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“No,” said Robb, rubbing the bridge of his nose. God, he loved his family, but sometimes he dreamed of being an only child. “No one is murdering anyone, especially not you, Rickon. You’re nine.”
“No one would ever suspect me if I did it,” said Bran, looking up from his books.
Jon rolled his eyes. “Bran, you’re in a wheelchair.”
“Exactly. I’d be in court all, oh boo hoo, I was tragically injured at such a young age, look at me, how could you think I did it?”
“How would you do it?” said Arya, with too much interest.
“I’d bait him into stealing my wheelchair and then push him off a cliff in it.”Or - Sansa is bringing someone home for Christmas. Robb is hopelessly pining after his best friend. Ned Stark is trying his hardest to be a supportive father, and Jon is done with everyone.