Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 274
Please bear with me, I will try my best to make it up before the end of the month.Thanks.

Jon climbed the stairs slowly, knowing that this was the last time he would climb them, but trying to put the thought away.Bai Ling followed beside him silently, it was snowing outside, and snowflakes flew into the city gate.The square was noisy and bustling with people, but inside the thick stone walls, it was still warm and quiet, so quiet that Jon couldn't stand it.

When he reached the door, he stood a long time alone, full of fear.Ghost rubbed his nose against his hand, and he found courage, chest out, and walked into the room.

Lady Stark sat on the edge of the bed.For the last two weeks, she had been watching over Bran almost night and day.She had food delivered to her room, and a potty, and a small hard bed, but people said she never closed her eyes.She fed Bran herself a drink of honey, boiling water, and herbs.She never left the room, so Jon kept his distance.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

For a while he stood on the porch, not daring to make a sound or approach.The windows were thrown wide open, and Bai Ling raised his head when he heard the howling of a lone wolf downstairs.

Madam Stark turned her head and didn't recognize him at first. After a long time, she blinked and asked, "What are you doing here?" Her tone was flat and extremely lifeless.

"I've come to see Bran," Jon replied, "to say goodbye to him."

She still has no expression on her face, and her originally thick maroon hair is tangled in a dejected mess, and she looks as if she has aged 20 years overnight. "You have achieved your goal, let's go."

He wanted to run, but knowing that he might never see Bran again, he took an uneasy step toward the house instead. "Please let me see him."

A cold light flashed in her eyes. "I tell you to go away," she said coldly, "you are not welcome."

In the past, her words would have made him run away in fright, tears streaming down his face in shame, but now, it only made him burn with anger.He is about to be sworn into the Black Legion of the Night's Watch, when he faces dangers far more terrifying than Catelyn Tully Stark. "Anyway, I'm his brother," he said.

"Do you want me to call the guard?"

"Scream," Jon said angrily, "but you can't stop me from seeing him." With that, he crossed the room to the other side of the bed, looking down at Bran.

She was holding Bran's hand, but that hand looked more like a claw than a hand.The patient in front of him was no longer the Bran in Jon's memory. He was haggard and skinny, with his feet curled up in a disgusting shape under the blanket.His eyes were deep-set, like two black holes, opened wide, but seemed dazed.He looked like a weak and lonely leaf, and a strong wind was enough to blow him away.

But under that fragmented skeleton, his chest was rising and falling rhythmically with light, shallow and rapid breathing.

"Bran," he said, "forgive me for not coming to see you until now, because I was terrified." He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, but he didn't care anymore. "Bran, please don't die, Robb, my sister and I are waiting for you to wake up..."

Mrs. Stark watched coldly from the sidelines. Jon saw that she did not summon the guards, and guessed that she should have acquiesced.The direwolf howled again from outside the window, and Bran hadn't been able to find a proper name for the little wolf.

"I have to go," said Jon. "Uncle Benjen is still waiting, and we're going north at once. We need to get going before the snow falls." He remembered how eager Bran was to go far away , He was even more heartbroken at the thought of leaving his injured brother here.Jon wiped away tears and leaned over to kiss his brother on the lips.

"I just wish he could stay with me," Madam Stark said softly.

Jon looked at her warily, only to find that she was not looking at him at all. She seemed to be talking to him, but she was actually absent-minded, as if no one was there.

"I prayed day and night," she said dully, "that he was my darling. I prayed seven times in the sept to the seven faces of the gods, that Ned would change his mind and let Bran stay with me. Perhaps It was the gods who granted my wish."

Jon didn't know what to say. "It's not your fault." After a moment of cramped silence, he managed to say something.

Her eyes found him, eyes full of hatred. "There's no need for you motherless bastard to pity me."

Jon lowered his eyes. She was holding one of Bran's hands. He took the other and held it in his hand, feeling as weak as a bird's bone. "Farewell," he said.

When he came to the door, she called to him. "Jon," she said.That's how he should go on, but she never called him by his first name.So he turned and found her staring at his face, as if for the first time in his life.

"What?" he asked.

"You should be the one lying here today." She told him.Then she turned to Bran, weeping and twitching violently all over her body.Jon had never seen her shed a tear before.

The way back to the square downstairs is very long.

Outside, there were noises of carriages and horses everywhere, and it was a mess.With a loud shout, the goods were loaded onto the wagons, the horses were harnessed and stirrups, and led into the stables.There was fine snow in the air, and everyone was anxious to finish the business at hand before hiding in the house.

Robb was at the center of the vortex, issuing orders with aplomb.These days, he seems to have matured a lot suddenly, as if Bran's accident and his mother's near collapse forced him to be strong.Gray Wind was by his side.

"Uncle Benjen is looking for you," he told Jon. "He was going to start an hour ago."

"I know," Jon replied, "I'll be right there." He looked around him at the hustle and bustle. "I didn't expect parting to be so difficult."

"Isn't it," said Robb.The snowflakes on his hair were gradually melting due to body temperature. "Have you seen him?"

Jon nodded, not daring to speak, not knowing what he would say.

"He won't die," said Robb. "I know he won't."

"You Starks are hard on life indeed," Jon agreed.His voice was weak, and what happened just now had drained every ounce of his strength.

Robb immediately sensed that something was wrong. "My mother she..."

"She...was kind to me," Jon told him.

Robb breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good," he grinned, "next time we meet, you'll be dressed in black."

Jon squeezed out a smile: "Black suits me well. In your opinion, how long will it be before we meet again?"

"Not for long," Robb promised.He pulled Jon closer and hugged him tightly. "Snow, take care."

(End of this chapter)