Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 7

Tyrion decided not to answer Robb as he looked at Bran, "Would your charming companion be so kind as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt." Tyrion requested of the young lad. 

"Kneel, Hodor." Bran commanded and Hodor did as he was bid, placing Bran on equal 'standing' with the Imp of Casterly Rock.

"Do you like to ride, Bran?" Tyrion asked. 

"Yes. Well, I mean did like to." Bran answered somewhat bitterly. 

"The boy has lost the use of his legs for the time being." Maester Luwin intercepted, but Tyrion Lannister was no deterred.

"What of it? Within a few years, he'll be able to walk again. Even so, if he wished to ride now, with the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride." Tyrion spoke confidently.

"I'm not a cripple." Bran retorted. 

"I know you aren't, but until you can walk again, you're as good as. Besides, I have a gift for you." Tyrion spoke to the young lordling calmly as he took a furled scroll from underneath his cloak and handed it to Bran.

"Give that to your saddler. He'll provide the rest." Tyrion told Bran as the boy unfurled the sealed scroll and looked at the plans within.

"You must shape the horse to the rider. Start with a yearling and teach it to respond to the reins and to the boy's voice." Tyrion informed the Acting-Lord Stark and the Maester of Winterfell.

"Will I really be able to ride?" Said boy asked timidly. 

"You will. On horseback you will be as tall as any of them, until your legs heal." Tyrion told the boy encouragingly, causing a small smile to grow on the solemn boy's face.

"Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?" Robb asked from where he sat, confused to the Lannister's behavior. 

"I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things." Tyrion replied as he smiled at Bran, the boy smiling back at him.

"You've done my brother a kindness. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours." Robb offered Tyrion somewhat grudgingly, but Tyrion would not hear of it.

"Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark. There's a brothel outside your walls. There I'll find a bed and both of us can sleep easier." Tyrion replied, seemingly offended by Robb's attitude as the Imp of Casterly Rock walked out of Winterfell's Great Hall.

<Moments later, Courtyard, East Gate, Winterfell, The North...>

One Theon Greyjoy walked towards the mounted Tyrion with a bit of cockiness in his poise before he spoke, "Couldn't resist some northern arse?" He vulgarly asked.

"If you like redheads, ask for Ros." Theon spoke, believing himself to be superior at that moment. 

"Come to see me off, Greyjoy? Kind of you. Your master doesn't seem to like Lannisters." Tyrion spoke calmly. 

"He's not my master." Theon retorted. 

"No, of course not." Tyrion agreed sarcastically.

The Imp then turned his attention to more important matters, "What happened here? Where is Lady Stark? Why didn't she receive me?" Tyrion asked seriously. 

"She wasn't feeling well." Theon lied pathetically.

"She's not in Winterfell, is she? Where did she go?" Tyrion asked again, fishing for information. "M'lady's whereabouts..." "M'lady?" Tyrion cut off Theon calmly with a chuckle.

"Your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see his only surviving son has turned lackey?" Tyrion asked Theon scathingly as the young man scowled.