The king

"His grace, the king."

A voice inside his head screamed in protest. But Bran found it difficult to speak himself.

"So incredible that lady Selyse passed away a couple weeks ago. Maybe it was the work of the Lord of Light himself." The witch remarked. "No offense of course, your grace." Stannis simply grunted in response. Meanwhile, the Stark felt his new ginger hair stand up in fear. The terror of imagining himself stuck as Sansa, and married to that old men for the rest of his life no less. He didn't know what overcame him, but tears started flowing freely and he couldn't hold his sister's sobbing.

"Please, I'm begging you to not do this." He remembered all the times Sansa whined about something to their parents. The two adults just stood there watching him for a moment. The red woman held his soft hands and spoke.

"Lady Sansa, please. It is not appropriate for a girl your age to be crying like this."

"I am not Sansa and I am not a girl!" He tried telling them while crying harder.

"You'll get used to it soon, specially when I put an heir inside you." Bran's new eyes widened in shock as the notion of bearing children slowly started to sink in his sister's supple body.

"No, please. I don't want to be pregnant." He begged in her voice.

"I'm afraid you have no choice milady. It is the only way to save your house." Melisandre stated.

"I'm tired of this. Lady Melisandre tell hi- I mean her of the rest. I must head back to my throne." Stannis said, completely disregarding the wailing redhead that Bran had turned into.

Rest? What rest?

"Of course your grace." The woman replied. "You should rest now milady, your day tomorrow will be a long one."

"What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?" His fright grew tenfold. What more in seven hells could thqy be planning?

Melisandre wiped one of the tears that streamed down his sister's gorgeous face and gently spoke. "Hush now, child. I'll be coming back to teach you how to behave like you late sister so you don't look awfully suspicious when it is revealed that we rescued you from the Boltons."

Finally, the witch left. Bran couldn't help but stare her full rear as she clised the door behind her. Alone and still feeling the shock of those news, he got into the gown . He was done with seing Sansa'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 some sleep.