydog looks up at Rickon and we follow Ned inside to the dining hall. Osha places Bran in the middle and I let down Rickon. I ruffle his curly blonde hair and he sits on Brans left, me on Bran's right. I notice two chairs have been removed. My parents. Robb sits across from me, Lord Stark and Lady Stark at their usual places. Jon looks at Catelyn obviously not wanting to sit next to her so I pat the spot next to me. He smiles thankfully and Sansa reluctantly sits next to Arya. I make conversation with Bran and Rickon. Rickon complains he hasn't gotten to spend time with me so I promise he can be with me tomorrow. I don't promise Bran won't be joining us. I smile at Bran. He looks to me. "About this afternoon.." He frowns. "No. I just had to talk to your father about something that's all. It was urgent. Im happy we.." I Blush. He smiles and leans a bit closer to me. I feel tense and excited. I can't stop smiling. I should probably tell Robb after dinner. How do I tell Bran.. Perhaps Cat or Ned can... I can easily talk to Cat I'll ask her right after dinner.