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Please, enjoy Bran being a punk ass 15 year old to his big sister. Just because she’s the future Queen of Westeros doesn’t mean she gets out of being teased by a baby brother. I’m not 100% on how exactly I like the wording, so please let me know if anything seems a little off or awkward. And thank you for reaching out! Always happy to share bits as I go, especially when new words don’t flow as easily as they used to.

<i> "There is word I have heard among the knights of the Kingsguard," Bran spoke quietly and with a lilt that Arya distinctly did not like. 

"Soldiers are prone to gossip. There is no older truth," Arya dismissed, narrowing her eyes at Bran and how his smile widened.

"Is true. Choice gossip is valued above steel to an armored man, and the most choicest words this day—”

"I do not think that is a word."

“—pertains to that which may interest you."

Arya landed a swift jab to Bran's gut, doubling him over. She whispered in his ear, "I spar with the Baratheon heir. Do not forget my strength as you grow taller and learn to fill your mouth with uselessness. I get enough of that in court."

Bran laughed through his light wheezing and used a hand on Arya's shoulder to support himself as he recovered. "Yes, yes. I had forgotten, and I thank you for the remembrance."

"</i>Brandon<i>." She would beat the pontificating out of him if necessary.

Entirely unchastened, "Fine," he acquiesced. "The guards posted at your chambers last night heard your loud bedly activities, and it's all the Kingsguard can talk about today."

Arya missed her chance to deny the gossip the moment her face filled with blood and her tongue forgot how it worked. Bran hooted at her blush, and she wished she had the capacity of function to strike him again.

To have been struck down where she stood would have been a kinder mercy than the hot embarrassment that washed over her. 

“But worry not, they speak only well of you and your dear prince husband,” Bran’s voice was pitched high from his mirth, and Arya’s fists were remembering how to punch. “They said they've never heard an honest moan come through the king's doors, but everything last night rang true and well made. So, good on Gendry."