Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 10

<Two days later, Archery Range, Winterfell, The North...>

The arrow hit just off the mark that signalled a bullseye as Theon Greyjoy drew another arrow to practice the craft of war favoured by the Ironborn, due to their particular need to shoot at people as they can't hack at them with their axes from their ships at sea.

Bran watched Theon's training calmly as Maester Luwin sat next to him, a map of all Westeros laid out before the young lord for his lessons into the Seven Kingdoms and its regions.

"Bran." Maester Luwin called as he had a stick in hand, fashioned to point and to teach. 

Tapping at an island region of Westeros, Maester Luwin looked expectedly at Bran as the young Stark answered. "The Iron Islands. Sigil – A Kraken. Words – We Do Not Sow." 

"Lord?" Maester Luwin prompted. 

"The Greyjoys." Bran answered, his voice still holding a quiet tone.

Theon chose then to turn and speak, "Famed for their skills at archery, navigation and lovemaking." He boasted, even though Bran wondered if that were true, than how did Edwyn always thwart their attempts to raid the North, attempts that had been ceased barely nine months ago when it seemed Lord Greyjoy didn't want to lose any more of his men to the Wild Wolf's fury.

"And failed rebellions." Maester Luwin added as Theon turned back and once again focused and perfecting his archery.

Maester Luwin then tapped at another region, prompting Bran to answer, "The Stormlands. Sigil – A Stag, a Crowned Stag now that Robert's king." Bran answered as he played around with a Tully broach. 

"Good." The old maester of Winterfell praised as Bran continued. "Words – Ours is the Fury. Lords – The Baratheons."

Maester Luwin hummed as he tapped on another region of Westeros. 

"The Westerlands. Sigil – A Lion. Words – A Lannister always pays his debts." Bran answered. 

"No." Maester Luwin disagreed as he proceeded to educate the youth.

"A common saying, but not their official motto." Maester Luwin lectured. Bran sighed as he spoke, "Lords – The Lannister." 

"We're still on their words." Maester Luwin chastised the boy, garnering a reaction from the youth.

"I don't know them." Bran said. 

"You do know them. Think." Maester Luwin disagreed as he prompted his current pupil. 

"Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken." Bran answered stubbornly, causing the old maester to sigh as he disagreed, "That's House Martell."

"Righteous in Wrath." Bran stated. "House Hornwood." Maester Luwin stated in response to the boy. 

"Family, Duty, Honour." Bran said as he used the fish broach to scratch the desk, his inner turmoil and anger at his mother being taken out on the wooden surface of the desk with the broach of his mother's family.

"Those are Tully words – your mother's. Are we playing a game?" Maester Luwin asked the young lord.

"Family, Duty, Honour... is that the right order?" Bran asked in a feigned tone of interest. 

"You know it is." Maester Luwin replied. 

"Family comes first?" Bran asked. 

"Your mother had to leave Winterfell to protect the family." Maester Luwin told Bran calmly.

"How can she protect her family if she's not with her family?" Bran snarked at the maester. 

"Your mother sat by your bed for three weeks while you slept." Maester Luwin told the boy.