I finished up making some food putting it in a little bag and heading down the ice-cold, dark, stone corridors out to the gods wood where I saw a familiar figure sat looking at the werewood tree his chair sat under the tree protected slightly from the snow that fell non stop, the snow thick on the ground, the little pound that used to take up so much space in the gods woods frozen to make a hard enough surface to stand on the coating of snow concealing its location, the grey ghostly branches of werewood coated in a thin layer of snow, the red blood like leaves moving in the ice-cold wind being hit by the gentle but constant snowfall, Bran sat in his chair wrapped up in furs under the tree, snow sat in his brown hair a dusting on his chair and on his furs, his eyes as white as the snow as he was elsewhere I smiled going over and wrapping my arms around him giving his ice-cold cheek a kiss,

"What is it y/n?" he asked as distant as ever

"I brought you some food," I smiled handing him the bag of food

"Thank you" he nods

"You've been out here a long while bran, you have snow in your hair" I smiled brushing the snow off aking his top fur and shaking it running my hands along to try and make the snow off it for him and tucking him back in with it so he was as warm as I could make him

"Winter has come," He says "your a southerner y/n your not use to the cold as I am"

"Doesn't mean you should be sat out in the sow for hours and hours on end Brandon" I told him

"What else did you want?" He asked

"What makes you think I want anything else?" I asked

"You're out here in the snow," he says "what do you want y/n?" He smiled

"I would like you to come inside," I told him

"why?" he asked

"For a cuddle by the fire?" I offer

"alright" he smiled letting me take him inside, it took a while but soon enough we where cuddled up in our bed in just our underthings, the furs of our bed wrapped around us tightly the fireplace at the foot of our bed roaring, cracking and causing a dance on the walls around us. he wrapped his arms around me as tight as he could keep me only an inch away from him, summer laid at the foot of our bed wrapped up in blankets between our bed at the fire, we could see out to the Godswood and the still falling snow, no doubt it would be almost impassible tomorrow if the snow kept up not that either of us where really looking out to the snow on the werewood tree too much, often he smiled and softly kissed me gentle little kisses that seemed to last forever till we eventually fell asleep in each other arms happy to stay here till winter is over.