Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 10

"And then she left!" Bran replied angrily.

Maester Luwin looked at the boy somewhat calmly before the old man spoke, "When you were born, I was the one who pulled you from your mother. I placed you in her arms. From that moment until the moment she dies, she will love you. Absolutely. Fiercely." Bran heard the Maester's comforting words as he looked at the broach of the trout of House Tully.

"Why did she leave?" Bran asked. 

"I still can't tell you – but she will be home soon." Maester Luwin said regretfully, knowing that it was for the best that Bran didn't know about the assassination attempt on his life whilst he slept that could potentially lead to possible war across the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

"Do you know where she is now? Today?" Bran asked, his head down and still holding the trout in his hands.

"No I don't." Maester Luwin answered in a soft tone.

"Then how can you promise me she'll be home soon?" Bran asked nastily at the old man, his anger at his mother to the fore for abandoning him at Winterfell for some reason that he wasn't told of and he failed to understand.

Maester Luwin sighed as the old man lamented, "Sometimes I worry that you're too smart for your own good."

Bran turned his eyes to Theon before he spoke in a sad voice at what he perceived that he'd lost. "I'll never shoot another arrow for a long time." 

"And where is that written?" Maester Luwin asked the boy with a raised eyebrow.

"You need legs to work a bow." Bran stated informatively. 

Luwin hummed as he spoke, "If the saddle Lord Tyrion designed actually works, you could learn to shoot a bow from horseback." 

Bran looked at the Maester of Winterfell with something akin to hope in his eyes to resume his combat training. "Really?"

Maester Luwin leaned in as he asked, "Dothraki boys learn when they're four years old. Why shouldn't you?" This drew a smile from Bran as he looked back at the bullseye... and found that not even one of Theon's arrows had hit the black spot, but plenty of areas around it.

<Hours later, Nightfall, Theon's Chambers, Great Keep, Winterfell, The North...>

Ros's groans and moans were heard as Theon fucked her doggy-style atop his bed, his groans and her moans mixing as they fornicated atop his bed within the ancestral home of his foster family.

Theon elicited a loud moan from Ros as he finished within her. 

"Shh, keep it down. You're not supposed to be inside the castle walls." Theon warned her as he exited the whore, walking to her side as she got up seductively as her craft demanded of her.

Pushing him lightly to the side, she spoke, "I thought you were supposed to be an important person around here." 

"Important enough for the likes of you." Theon told his frequent and repeated lover/whore.

"You're not the only nobleman in my life, you know." She remarked, a golden necklace with the golden lion of House Lannister engraved proudly upon it.

"Who, the Imp? I'd call him half a nobleman." Theon snarked nastily. 

"Jealous?" Ros asked coyly as she applied some salve onto her face.

"Why should I be jealous? Anyone with a few coppers in his pocket can own you for the night." Theon retorted without a care. 

"What's a dwarf like down below? I've always wondered." Theon asked her with a smirk at the possible disappointment that he assumed Ros had to fuck.