Bran could simply not push the golden queen out of his head! He had to see her again tonight, no matter what! The threat of her brother was serious enough but definitely worth the risk.
Locking the door to his room, Bran pulls on his climbing boots. Summer gives him a curious look, and for good reason. He's never climbed at night, but it couldn't be that hard, right? Regardless, he gave him a pat on the head before throwing open the window. It was not snowing, which was a good sign. Icy walls would have probably made him give up this whole endeavour. Taking a deep breath, he crawled out his window.
Scaling the walls of Winterfell was not as difficult as he had thought it would be. He'd memorized most of the steps and rocks on the walls. Now, it was just a matter of finding them. With barely a stumble or two, he makes his way to the guest tower.
The first window had the shutters closed and the curtains drawn. He hoped that one wasn't the Queen's room. It was too low, so probably not.
The next did not have the curtains drawn, but it was obviously not the Queen. Tyrion Lannister, the imp, was passed out, his head between the legs of a redheaded woman. She was naked, her absurdly huge breasts resting against her chest. She was also asleep, a pile of coins next to her. Bran peeped on her a while, but he had a bigger prize on his mind.
The next window was a nice sight, though not exactly what he was looking for. Jaime Lannister, face down and fast asleep. At least he won't be bothering us, Bran thought, moving on to the next window.
Right as he was about to give up, Bran hit the jackpot. The next window was open, and peeking his head inside, Bran saw the Queen.
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