It is worse than he'd thought

"I'm sure you wonder why you're in such a form." He heard Melisandre speak in that foreign accent of hers. Bran had other things in mind to say to them but decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being.

"With the **** and disappearance of all your other siblings, you're the last known Stark alive." The red woman paused for a moment before continuing. "As unfortunate this might be for you, there was still a small inconvenience."

"Which was?" He inquired.

"The fact that Bran Stark wouldn't be the most useful Stark for our king." The foreigner stated calmly.

"What do you mean?" Bran asked, Arya's worried tone coming out of his mouth.

"She means that in order for me to secure the North, I need an alliance forged in blood." The Northerner felt a huge weight form in his chest as the words that the balding man told him made into his ears, and it was not his petite breasts. He somehow felt even more ire as the witch continued.