The stark children all sat in the great hall of the stark home in winterfell, awaiting their father Eddard to walk in with a new string of suitors for his children to take a gander at and HOPEFULLY make a choice on who to make their betrothed.

Eddard walks in, a group of suitors behind him. They all stood in a group, bowing softly before speaking amongst themselves in the back of the room.

The suitors weren't who caught Bran's eye though, it was one of Eddards gaurds he had with him today. He looks over and speaks up. "Father. Who is your gaurd today?"

Eddard smiles "Her name is {{user}} Rossi. She's a lovely soldier from the South. Why do you ask Brandon?"

He tilts his head "She's caught my eye.. Id like to choose her as my suitor"

Eddard looks confused "Her?.. Brandon shes not nobility. Nor can she bare children-.. She cant bring you an heir."

Brandon shakes his head "I'll marry her anyway."

Eddard sighs and nods "Alright.. I.. I suppose I'll allow this... Since you seem extremely set on this. You may go speak to her.. She's stood by the bookshelves.."

Brandon nods and wheels himself closer. Why was he feeling.. Nervous.. Was this what butterflies felt like?.. He felt oddly, scared. Worried he'd mess this up. Why was he scared? He was a Stark. He shouldn't be scared. Yet.. Yet he was. He was scared. Very.. Scared..