“Are you hurt Lyanna?” Those were his priories at the moment, his surroundings and if Lyanna was alright and- “Father…” Brandon struggled to sit up, holding back a grunt of pain as he did so as his mind raced. The last image he could remember seeing was their father about to be lit on fire…
He was about to tell her they had to go back, back to the red keep when he noticed his sister’s eyes. “I’m fine, Lyanna.” He told her as gently as he could “We have to leave this place. Away from the Targayrens…Pray to the Gods that father isn’t-”
she shook her head and tried to hush and settle him as he struggled to move. her strong, brave, wild brother — he deserved better than her for a sister. “he ——— f-father…” she choked out with a sob. rhaegar had been unable to save lord rickard, though he’d managed to collect brandon. her hands clasped at her brother’s. “i’m s-sorry, brandon…” when she shut her eyes, she saw her father burning, just as they said he’d done, her eldest brother struggling and nearly dying himself.
The way she spoke, the way she held her hand in his. He knew. It was up to him to lead their house, to protect his younger siblings. “You were abducted. Do not blame yourself for father’s death.”
He told the girl, finally resting a hand on her back to comfort her before he struggled to swing his legs over the bed side. “Where is my sword?” If they were going to leave, he’d like to do so armed and quickly.
Goldnwulf 