Summer child~Brandon Stark x Reader

Chapter 16- Feasting with the Wolves

When I left my bedchambers, I came Face to face with Hodor. Bran looks down at me scanning me. I look up at him admiring him. His hair falls on his cloak and his cloak hangs behind him almost reaching the floor. He's beautiful. He's always been attractive to the eye. "Come. We must go to the dining hall before anyone else beats us there." I nod. I suppose I looked solemn. "Y/n..you're very beautiful." I blush. "Where did that come from?" "You shouldn't frown..that's all." I smile slightly. "Shall we?" "Yes." Hodor grins down at me and Summer stands up following closely. Once we reach the dining hall, we are pleased to see we are the first here. "My lord." I drag a seat out for him. He smiles. "You're kind." Hodor places him down. "Hodor, pull a chair out for my lady." Hodor does as told. I sit down smiling. I love how he called me his lady.. I love how he will call me that..it makes my heart flutter and I fold my hands in my lap smiling. "See? A smile looks nice on you. Not a frown. A beautiful girl should always smile." Arya and Rickon come running in and see Summer. Arya turns around yelling. "Why does Summer get to sit with us every dinner but not Nymeria???" " Arya!" "Please!" "Then your brother will want Shaggydog." "Please?!" "Just this once." Arya whistles and Nymeria trots down the hall and into the dining hall. She sits. I realize the tables around us. I didn't acknowledge them for my welcoming feast. All I know is the highest an nobelist of the folk here will come to join us. Arya sits across from Bran and I. Another chair is placed, so there should be an even amount at this table. Rickon runs in holding Shaggydog's scruff who is dragging him to sit next to Arya. Lady Catelyn appears and smiles at me. She sits on the right, furthest from us. Sansa walks in with Lady. "All fair is fair." She looks beautiful and her hair is pulled back with a beautiful jeweled clip. She smiles at me and sits next to her mother leaving one more space on this side of the table. Jon walks in. "Get your direwolf Jon." Arya says. He looks at her confused before seeing all of the other Wolves. "Okay Ghost you can come in." Ghost always is the one to sit outside of the room to wait for his master. Ghost walks in looking up at Jon with a goofy smile. His red eyes were shining with happiness. I smile and watch the two walk in. I nod to my right. He smiles and sits next to me. "Bran. Did you.." "Shh. No. Not yet." I snicker to myself. Now I can bother Bran AND Jon Snow the whole feast. Ghost nuzzles me hardly. I look down at him bewildered. "What?" He growls and lays his head on my lap. "He wants you T' pet 'im." Jon says simply. Ghost's mourn drops open and he pants, his red eyes on me. I snicker at his expression. He looks so happy. I stroke his head and scratch the top. He lays his face back in my lap and let's me stroke him. I play with his ears and rub the fur on his cheeks. He grumbles softly. His head covers my whole lap he's so big. And he's supposed to be the runt. Suddenly I wish I had pushed my chair in. Ghost saw an opportunity and jumps on my lap with his front paws. Jon immediately looks to Lady Catelyn who is glaring at him. He looks down frowning and blushing. I can't help but laugh and pet the shoulders of the huge wolf as he leans his face in and gives me a smiling expression. He licks my face and sniffs me before staring at me once again. Arya is laughing and even Sansa is smiling. Summer growls and nudges my leg. "Okay they're all going to tackle her.." Bran says. I notice he's laughing too. Ghost lays his paws on my lap and half lays on me. He's frikin huge. Jon Snow strongly commands him to get off. "Ghost. Off. Now." Ghost looks at him and whines. "GHOST. OFF." Everyone watches him, his tone was harsh. Ghost obediently gets off of me and I fix my dress whilst watching him. He lays his head in Jon's lap whimpering. Jon sighs and strokes his head. He avoids looking at Lady Catelyn at all costs. I push my chair in and Bran is smiling at me. "What?" "You really