The king

"His grace, the king."

No. That couldn't be happening.

"So incredible that lady Selyse passed away a couple weeks ago. Maybe it was the work of the Lord of Light himself." Melisandre remarked. "No offense of course, your grace." The Baratheon simply grunted in response. Meanwhile, desperation started to sink into Bran's petite form. Here he was, a captive in his sister's body, now **** to marry a man who was also his captor.

"You won't **** me." He spoke in a volume which was barely a whisper.

"I'll even let you name the first child after the first son to preserve the legacy of your house." Stannis said, completely disregarding or unaware of the silent protest the Northener made. Out of all, the notion of bearing children, especially of that man, was the one that insulted the Stark the most.

Unafraid to stand naked before the both of them, Bran did so defiantly.

"I am not going to let myself turn into some bloody bride when I'm the rightful Lord of Winterfell!" He exclaimed in Arya's voice.

Stannis slowly stood up from the seat he'd taken. Much taller and stronger than the girl that he had been turned into. Yet the Stark didn't back down, locking his eyes onto the Baratheon's own.

"You are no lord of anything. But rest assured that there will be a Lord of Winterfell whose name is Stark, and he will have my blood."

Bran didn't know what had overcome him, but he realized almost too late that he had just spit on the large man in front of him. Stannis did not seem amused. The Stark had barely enough time to register the Stormlander's backhanded slap across his face in response. The hit had enough **** to send Arya's small form across the hard floor. The Northerner felt only three things. The stinging pain on his right cheek, his bare skin against the stone floor and overwhelming rage towards the balding man and the red woman.

Tears started streaming down Arya's pretty face. Either from the pain or resentment, Bran didn't know.

"Hush now, child." The red woman spoke. "I'll be coming back to teach you how a lady behaves properly so you don't look awfully suspicious when it is revealed that we rescued you on Braavos."

The two finally left him alone there on the floor. Bran got up, still feeling the pain from that simple backhanded slap on his cheek. He found the damn gown and got dressed. He was done with seing Arya's naked body for the time being. It was looking like he would have many other opportunities to do so in the foreseeable future.

He climbed on top of the bed and tried to get sone sleep.