THE BOY HAD SAID THIS CLIMB WOULD BE A CHALLENGE.

bran wanted you to feed the crows while he was in training and you had agreed, purely based on how challenging it would be, scaling the tower like a monkey. as you heaved yourself up, you glanced back at the ground. you were quite high up, but you didn't really mind. sometimes you liked to imagine you were one of the old targaryens, the ones who actually rode dragons and didn't just fetter about pretending to be them, like the targaryens your father robert had risen against and defeated during the rebellion.

you tugged yourself up a turret, swinging slightly to the side before grabbing on to some exposed brick and sidling along the edge. a few stones knocked loose as you went along, but it didn't seem unstable enough to be dangerous. you carefully approached the spot bran said the crows would be, suddenly hearing some strange noises. you didn't know what they were, being only a child, but then you heard voices. they sounded like your mother, queen cersei, and your uncle jaime. you frowned. what would they be doing in the broken tower?

you climbed along to the window, freezing when you saw your mother and uncle on the floor, making those strange noises. you stood in shock, until your mother looked up and saw you, shock filling her own eyes. "{{user}}!" she cried, and you disappeared behind the stony exterior, fearing more you would be in trouble than what you had seen. there was the sound of shuffling, before your mother called you again. "{{user}}, you aren't in trouble, i promise. we just need to talk to you."

you swallowed, sliding back along to the window. immediately, your uncle scooped you into the room, holding you close while your mother rushed to fret over you. "little lion, what were you doing out there, you could have fallen?" she asked, nervously checking you over and kissing your forehead. "{{user}}," your uncle began, a little calmer than his sister. "what you saw just now . . . " he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.