BRAN
Bran was pretty sure that a few minutes ago when he'd asked the man standing in front of him to deliver a message to Maria, he'd been speaking, so except by some form of magic, his tongue had disappeared from his mouth and he didn't have the ability to speak anymore, then he should still be able to speak.
"Well?" Bran pressed. "Are you just going to keep standing there staring at me?"
The only reason Bran wasn't flipping the hell out on the man right now, was because he was curious as to why it was him standing in front of Bran and not Maria.
He'd asked for her to come to him and he'd been expecting her. Yet, here a guard stood instead of Maria.
"I-I want nothing more than to tell you, Your Majesty. Of c-course, I would l-love to tell you." The smallish man stuttered and Bran found his ire growing by the second. "It's just that eh...her words were a tad...inappropriate—"
"Out with it!"