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AS THE DAYS went by, the winds turned colder and harsher. Snow was beginning to fall as the ground was covered in a small layer of ice.
Lyli Tyrell was still asleep when the door burst open. She gasped as she sat upright.

"Iva? What is it?" The tired girl asked as she rubbed her eyes awake. The servant girl bowed her head.

"Sorry milady. I assumed you were awake" the maid stared at the floor.

"It's fine Iva. Now what is it that caused you to barge in here like a bull early in the morning" the little girl giggled sleepily. The young servant blushedz

"Bran is requesting your presence as urgently" Lyli's eyes grew wide as she pulled the warm covers off her small stature. She reached for a robe, pulling it onto her body before running down the corridor, into Bran's chambers. Lyli was panting as she anxiously glanced around his room. Her soft eyes landed on his. Only this time a smile adorned his usual neutral expression.

"Bran? What is it? You called for me?" She asked breathing rather heavily. Bran scooted to the right and pat the spot next to him. Lyli slowly walked to his bedside as he thruster a large parchment into her small hands. Lyli eyed the parchment suspiciously.

"What is this?" she asked. Drawings of a saddle was etched across the paper.

"Lord Tyrion made it for me. He said that I'll be able to ride again" Bran exclaimed. Lyli's eyes widen and she wrapped her arms around the young boy. Bran was caught by surprise and sheepishly wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm so happy for you Bran!" She whispered in his ear before pushing him slightly. Arms were still wrapped around one another.

"We can go on rides through the forest again. Just like we used too" Bran grinned. Lyli's smile widen even more as she gaze upon Bran. He was starting to act like his old self which brought joy to Lyli's heart.
Bran noticed the slight twinkling in Lyli's eyes. He noticed the soft shades of blue in her eyes. This was probably the closest he's ever been with Lyli he thought to himself. She's actually very pretty.
Lyli was starting to feel shy under Bran's gaze. She brought her hand to his shoulder.

"Bran?" She got no reply as he continued to stare. She shook him once again and it seemed that the trance he hardly knew he was in was diminished and a soft pink tint made its way onto his cheeks.

"Sorry" he muttered nervously. Lyli laughed

"It's alright" she assured him. Maester Luwin enters the chambers and see's the two sitting close to one another. He smirked slightly as the two hastily sat up straight as if they were caught doing something bad.

"Sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to remind you both that there will be a lesson in the courtyard in an hour"

"Of course Maester" Luwin bowed his head and walked out. Lyli stood up from her seat on his bed and straightened her dress.

"I should go get ready for lessons. I'll see you later" Lyli waved before closing the door behind her. Old Nan smiled in the corner. The two are starting to grow smitten with one another she thought to herself.

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"Dorne. Sigil, a red sun pierced with a golden spear. Words, unbowed, unbent, unbroken" I answered clearly.

"Lords?" Maester Luwin asks

"The Martell's" I relied. He pointed to a section in the reach with a small castle

"Blackcrown. Sigil, a bull's skull on blood. Words, Death before disgrace. Lords, the Bulwer's" he nodded. He averted his attention to Bran who was looking at Theon shooting bows to notice Maester Luwin.

"Bran" the maester spoke. Bran turned away and looked at the map placed infront of us.

"The Iron Islands. Sigil, a kraken. Words, we do not sow."

"Lords?"

"The Greyjoys"

"Famed for their skills at archery, navigation and love making" Theon interrupted to which I rolled my eyes at.

"And failed rebellions" Maester Luwin added. I giggled at his dark humor. The maester then pointed his stick towards the Stormlands.

"Sigil, a stag. A crowned stag now that Robert's king. Words, Ours is the fury. Lords, the Baratheons." The old man nodded and continued on with the map as I continue to watch Theon shoot his bow.

"The westerlands. Sigil, a lion. Words, a Lannister always pays his debts" I turned my attention back to the lesson and shook my head.

"No. A common saying, but not their official motto." The maester informed him. Bran look down and continued to play with a silver broach of house Tully, a fish.

"Lords, the Lannisters-" Bran tried to move on before he was interrupted by the maester.

"Were still on the words" he reminded the young wolf cub

"You do know them. Think." Maester Luwin pressed. Bran furrowed his eyes

"Unbowed, unbent, unbroken".

"That's House Martell." Maester Luwin informed Bran. But Bran continued to make scratched on the table using the Tully pin.

"Righteous in wrath".

"House Hornwood."

"Family, duty, honor". Bran looked up slightly angered.

"Those are Tully words, Your mother's. Are we playing a game?"

"Family, duty, honor. Is that the right order?" He sassesd the old mad.

"You know it is." Maester sighed

"Family comes first?" Bran questioned the Maester.

"Your mother had to leave Winterfell to protect the family." He reasoned with Bran but Bran was being quite stubborn.

"How can she protect the family, if she's not with her family?" He raised his voice as he glared at the Tully pin in his hands.

"Your mother sat by your bed for three weeks while you slept."

"And then she left!" He yelled. I squirmed in my seat feeling quite uncomfortable. Even Theon who was shooting arrows stopped and stared at the heated conversation between the boy and old man.

"When you were born, I was the one who pulled you from your mother. I placed you in her arms. From that moment until the moment she dies, she will love you. Absolutely. Fiercely."

"Why did she leave?" His voice cracked slightly

"I still can't tell you, but she will be home soon." He tried to assure Bran

"Do you know where she is now? Today?" He challenged the maester as the old man sighed in defeat.

"No, I don't." He answered the young wolf

"Then how can you promise me she'll be home soon?" His voice still laced with anger and sadness

"Sometimes I worry you're too smart for your own good." Maester Luein muttered lowly to himself. I could see Bran looking at Theon, who resumed shooting bows, longing to do what's being done infront of him.

"I'll never shoot another arrow." His face showed sadness. Sadness that was foreign to me before his incident.

"And where is that written?" Maester questioned Bran.

"You need legs to work a bow." Maester nodded knowingly

"Hmm... If the saddle Lord Tyrion designed actually works, you could learn to shoot a bow from horseback." Bran's demeanor changed and he looked at the Maester with hopeful eyes.

"Really?" He asked the man. Maester Luwin smiled softly.

"Dothraki boys learn when they're four years old. Why shouldn't you?" Bran smiled. Probably for the first time since he's awakened.
We were then excused from our lessons as Bran and I parted ways to our own chambers. The look on Bran's face was still etched in my head. I stood up from my bed and walked over to my chest. I pulled out my jewelry box and set it on my vanity table. I took a seat and opened the box. Diamonds and emeralds glistened but they weren't what I was looking for. Finally I found what I've been looking for. I pulled the necklace out and admired its beauty. It was a silver locket with 3 roses intertwining with one another. I carefully opened up the locket. Similar blue eyes stared back into mine, only theirs were much older and wiser than I. The women wore a light blue dress. A single red rose was placed in her chestnut brown hair.
The women was a beauty to be seen. A beauty that some might say surpasses even the queen regent herself.

The picture on the other half displayed the same woman but she was accompanied by 3 other people. They were children, her's to be exact. A girl who looked to be around 8 was standing on her left. Long chestnut colored hair cascaded down the young child's back. No doubt that this was Margaery.
On the woman's right was a boy who looked to be 10 years of age. He too had the same colored hair as the girl and bright smile. This was Loras.
The last child was merely a child. It was a baby, wrapped in silk blue linens with large blue eyes. This is me I thought to myself. If only she were still alive