Things don't look too bright for him

"I'm sure you wonder why you're in such a form." That red woman spoke in her usual foreign accentof. Such an understatement. But Bran decided to keep quiet. A horrible fear inside his chest. They already had done 'that' to him, what else could they do if he opposed them?

"With the death and disappearance of all your other siblings, you're the last known Stark alive." Melisandre paused for a second and then continuing. "As unfortunate this might be for you, there was still a small inconvenience."

"What do you mean?" Sansa's confused voice coming out of his mouth.

"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, the fear growing by the moment.

"She means that in order for me to secure the North, I need an alliance forged in blood." The Northerner felt a terrible weight forming in his chest as the words that the balding man told him made into his ears. A different kind of weight than the one caused by his sister's generous rack. Bran started to feel tears behind his eyes, knowing full well what Stannis had meant with his statement.