The Last Feast in Winterfell

Catelyn Stark made sure that her families last night in Winterfell was special. It was a private meal, just the Starks, Jeyne Poole, and Septa Mordane. Benjen, Ned Stark's brother, was also there, a man Bran hadn't seen in many years. Sadly, despite his father's many pleas, Catelyn had forbidden Jon Snow from joining them. Jon had always been nice to Bran, and he pitied his bastard brother.

Everyone's favorite dish was served, from Robb's charred venison to Sansa's Lemon cakes to Rickon's walnuts. Bran even got his favorite, spiced ham with thick gravy.

Nobody seemed to know about Bran's near-**** experience in the tower, much to his relief. While part of him wanted Jaime punished, he also wanted his little escapade with the Queen to be buried forever.

Bran also couldn't stop stealing glances at Arya, who seemed unaffected by this morning. That is until their eyes met. Arya, always the mischievous sibling, grabbed a sausage of her plate and began to eat if very... suggestively. Bran couldn't help but look away, blushing. Arya's wild side was such a massive turn on for him, and naughty scenarios began to play out in his head. Arya in the stables, Arya in the armory, Arya bent over the dinner table... He was so distracted that he stopped eating, his father taking notice.

"Bran, you've barely touched your food. What's the matter, I thought ham and gravy was your favorite?"

"Oh, sorry Dad," Bran stammered, trying to find an excuse, "It's just... tomorrow we're leaving for King's Landing. I've never been to the South before. Will I ever see home again? What if I don't fit in down there? What if I never become a knight?" While Bran was lying about why he wasn't eating, this really did bother him. He was entering a whole new world, and it frightened him.

"Bran, you are named after one of the bravest men I've ever known," Ned said, leaning closer to his son. "I'm not going to lie. A lot is going to change, and I'm not sure what lies ahead. But what I do know is that we are Starks, and Starks look out for each other. The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. I swear to guard my children with my life, but I may not always be there. I need you to watch over your sisters, Bran. I need you to be brave. Can you do that?"

Bran nodded, inspired by his father's words. Banishing the thoughts of sex from his brain, he enjoyed the company of his brothers and sisters. He would do his best to make his father proud.

Dinner finished and the sun well below the horizon, Ned Stark sends everyone to bed. Walking to his room, Bran wonders how he wants to spend his last night in Winterfell, Arya's suggestion still on his mind.