"Spiritual" time at the godswood

Bran let himself be guided by his sister that, apparently, simply could not stop giggling. He was more than eager to let her take him wherever she wanted. The boy would've previously mistrust any sort of games that Arya had in store for him. But now the games had changed, and the Stark was finding himself more and more unable to deny her. The auburn-haired lorldling found himself outside the castle, his female sibling holding his hand tight as her watchful eyes spotted for any sentries that might find them together suspicious. As they crossed through the courtyard, under the gaze of the library tower, Bran noticed the place his sister had in mind.

"This place again?" He asked, as the familiar sight of the godswood slowly began to surround them as they entered it.

The great sentinels and ironwoods stood tall and imposing as ever. Some parts so thick that one could easily get lost in the sacred grove or remain hidden from the rest of the world. It shouldn't come as a surprise that such a place was where Bran used to spy on a naked Sansa, or where both he and Arya had started... experimenting.

"It's quiet and empty, and we didn't really finish what we were doing there last night." His sister simply replied. Bran felt a twinge of desire between his legs as he recalled what they were indeed unable to finish.

"We sure didn't." He chuckled.

Arya suddenly stopped once they found themselves in a secluded section of the godswood. Bran felt his breathing coming a bit heavily. He admitted that he wasn't as athletic as his sister, but he was surprised to find her in a similar situation as well. His blue eyes met his sibling's grey ones. He heard her chuckle to which he replied dumbly with a chuckle of his own.

"Well," he spoke at last "I await milady's next command." Bran bowed to his sister as if courting her.

His lover replied to his gesture with a pensive and yet courtly tone he had only ever heard from his mother or Sansa. "I must be so blessed by the gods to have such a strong and honourable knight obey me. How could such a warrior best serve me?"

With dirty thoughts running through his head, the Stark began to suggest. "I did have a few-" The lordling was interrupted when he heard a pair of very familiar voices. His sister too seemed to freeze, indicating that she also was able to hear them.

He watched her turn and spy from a tall bush and into the distance. As a younger brother followed an older sister, Bran followed Arya, hovering over her. The boy's easy smile from earlier left no trace when his eyes confirned what his ears had told him.