8. Falling

                                    

                                          
"Stop it," she said, "stop it, stop it. Oh, please ..." But Cersei's voice was low and weak, and she did not push him away. She wanted him, she craved him, she had to pretend for her own sake at times that she didnt. She wasnt committing this sin like no other. Her hands buried themselves in Jaime's hair, his golden hair, and pulled his face down to her breast.
"Whats going on?" Odetta whispered. "Who is that?"
 Bran saw her face, the queen. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, moaning. Her golden hair swung from side to side as her head moved with her brothers forceful movements. What the hell was the queen doing half naked with her brother?
"The queen and her brother." Bran rasped. 
"Cersei and jaime. I know them. Tell them im stuck. Jaime will-"
"Hush." Bran begged.  He must have made a noise of terror or disgust because suddenly her eyes opened, and she was staring right at him. She screamed an ear pinching scream and Bran froze. Everything happened at once. 
Cersei pushed Jaime away wildly, shouting and pointing, he saw us, he saw us. Bran tried to pull himself up and away, he reached for the gargoyle he needed to be far away. Odettas foot was still stuck. His mother always said that one of these days he would be climbing and see something he wasnt supposed to. Today was that day. 
"Give me your hand!" Odetta reached for him. 
Bran was in too much of a hurry to get away. His hand scraped uselessly across smooth stone, and in his panic his legs slipped, and suddenly he was falling back, this was the moment he died. 
"Bran!" Odetta shouted. 
His head whipped back and he felt a rush of instant vertigo everything was spinning, a sickening lurch as the window flashed past.
Bran reached uselessly, blindly for the ledge, before he finally grabbed it. His body swung against the building, hard once he got a hold of the ledge. The impact of the wall slamming into his chest took the breath right out of him. Bran dangled, one-handed, panting. Odetta finally broke free and slipped down to the ledge. 
"He saw us," Cersei said shrilly and Bran's dizzy gaze shifted to them. "Odetta?"
"Hi. Whats going on? Help us in." Odetta instructed 
 "he did," Jaime agreed calmly. Bran's fingers started to slip. "She didnt."
Jaime ran to the window and grabbed Bran holding him still. Bran started to breathe heavy confused and scared as his eyes flickered between the twins.
"Move your butt jaime we want to get in." Odetta commanded. 
"Jaime." Cersei tipped her head to them as Odetta tried to weasel around him. 
'Are you completely mad?' Jaime questioned
' He saw us.' Cersei reminded Jaime.
'It's all right. It's all right.' Jaime assured his grip still tight on Bran's shirt.
'He saw us!' Cersei shouted as she righted herself.
'I heard you the first time.' Jaime remarked he turned to a very nervous Bran. 'Quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you, boy?'
'Ten .' Bran said nervously. 
"Just like me. Move it!" Odetta demanded. 
"Jaime." Cersei glared at odetta. Couldnt get rif of one without the other. 
'Ten.' Jaime repeated looking to Cersei. 
"Jaime."
"Her brother will murder me. Snap me in two." Jaime Corrected. 
"What are you talking about? Move out of the way. Bran is slipping." Odetta demanded. 
"They are Ten, cersei...." Jaime repeated. But Cersei's stared was harsh. 'The things I do for love.' Jaime remarked shoving Bran out the window. Odettas eyes went wide as bran was flailing and falling, falling. 
"Jaime." Cersei demanded marching forward. Odetta was distracted and cersei gave her a push. She was falling too. 
Bran went smack on the ground. The maester rushed forward. Odetta smacked down beside him landing on the maester knocking them both unconscious.