like the direwolves don't you?" "Is it obvious?" I say sarcastically. We laugh. Summer nudges my side. I ruffle his ears. He's all jealous. I notice Lady Stark finally looks away from Jon Snow and back to the entrance. "These wolves botherin you again y/n?" "They're not a bother Lord Stark." I smile. He sits down at the head of the table. He smiles at Cat who lovingly smiles back. He then looks to Bran and I. He glances between us back and forth. He smirks at us before looking to his daughters. "He knows.." I whisper. "Yep." Bran says. He blushes lightly. "I wonder if my mother knows.." "Probably.." Robb Stark and Talisa walk in. We stand for them and they smile. Once they're seated we sit. Greywind lays faithfully at Robb's feet. Talisa pets his head before looking over to Bran and I. "Welcome." Bran says. She smiles. "Thank you my lord." "Will you have to speak?" "I don't believe so. If I did my father would have mentioned it. He always prepares before speaking. He'd expect me to do the same i imagine." I realize how Bran and I spoke to each other. Sort of like Cat and Ned do. Talisa smiles at us before turning to Robb. The first entree was served. Arya kicks me. "What?" I mouth to her. She nods to Bran. I nudge him and he looks at her. She sternly looks at him and taps her neck. He quickly raises his hand to his neck, but not before banging it against the table. He blushes and covers it with his hand looking down, trying not to be obvious. Everyone looks away as fast as they looked over. Except for Robb who smirks at Bran. Bran glares angrily back and I see the embarrassment in his face shown by his flustered blush. He slowly takes his hand off and I hear Sansa gasp. He blushes and covers the marks with his cloak. He looks down at his lap. Sansa stares at me. When j meet her gaze she smirks and raises an eyebrow. I shake my head at her sternly. She giggles. Arya smiles apologetically at us. "Is that from kissin?" Rickon asks rather loudly. Bran looks up at him glaring at him. He hisses at Arya. "You promised." "I did! It was him" he still stares at Rickon who realized he shouldn't have said anything and looks down. Ned stifles a laugh and looks at his wife. She glances between Bran and I and then back to her husband. He gives her a look and she shakes her head knowing something was up. "He's not the only one." I glare at Jon. "What?" "Cover your neck. Quietly. Before anyone other than myself notices." I slowly shrug my cloak and pull it higher to cover the bite mark. "What did he do to you?" Jon snickers. "Nothing!" "It's bleeding y/n." "Stop!" I hiss. He smirks and takes a bite of his food to stop a laugh. "You're an evil man Jon Snow." "Im evil? I didn't attack someone's neck now did I?" "I did no such thing!" "How many marks were on my brothers neck? 10?" "No!" "Im sure there's more!" "No!" I whisper yell. Ghost stands up and stares at Jon's food. "Ghost sit." He whispers. Ghost sits and looks up at Jon expectantly. Jon slowly and cautiously takes a strip of meat and lowers it to his lap where Ghost licks it out of his hand. Summer stands up and whines. Bran glares at Jon. He shrugs. He sighs. "Summer look boy." Bran slips him a slab of meat and Summer wolfs it down. I snicker when Bran nudges me and gives Summer a piece of broccoli. Summer spits it out and stares at it on the floor. Bran snickers too. "He doesn't like broccoli." He whispers. The second entree is served and lady Catelyn spares a quick glance at her son. Bran blushes. She smiles knowingly and looks at her food. Arya aims to kick Bran but only kicks the table. I end up failing at hiding my giggle and she looks down trying not to laugh. Her mother stares at her. Talisa smiles good naturedly. "Excuse my sister. She's a devilish little thing." "I am NOT little." Arya persists. She nudges Bran. I wonder if he can feel it. Im not him I wouldn't know. She nudges me. I knowingly flick Bran. He looks at me then to Arya. She gives him another stern look. He blushes and sighs. He looks at me and I blush. He slowly pulls the cloak up. "How bad is it?" He whispers. "They're