Join his house on the main hall

He was making his way through the corridors of the castle. The guards and servants greeted him. He was alarmed when he felt someone jump on him. He turned around ready to strike whoever it was but had given up when he saw who it was.

"Morning brother! Hope you're not too tired for getting your ass beaten by Jon today!" Rickon teased. Bran sighed in frustration, his brother never outgrowing his antics just like... Arya.

"You figure that you'll last longer than Hodor trying to figure how to tie his shoes?" He continued his teasing. The older brother snickered in response.

"Longer than you." Rickon was definetly the most flamboyant of the Starks, that was for sure. It was not a great achievement for Bran to beat him in swordfighting. However, it did bother him that his younger sibling had a better aim than him with the bow.

They both finally manage to get in the main hall. Both the royal family and his own were sitting at the dining table. As it was custom, the boys sat to the right of his father and the girl and his mother to the left. Although there was an exception due to the king's presence, who occupied the role of his father being in the center of the table in this occasion.

Bran's mind went to Arya and he started searching for her. He saw Sansa arguing something with his mother. The princess Myrcella sat on the table and had started... picking her food? Eventually his eyes landed on his sister. She somehow looked prettier than the day before. He barely recognized her, Arya wearing a dress like that one?

Her eyes met his, but she stopped looking at him and started having her meal. Bran felt some lump going down his stomach. Had he done something to make her upset? He had been risky and filled her womb with his seed indeed. Mayhaps he should apologize. After all, he wanted to see her naked body again in the future...