Summer child~Brandon Stark x Reader

Chapter 2- Summer

When Rickon brought me to my bedchambers, he followed me inside. He pointed everything out. I had a bureau with a beautiful mirror and a small window. There were shelves and my bed. I always enjoyed the quarters of Winterfell. The beds were huge warm and comfortable. Dare I say more comfortable than my own at home. The furs were soft and thick and I couldn't ask for a better sleep during my stays at Winterfell throughout the years. Shaggydog and Rickon left and i sat on the edge of my bed. On the bedside table was a candle and a tankard. There was a drawer as well. The little light coming through the window shone on my face. I smiled to myself daydreaming a bit. I rose up and changed into a new dress due to the mud covering the back. I brushed out my hair and left my chambers to meet Bran. I walked through the halls taking in the castle. I could never get used to Winterfell's beauty. I saw Bran in the distance. Hodor was holding him up and summer was licking Bran's hand. I smiled and walked over to them teasingly giving a curtesy. "My lord." I giggle. Bran looks up at me playfully and smirks. "My lady." He looks down to the direwolf who is intently watching my every move. "Summer. You remember y/n, don't you boy?" Summer trotted a couple paces over to me and sniffed my hand. I smiled and pet his large head, playing with his ears. He panted and stood still. Direwolves weren't like dogs. They weren't crazy happy to see you. But if they walk over to you they have an interest. Their body language and expressions in their eyes tell all. They're wiser and more alert than dogs and much much larger. If Summer were to stand on his hind paws he'd be much taller than I. "Hodor. Bring me over to her." "Hodor" I continue petting summer. I love the feeling of wolf fur. Slightly coarse, but bushy. Fluffy. Summer's intelligent eyes glanced up at me and then he turned his head to Bran. He trots over to Bran and grumbles before nuzzling his hand. "What do you want boy? Hmm?" Bran pets Summer and he just looks up at him. I smile and cover the distance between us. "So.." I begin a bit nervously. "I've missed you you know.." I wonder if im blushing. Bran smiles and watches me. "I suppose this will be your home soon. I'll see you all the time! Hopefully.." He looks at his feet. "Robb does like you." "No he doesn't. You and I both know he isn't interested in me. Not like that" ..."well don't worry im sure you'll be happy with him" Bran looks out into the distance. "What if I don't want to be happy with him?" I frown. "What if I.." I stop myself. I can't lose him. I can't. Bran looks over to me and hope flashes across his eyes. It dies away as fast as it came. "Tonight we will have a feast for you and your family y/n. I heard the plans were to serve the finest cuts of meat and the best stews they could make. Lord Manderly's pie. Venison pie.. All of your favorites." Why do I feel like Bran had a part in the planning of this feast? I smile inwardly and look into his eyes. "Your parents are leaving quite soon I hear. But they'll be back for your wedding." His eyes looked sad. I wish we could go back to when we were little. When I could just be a happy child running away from Bran with his bow in my hands. Happy times. There were no worries in the world at that age. I wanted to think I could be a child for a longer time than this. Responsibility really piles on when you least expect it. Before I reach my 16th name day I am expected to be married and possibly carrying a child. Robb Stark's child. I push the haunting thought away and sigh loudly. "Is everything alright?" Bran is still watching me. "Yes everything is just peachy." I scowl at the wall. I turn to Bran with a smile. I punch his shoulder lightly. "So what do you want to do?" He smirks. "Let's leave. Let's go to the Wolfswood." "You lead the way little lord" I laugh and he glares at me mischievously. He hates when I call him that. I found that out when i first started calling him that when I heard Osha was. But osha was much older than he and it didn't matter to him. It was an endearing term for her. For me it was just to bother him as much as I could. We readied ourselves in cloaks and proper wear and walked out of the castlewalls. Summer walked ahead of us sniffing a bush. I look down at Bran. He's playing with the furs covering him. He seemed to be concentrating very hard. I became infatuated with him, staring at him. Suddenly, Summer leapt over Bran and I heard a satisfying crunch as Summer closed his jaws around a good sized Rabbit. He showed us his prize and trotted ahead holding it. I try not to laugh. I heard a giggle. "Hodor." I look up at the giant and he's watching Summer like a child looks at a present. I hold onto my necklace. The last time I was here, Bran gave me a gift. He had someone craft him a silver direwolf on a shield and he gave it to me attached to a silver chain. It was a valuable gift. Whenever I went a ways away from home I would tuck in the necklace so no one would think to corner me and take it. I treasured it. I loved the Starks and I loved Bran. It was something I could think about when I was alone and just hold it thinking of him. I never took it off. Even bathing I keep it on. Once were well enough into the Wolfswood, Bran tells Hodor to stop. We're surrounded by trees and everything looks the same. It's easy to get lost here. Bran suddenly grabs my arm and I scream. Im very easy to scare. He starts laughing loudly and I punch him trying to get him back. He only laughs harder. "Hodor! Go find us some sticks please. Bring them back." Hodor leaves. I glare at Bran and I flick his head. It's obvious that these sticks he asks for are of no use. He looks up at me and smirks, grabbing my arm and pulling me on top of him in his wheel barrow. I try to get up but he holds me down and tickles me with his other hand. I scream and laugh and squirm around trying to get away. He may be a cripple but his arms are growing strong. Im not weak either! I try everything I can to escape his capture but he only continues mercilessly tickling me all over. I laugh louder as he tickles me a bit lower and I hold his shoulders bowing my head. Im practically