A pack for us (Jon V)

A pack for us
Jon V

Jons shock was clearly visible his hands shook so much he almost dropped longclaw. He sat on the ground facing the statue of Edward Stark.

Bran sat silent and still. His eyes trained on Jon.

"Why Bran? Why didn't he tell me?"

"If he did. Robert would of killed you." Brans face showed no emotion. His face was cold but not cruel.

"He wanted to tell you Jon. But honour demanded his silence."

"Honour?" Jon spat out. "Honour raised me a bastard? Honour sent me to the wall? Honour made my family mistreat me?"

"Honour kept you alive." Bran responded still showing no emotion. The statues in the crypt expressed more than the boy before him.

Jon climbed to his feet. Dusting himself off.

"What happens now Bran?" His chin steady and mouth no longer quivering.

"That my dear cousin. That is up to you."

Without another word Jon sulked away from Bran.