Whatever he chose, Bran wanted to cash in his favor tonight. He knew all the things that could happen if he waited too long. She could forget about the favor. They could get separated in King's Landing. He could even lose his nerve and never cash it in. Okay, the last one was unlikely but still possible. Bran knew he had to get his favor now, even if he was not quite sure what he would be asking her for. His mind made up, Bran confidently walked over to Sansa's room. He passed a few guards on the way, but they barely gave him a second glance. He was a prince of Winterfell, and he was simply strolling around his family's castle.
Finally, he came to Sansa's door. This was it, no turning back. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on her door.
"Who is it?" Sansa asked in a sing-songy voice which made Bran's heart melt.
"It's Bran."
"Oh," Sansa replied, and Bran could hear her fumbling around her room. "Sorry, I was not expecting you this late." After a few more moments which felt far too long, Sansa swung open the door. "What can I do for my knight in shining armor?" Bran almost fainted at the sight. Sansa was wearing a sheer white nightgown, leaving little to the imagination. Bran could clearly see her smallclothes through the thin robe, and the rest of her flawless body. Her pale skin and beautiful curves were enough to cause a stir in Bran's pants, even though he'd seen this and more earlier today. It seems that Sansa's body just never gets old.
"Oh, hey Sansa, sorry if it's late," Bran mumbled, embarrassed by his growing hard-on.
"Oh, anything for my hero," Sansa smiled, motioning for Bran to come inside. Bran did so eagerly, walking in and taking a seat on her bead.
"Alright, brother," She sighed blissfully, closing the door. "What can I do for you?"
"I was kind of hoping I could cash in that favor now?" Bran asked, trying his best not to stare at his sister's partially exposed chest.
"Oh, okay yeah sure," Sansa replied, a bit surprised. "I'm not really sure what I can do for you right now but, I guess so."
"And you said anything right?" Bran asked, making sure she was not messing with him as his sisters usually did.
"Yep, anything!" Sansa smiled, though Bran could see his sister was a bit confused and nervous. "So, what is it?"
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