The old Broken Tower

She found him staring at the old ruin.

"I never managed to climb the whole thing." Arya muttered, her brother snapping around to look at her. But once he saw her, Bran turned around, avoiding eye contact just as quickly. Being rejected like that didn't feel really nice, especially with that awkward silence that was started to sink in.

"So I defeated Jon like you asked, now you must keep your end of the deal." The young lady heard him say. A smile formed on her face.

"Must I now?" Arya replied mockingly. "Strange, I distinctively remember you being flat on your back today."

"That was a dishonourable move! It didn't count!" She tried her best to contain a chuckle. Typical. She thought.

"Is that what Prince Rhaegar told the king when he was defeated at the Trident?" She saw her brother's expression look even more defeated.

"I-I..." Bran stuttered. The Stark decided to end his suffering, already feeling bad for messing with his head too much.

"You make it so easy to tease you, Bran." She chuckled. Arya's hand enveloped his. It was a bit callused and bigger than hers.

"But I guess I can give you some reward for being so honourable." Her voice never having sounded so provocative before. Her heart would always beat faster like that when she was about to do anything forbidden. The lass dragged her sibling inside the tower with her.

Vines had claimed the insides of the structure long ago due to it being generally abandoned. But Arya looked around to make sure. They definitely could not be caught doing something of that nature together.

She wanted him to decide his prize. So, letting go of his hand she said:

"So, what is it going to be?"