Away from the crowd

Bran felt like a stupid joke. He had that victory within his grasp, but he had to search for Arya didn't he? How many times had his cock gotten him into trouble by now?

Frustrated, he left for the armoury. What would his sister think of him now? He did put Jon on the ground. It was a dishonourable move that had defeated him, so it shouldn't count, right? Aye, Arya would have to keep her end of the deal. Right?

He heard Rickon's laughter behind him.

"By the gods, you should've seen your face!" The flamboyant boy laughed even harder while getting out of his sparring attire.

"Don't even start." The Stark said to his younger sibling.

"How much does it bother you when Jon keeps making a fool out of you?" Rickon kept going on dismissively. Bran only grunted in response. Normally he wouldn't take his defeats personally, but looking like an idiot in front of her made him... he didn't know what it made him.

"In all seriousness though." The word 'serious' coming from Rickon had never been reason to take him seriously. "How did you manage to do that ?"

"Do what?" Bran asked.

"What do you mean 'what'? You knocked Jon on his arse! How did you do that?" The Stark honestly didn't know. Maybe he'd always been strong like that, he was sure that Arya had something to do with it though.

"Luck, I guess." He decided to answer.

"Figure you could lend me some? There's this farmer girl I've been fancying and..." Bran didn't hear the rest of it, already having left his brother. He needed to clear his head, and so he would go to the place where he'd always feel calm.