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[A raven caws. Bran is shooting his bow in the courtyard. The raven flies to the crypts of Winterfell, and Bran follows. As he enters, again makes eye contact with the bird. The raven flies deeper into the crypts. We then see Bran sleeping in his bed.]
"The same dream" Sansa pointed out. Could it mean anything?
"Dark Wings, Dark Words. Bran's mind could be reminding him that he almost died since the bird keeps flying into the Crypt" Robb suggested.
Bran couldn't help but feel there was something more here than just that.
[His door swings open and Bran sits up in bed breathing heavily. Hodor is carrying the contraption that Tyrion brought the blueprints for. Bran smiles. We then cut to the woods of Winterfell where Bran is shouting as he's riding on the back of a horse.]
"Not too fast."
"Come on, Dancer."
"You named your horse dancer?" Arya cackled.
"Shut up" Bran muttered with a flushed face.
"When are you gonna tell him?"
"Not now."
"Blood for blood. You need to make the Lannisters pay for Jory and the others."
"You're talking about war."
"I'm talking about justice."
"No, you're talking about war, boy" Brandon the elder glared at Theon.
"So, what? You want us to remain silent and let the Kingslayer get away with this too?" Theon challenged.
"No, you bide your time and not rush into things. Wars are started over lesser things." Brandon Stark the elder stated
"Hypocritical of you to say that" Theon challenged.
"No, I'm the exact person who should be saying that. I lost it all because I was too hotheaded after all. Take a lesson from my mistake and do not push my Nephew to do that same shit I did."
Lyanna patted Brandon on the hand.
"Only the Lord of Winterfell can call in the bannermen and raise an army."
"A Lannister put his spear through your father's leg. The Kingslayer rides to Casterly Rock where no one can touch -"
"You want me to march on Casterly Rock?!"
"The apple truly has not fallen far from the tree. Even with the Starks influence" Tyrion laughed, mocking and loud.
Theon grits his teeth and glares at the former Imp.
The former Imp smiles challengingly at the boy, to make him tell Tyrion that he was wrong.
Theon fumed in silence.
"You're not a boy anymore. They attacked your father. They've already started the war. It's your duty to represent your House when your father can't."
"And it's not your duty, because it's not your House."
"That was unfair! Theon only wants to help" Arya complained to the brother sitting in the room.
"What Theon suggests is not helpful but suicidal" Lady Olenna corrected the girl.
"But he hurt father!"
"And do you think the North can take on the West once they leave the comforts of their home?"
"Yes! We're not weak!"
Olenna's eyes went to Lord and Lady Stark.
"It might be in your best interest to educate your girls in politics and strategy, both of them. That might make them an asset to their husbands and not just breeding mules."
Arya fumed and glared at the old lady. She was not going to be some Lord's wife!
[It goes silent, Bran can no longer be heard jeering at his horse. Robb looks at Theon and stands up looking through the woods.]
"Where's Bran?"
"I don't know. It's not my House."
"No, but that is the son of the Lord you serve. It's in your best interest to look after him" Rickard Stark said pointedly.
Theon bristled.
[Theon stands up and walks away from Robb, who begins to look around. We cut to Bran riding slowly through the woods. We see someone creeping up behind him as his horse is nickering. As Bran enters a clearing, several Wildlings surround him.]
"They've reached this far down South," Ned said in worry. This was not good news if the wall couldn't stop only four Wildlings.
Beside him Catelyn stiffened, grasping Bran's hand in fear.
"All alone in the deep dark woods."
"I'm not alone, my brother is with me."
"I don't see him. Got him hidden under your cloak?"
"Oh, that's a pretty pin. Silver."
"We'll take the pin. And the horse. Get down... Be quick about it."
"I can't. The saddle, the straps."
"What's wrong with you? You some kind of cripple?"
"I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell and if you don't let me be, I'll have you all killed!"
"Cut his little cock off and stuff it in his mouth."
"The boy's worth nothing dead. Benjen Stark's own blood. Think what Mance would give us."
"Great, Wildlings with a vendetta against the family" Robb muttered, his entire form stiff. It was under his watch that Bran fell in danger. He had failed to protect his brother.
[A Wildling is cutting Bran's straps to his saddle, accidentally slicing into Bran's leg but he feels no pain.]
"Piss on Mance rayder and piss on the North. We're going as far south as south goes. There ain't no white walkers down in Dorne."
[Robb comes into view, behind the four Wildlings.]
"Drop the knife. Let him go and I'll let you live."
[One of the Wildlings storms at Robb who evades an axe attack. Robb counters, slicing the Wildling's throat. Osha charges Robb who tosses her and spins her around by her hair. He fights off and kills the other Wildling. The Wilding in charge has Bran off of his horse with a knife at his throat, meanwhile, Robb has a knife to her throat. Robb looks at Bran and then back up at the Wildling. He then slowly sets his sword on the ground, still gripping Osha by her hair. He looks back up at the Wildling who suddenly gets an arrow through his chest from his back. As he drops to the ground bleeding, we see Theon a few yards behind him with a bow. The Wildling falls dead, and Theon approaches. Robb releases Osha from his grasp as Theon walks over drawing his bow on her. Robb moves over to Bran.]
"Tough little lad. In the Iron Islands, you're not a man until you've killed your first enemy. Well done."
"Have you lost your mind? What if you'd missed?"
"Theon wouldn't" Jon shook his head. "Theon's a good shot, probably one of the best in Winterfell. He wouldn't have missed the shot."
"I know. I was just-
"Worried?"
"Aye."
Robb turned to Theon.
"I'm sorry, for this and everything before it. You are my closest friend and I was terrible with you."
"It hasn't happened yet Theon shrugged. But internally he was happy to see Robb take his side and apologise for being an ass in the future.