crying from laughing. I hear him laughing and I look into his eyes. I see the concentration and mischief. I squirm and try to get up and I still fail. "Please...gods bran...please I can't..oh gods" I laugh and pant. He finally stops, smiling victoriously. I stare at him and realize our position. How close we are. Im straddling him, my hands on his shoulders. My face is very..very close to his. My chest flutters. I wish I could be with him. I wish I could just kiss him right now. I would run away with Bran..if I could. His cheeks are rosy. I can't tell if it's from the cold or from his attack..or if it's possibly a blush. I pant and lick my lips. He looks at my lips and back to my eyes, silently. His brown eyes are so beautiful. I feel worry creep up on me that I've gotten too close and for too long but I can't look away. Suddenly his expression hardens and his face is bright red. I blush. "Are you okay?" He nods. One of his hands is on the small of my back and the other is resting on my forearm. "Hodor." I jump at the breaking silence and get off of bran. He gasps and does his best to shift. I smirk and back up until im out of his arms reach. His eyes narrow and he smirks. "You cannot get away that easy im afraid.." "Oh yah? Who says? A little crippled lord?" His jaw drops in mock offense. I smirk and back up. He stares me dead in the eyes and suddenly his eyes go white. I felt the adrenaline pump through my veins as I turn and run as fast as I can. I hear a growl and I hear bolting of paws. I cannot outrun a direwolf. I run faster than I can and try to climb a tree but Summer's teeth close around my dress tugging me down. I fall. "Ugn.." Summer growls and hovers over me. I try to back away but summer's mouth closes around my ankle. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that there's no way I can shake his grip. He drags me back through the dirt and light dusting of snow back to Bran's carriage. He lets go and grabs my forearm before I can think to move. Summer tugs on me until I sit up. I pull back slightly but he lets go and pushed my back with his muzzle until my face and arms are sprawled at Bran's ankles. Summers eyes go white and I glare up at Bran, his deep brown eyes smirking at me. He grabs my wrists and pulls me up on top of him again. I blush and playfully glare at him. "That's not fair." "Well you can't run away from a cripple. THAT'S..not fair" he smirks. I glare at him smiling playfully. "Hodor. Take us back to the castle." "Hodor." You should probably get off of me when we reach the gates. People will get suspicious and trust me, it'll reach my father by supper." I nod and lay my head on the furs covering Bran. I wish I was with this boy I really do. He would be mine and I would be his. I frown and brush my hand against his arm. The setting sun shines on the castle walls as we get closer. Summer runs up to the gates and past the guards. I think back to when we were children. I feel guilty for it, but im grateful bran fell. If he wasn't crippled he'd become a knight. He would never be able to marry. In my heart there's still hope and I smile. I gently push myself off of bran and stand on the grass. I brush off my dress, smoothing out some of the wrinkles. I walk with Bran and Hodor into the gates and I am greeted by Arya. "Dear brother did you run off with y/n again?" She teases. I glare and slap her arm playfully. "Oh im only playing! Come on! Everyone is going to gather in the den." "Hodor lets go" he waves and I wave back smiling. Summers bushy tail is held high and his ears are perked forward. He confidently trails behind Bran following them into the castle. "So what exactly did he do to you??" Arya presses. "What are you talking about? We went for a walk in the Wolfswood.." It was mostly true. "Just a walk? Your dress is all crumpled and ruffled up. You're full of dirt and snow and your hair is all messy. It looks like he attacked you!" She laughs loudly. "Oh shut up he didn't do anything!" "Oh so Hodor did this to you? Or did you fall? That explains why your cheeks are so rosy..like they always are when you're around Bran." "Oh enough interrogating me we were just fooling around!" "With your maidenhead?" "Arya!" I feel the heat on my face and I feel a shock of electricity in my chest. She only laughs. "Revenge for all those times you bothered me about Gendry! But guess what. You were right. You always knew. And you and I both know I am right. You looooooove him." She smirks. "I do not!" "Oh it's so very obvious! I bet Needle on it. That means I am 100% sure. Id never bet anything on Needle otherwise." I sigh feeling very flustered. "Let's just go inside. And ..don't tell anyone anything. I am not admitting to anything! But I don't need anyone else teasing me." "️Haha he really likes you!" I blush. "How do you know?" We begin to walk towards the castle. "The look in his eyes when he looks at you. He adores you. I know him well enough." I blush really hoping she's right. I stay silent and we walk to my bedchambers so I may change for the 3rd time today and then we walk towards the den. Inside the den there's a warm comfortable fire and the wolves: Nymeria, Lady, Greywind, Ghost, Shaggydog, and Summer are all curled up together close to it. Ned Stark and Catelyn are sitting in two comfortable looking chairs. Lady Stark is sowing the stitching on a mangled leather glove that looks to fit Rickon's hand. Robb is laughing and talking with my father. Sansa is arguing with Rickon on a comfortable sofa and Jon snow is standing next to Bran who is placed on the floor, petting Summer. His furs cover his legs. Arya pulls my wide sleeve over my wrist and brings me over to Bran. She teases him about something and I sit down. "Im not trying to tease you. But I think Bran and you would be happy together. Robb would much rather it be that way as well. He loves this other girl you know. Nothing against you but the difference in age.." Jon snow sits beside me. "And what about you?" "Me? No girl will ever love a bastard." I frown. "You think so lowly of yourself it makes me sick!" Ghost walks over to Jon and sprawls himself on both of our legs. His pink eyes stare intently into Jon's eyes. I gaze into the fire feeling comfortable and content.