In her and her sister's chambers

Carrying a simple candle, Arya arrived to her bedchambers and was surprised to find her sister already sleeping there. Yet she supposed she had indeed left the feast quite late.

She had felt surprisingly light after cumming whilst sucking her brother. The feast went on and, with all that energy released, she was able to appreciate the songs and dancing better. Though she had unawarely tried not to drink or eat much in order to not lose his taste. The young lady ran her tongue inside her mouth. Very faintly, between the wine and boar, she could still feel the taste of his seed there.

She covered a giggle.

Dizzy due to her slightly drunken state, Arya was careful when placing the candle on top of the drawer. Undressing herself of her party dress and getting into her customary nightgown, the Stark finally climbed over her bed.

All in all, it had been a great feast. The biggest one she'd been in her entire life. Ironically however, the best part of her night had ocurred when she hadn't been attending it.

A small worry that someone might had noticed their absence didn't leave her thoughts though.

If they were to find out what she and her brother had been doing lately...

Arya preferred not to think of the consequences.

The sound of quiet shuffling from her sister's bed reached her ears. The young Stark ignored it and decided to get some sleep.

The brown-haired lady soon drifted into a pleasant dream where Bran and her were finally together.

A smile made its way onto her smile lips as she unconsciously placed a hand over her womb.