Yes, though not at all unfortunate.

Bran would sometimes look around as if to make sure nobody was watching him admire his sister. The servants had started finishing their meals and were starting to execute their tasks. On another corner, he saw Theon, Jon and Robb chatting about something. A stout man with large white whiskers, which the young lord recognized as being ser Rodrik Cassel, whispered something in his father's ear.

The second son of Lady Stark did not notice when he started dreamily looking at his sister again. Gods, she looked ravishing today. Bran had to admit that, before their affair had started, he hadn't given Arya much thought. Sure, she was always willful and had a playful personality which he enjoyed about her (most of the time). But to say that he had admired her for her looks was dishonest. His sibling did have a long face, and her womanly features were not so apparent, though he hadn't gone so far to tease her because of her looks like the rest of their household. But now that he did know what his sister kept hidden underneath her clothes, especially what was between her legs, Bran saw her as nothing less than a beautiful woman, a woman that he desired above all else (including Sansa).

The boy kept looking at his sister, nervously trying to control the hard member underneath his trousers. To his surprise, Arya turned her head and looked at him. The young lord felt sheepish for probably looking like an idiot in public, but before he could look away, his secret lover gave him a smile and indicated him to meet her on a certain corner of the hall with her head.

Bran obeyed.

He tried his hardest to be inconspicuous, giving half-hearted smiles and greeting to the servants whilst, not too eagerly, following his older sibling. When he'd finally managed to get close enough, Bran whispered in her ear.

"So... did you sleep well last night?" A seemingly innocent question if not for what existed between them.

"Oh I quite did. Though I feel as if something was left... incomplete last night." Arya answered suggestively, confirming the perverse and sinful relationship they established with one another. But what the seven thought of what he had with the Northern girl was the least of his concern.

He felt himself smile. Finding a way to give 'closure' to their... experiment was a much more pressing matter. If the gods permitted, he would've just grabbed her and bring his female sibling to his chambers, more like the wildlings did than like a knight.

But before he could give procedure to his plan, he decided to ask his sister for guidance. "What did you have in mind so we could... erm... correct this?"

"What makes you think that an honorouble and pure lady such as I would be the one to have something in mind?" He heard her reply sarcastically, almost making him chuckle.

If Arya could be characterized as a pure lady, than the Wall was sure to melt.

"Just because you've started wearing dresses does not mean you've also become a pure and honourable lady." He told her, explaining to his sister how this game worked.

"Shut up you dog." His lover answered with a smirk. Bran felt her soft and slender fingers envelop around his hand and pull him along to another forbidden adventure together.

Trying their best to be careful and not get caught, Bran could only wonder what she had in store for him that morning.