Brandon shook the snow out of his hair and glared at Ned, which might have come across as more intimidating if they hadn't all just heard him yelp when several well-aimed snowballs hit his back. "You were supposed to be on my side!"
Ned only smiled and tossed the last snowball he was holding at Brandon, who ignored it in favor of launching himself at Ned, tackling him into the snowbank. Behind them, Lyanna and Benjen peeked out from behind an oak tree and burst into laughter.
Brandon laughed himself as he shoved handfuls of snow down the back of Ned's shirt, saying, "Traitor! Turncloak! I was going to give you a holdfast when I become Lord of Winterfell, but if that's how you're going to treat your liege lord - "
"That won't happen for ages, anyway," Lyanna said as she threw herself into the snowbank - her brothers never did something without her wanting to be in the middle of it - and started to pile snow on them both.
Benjen nodded, leaning back against the oak tree. "She's right. Father's never been ill a day in his life."
"You'll be an old, grey man before you get Winterfell," Lyanna declared.
Brandon threw a snowball at her for that, but halfheartedly - the energy was beginning to go out of all of them as the sun started to set over the walls of Winterfell. He pulled himself up, offering his hands to his brother and sister where they lay in the snowbank. "Come on, then. If we have so much time before we have to worry about Winterfell, we might as well spend it someplace warmer."
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Ned only smiled and tossed the last snowball he was holding at Brandon, who ignored it in favor of launching himself at Ned, tackling him into the snowbank. Behind them, Lyanna and Benjen peeked out from behind an oak tree and burst into laughter.
Brandon laughed himself as he shoved handfuls of snow down the back of Ned's shirt, saying, "Traitor! Turncloak! I was going to give you a holdfast when I become Lord of Winterfell, but if that's how you're going to treat your liege lord - "
"That won't happen for ages, anyway," Lyanna said as she threw herself into the snowbank - her brothers never did something without her wanting to be in the middle of it - and started to pile snow on them both.
Benjen nodded, leaning back against the oak tree. "She's right. Father's never been ill a day in his life."
"You'll be an old, grey man before you get Winterfell," Lyanna declared.
Brandon threw a snowball at her for that, but halfheartedly - the energy was beginning to go out of all of them as the sun started to set over the walls of Winterfell. He pulled himself up, offering his hands to his brother and sister where they lay in the snowbank. "Come on, then. If we have so much time before we have to worry about Winterfell, we might as well spend it someplace warmer."