BRAN
Damn, but the man had a s**t ton of guards, Bran thought as he wiped the blood from his sword on the dead man's shirt, before continuing down the hall.
The house was huge with several wings. He'd gone through some, checking the rooms in search of Maria, but he hadn't found her in anyone. Instead, he'd found a group of guards more than ready to chop his head off.
Too bad they were the ones that had gotten their heads chopped.
He was lucky, though, that the men hadn't raised alarm. Well, to be fair, he hadn't given them the chance to. He'd descended upon them before they could even raise their swords and the frozen looks of shock on their faces could account for that.
He reached another door in the hallway and pushed it open, frowning when he still didn't see Maria. Whe
