Sneaking down the tree, he stashes Sansa's dress in a bush. I'll plant these in Arya's room later, Bran thought to himself, chuckling. After making sure the clothes were out of sight, Bran began whistling.
It's an old tune, one from his childhood. Old Nan had taught it to him. As he whistled, he slowly walked towards the springs, not trying to be quiet. By the time Bran reached the water's edge, Sansa was nowhere to be seen. Well, she thought she was nowhere to be seen. Glancing around, Bran saw that she had hastily hidden behind a tree, but he let her believe she was hidden. Sighing, he sat down by the water's edge, lying down and enjoying the brisk Northern day.
Now, the real fun begins. Bran knew Sansa had places to be, but Bran had all the time in the world. Eventually, she would have to try and escape, and Bran would catch her. It took a while, longer than Bran had expected, but his chance arrived. Sansa, trying to sneak away, stepped on a stick, snapping it. Bran jolted up, looking around. Sansa quickly ducked back behind the tree.
"Hello?" Bran called out, standing up and feigning fear. No response. "Whoever is out there, show yourself!" No response. "I'm Ned Stark's son, I'll call the guards!"
That last line did it. Not wanting more embarrassment, Sansa poked her head out from behind the tree. "Bran, over here."
"Sansa?" Bran asked, acting confused. "Why are you hiding behind a tree?"
"Arya stole my clothes," Sansa replied, her cheeks a bright red. "I was taking a bath and she must have done it while I was... relaxing."
"So that means you're..." Bran trailed off, and couldn;t help but blush.
"Yes, I'm nude!" Sansa finished. "Could you pleeeeeease run to my room and get some clothes? Please, nobody can see me like this!"
Bran contemplated his options. He could be her knight in shining armor. Maybe he could get a favor or two? Or he could **** her, or worse.
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