Bran prepares himself to go to sleep

The Northener lord lit some of the candles in his bedchambers. He felt a smile making its way onto his face. That had been by far one of the most entertaining nights of his life. It had everything a man like him could've wished for. Drink, food, song... and a young fair maiden sucking on his cock.

Bran undressed himself out of his thick tunic and boots, leaving nothing but his trousers on. As he felt the matress beneath him though, he also began to feel conscious over its loneliness, as if there lacked someone else to sleep with him that night.

The Stark started to contemplate the little arrangement he had found himself in with his sibling.

Shagging one of his older sisters had always been a wild fantasy to him, but who could've actually imagined however that he and his other sister would end up as lovers though?

Yet despite its unlikelihood and sinful connotation, Bran couldn't really see it as being anything else other than natural. What was there to feel strange about it? They were just a man and a woman who both loved each other. The fact that they both came out of the same womb only made his dick grow harder when they were having sex instead of bothering him.

If the gods decided to condemn him, then he'd gladly spend eternity in each of the seven hells for Arya.

Is that what being in love felt like?

Closing his eyes, Bran only hoped that everything would end up working out for both of them before going to sleep.