red.." He eats his food silently. I try to comfort him and lay a hand on his leg. He looks down at my hand. "Can you feel If I touch you?" "Depends where." He mumbles. "Your leg?" "No." "Why did Arya kick you then?" "She pushed my leg. I felt my waist move when she did it." "Oh." He plays with his food. "What else can you feel?" He looks at me and blushes. "I don't know." "Can you feel anything from your waist down?" "Somethings." He blushes. "Just not your legs?" "Or anything lower." "What about.." I blush and stop myself. I watch him. He looks at me blushing. "What?" "Can you feel..you know.." He sets his jaw and stares at his lap blushing. "Yes." I bite my lip slightly. I look back at my food and quickly take a swig from my goblet. He looks at me and then back to his plate. "Osha told me." I murmur. "I know." I purse my lips. "You'd know anyway wouldnt you.." He blushes. "After..yeah." I smirk a bit and watch him. He glances at me and pokes his food. "Sorry." He mumbles. I giggle. "You're so shy." He blushes more. "I am not." I look at him giving him a sarcastic expression. "Only a little. You're shy too." "So?" He looks at me. I place my hand on his leg again. He watches my hand and stares at it for a few moments. "I wish I could feel that." He blushes. I drag my hand higher and lay it on his hip. His nose flares and he blushes. "You feel that don't you?" I smirk cocking my head. He nods and stares straight ahead. I squeeze him just to get a reaction. His hand hits the table again and he lays it on the top. He blushes. Arya snickers. I lay my hand on top of his. He looks at me hatefully. I smirk. I draw my hand back and innocently take a drink out of my goblet. He glances down my slightly revealing dress. there's a space where the straps to the cloak are. It reveals a bit. He looks back to his plate innocently. Once dessert is served, Ned turns to his son. "Ser Rodrick told me Somethin today." Bran looks up at his father vulnerably. His eyes were submissive. "When we arrived back to Winterfell I sent him to put away the hunting weapons." Bran watches his father and presses his lips together. He looks worried. Arya listens in too. "Do you know what he saw Bran?" He swallows and stares weakly at his father. He shakes his head. "You don't?" "I do." He blushes. "Be a bit more discrete Bran." He smirks. Bran blushes. Arya looks up. "Aye he's got this one wrapped around his finger eh Ned?" Ser Rodrick laughs and lays his hands on Bran's and my shoulders. I blush and everyone looks over at us. Lord Stark seemed to look happy about it. "Aye." He says. Lady Catelyn smiles. Bran looks down, obviously embarrassed. Ser Rodrick leans down. "Don't break her in bed Eh boy?" Bran's eyes widen and he blushes darkly. He laughs loudly and leaves. Bran looks at me and his father then down at his lap. Robb chuckles. I hold his hand. Bran doesn't look at me but he squeezes my hand. He looks really embarrassed. "Ned, don't let Ser Rodrick bother the boy too much alright?" Catelyn presses. Eddard smiles. "He's just playin around." Arya raises her eyebrows at Bran and he glares at her. She loved to torture her little brother. Once dinner was over everyone departed their own ways. Ser Rodrick came over when Hodor picked up Bran and he groaned, looking at me annoyed. I smiled sympathetically. "Ey Bran. Your father was wrong about your fate!" He seemed slightly drunk. "You've got a pretty lass here don't lose her." "I won't Ser." "My lord." He smiles good naturedly and bows his head before departing. "He admires you." "He teased me." "You have to admit your father is really happy about what Ser Rodrick saw." "Yeah." "He's happy that you can be happy." Bran smiles. "And im really happy." I smile. Hodor takes us to Bran's room and Osha ends up catching up to us. "Hey little lord. Girl." "Hey Osha." "Hodor will come with me. We will situate you first though." Osha takes off Bran's cloak and Hodor shrugs him into his furs to keep him warm. When they leave us be, Summer races in Bran's room before Osha leaves with Hodor. "Come sweet giant. Let's go to the stables."