And it's Sunny and Warm

"Milord! Milord!" The Stark heard as he was shaken awake. His eyes slowly opened to the sight of one of the castle's servants.

"Your mother has ordered you to get ready at once and join the rest of your family for breakfast." She said.

"I'll get dressed and join them soon after." The young lord told her, dismissing the woman so she could go on with the rest of her activities.

Bran got out of his bed looking out the window. He'd never seen such a sunny morning on Winterfell, just realising how warm it was inside his room. He'd thought that it was because of the way he kissed his sister the night before, or perhaps because he'd been thinking about...

"Ughh." He groaned, remembering that he had sword training with Jon. He didn't mind the training, but getting beaten by his half-brother was as humiliating as it was painful.

He put on a white silk shirt and a brown tunic over it. Bran didn't bother to change the trousers he'd used the day before, light clothing that suited that morning weather. He wrapped the leather belt around his waist and put on his leather boots.