“Free folk don’t follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic,” the King-Beyond-the-Wall had told him. “They won’t dance for coins, they don’t care how you style yourself or what that chain of office means or who your grandsire was. They follow strength. They follow the man.”
I’m the bastard who killed Qhorin Halfhand and bedded with a spearwife. The warg, I’ve heard them call me. How can I be a warg without a wolf, I ask you?“ His mouth twisted. "I don’t even dream of Ghost anymore. All my dreams are of the crypts, of the stone kings on their thrones. Sometimes I hear Robb’s voice, and my father’s, as if they were at a feast. But there’s a wall between us, and I know that no place has been set for me.”
They’d begun there relationship for the publicity. The most sought out actor in the business paired with a singer whose voice was as beautiful as her looks? Hell, every tabloid was featuring there names when they were first spotted at the airport together. But somehow there carefully planned coffee dates and walks in paparazzi infested areas brought them together and lead them to love.’
They were supposed to be portrayed as the Brangelina of Hollywood, but in light of recent events…
Chaos. That’s what King’s Landing turned to. A living representation of Chaos. Tyrion didn’t kill Joffrey, but he ran away before being executed and killed Tywin in the process.
The worse part of it is that you’ll miss Tyrion. And, well, there are rumors of you being the one to whisper in Tyrion’s ears and convince him to kill your father. But it’s a horrible lie. Of course, you don’t love Tywin and would rather see him dead, but you would never be the one to do it or to ask someone to.
The last thing Tyrion said made you lose many nights of sleep. ‘The only person who will protect you in this world when I’m not around is Jon Snow. Ride to the Wall if things get too complicated. It’s your best chance.’
Now, freezing to death, your brother’s words and Cersei’s hate is what keeps you going. Dressed like a man, you can already see the enormous Wall. It’s way much bigger than you could ever imagine.
After an eternity, you hear distant screams and try to respond to them, but your throat is so dry that you can’t find your voice. Soon enough, everything goes black.
A warm sensation welcomes you back to reality, and you open your eyes to find a weird girl beside you. You’re inside a bathtub, the hot water relaxing your tired muscles.
“You’re lucky Sam found you.” The girl says, washing your hair. “But I’m not sure how the Lord Commander will react.”
“I-I need to talk to Jon. Jon Snow. Please tell he’s here.”
“He is.” She helps you get dressed since you can’t stop shaking from the cold. You’re not used to it, and already miss the weather of King’s Landing. See, you just found a good thing about King’s Lading. The weird pale dress is too baggy and heavy, but at least it’s warm. “I’ll try to find him.”
“Thank you.” You offer her a small smile before she leaves, and sit on the bed. A very uncomfortable bed, but you’re happy to be far away from Cersei’s hands.
“I don’t believe it, Sam! You brought another woman here, are you losing your mind?”
“Sorry, Jon. But-but she was out there. Dying from the cold. Did you want me to leave her?”
You hear voices outside your door, and realize that you’ve fallen asleep.
“No, but… She can’t stay. You know it.” Jon’s voice, instead of making you feel a little better, just make it worse. If he won’t protect you, then… What will you do now?
“Don’t even try.” He opens the door suddenly, making you get up abruptly. Words get stuck in your mouth. Yes, you still love him. You thought that this feeling was just a distant memory, but no. It’s real, and it’s making your heart beat faster.
“(Y/N)…?” Jon stares at you, his eyes locked on yours. The question turns to a beautiful smile. How you missed his smile, so different, so true and kind.
“Jon, I… I had nowhere to go. And… I thought… ”
“What are you doing this far North? What are you doing here?”
Almost crying you explain him everything. You tell him about Joffrey and Tyrion, and the trial and Tywin’s death, and about how your sister, the Queen, is trying to blame you for helping Tyrion. Also about your journey North, when you almost died and almost killed a man.
When you’re done, Jon is sitting on the bed with you, while Sam stands beside the door.
“See. She has nowhere to go.” With a small smile, the chubby man points at you. It’s clear that he and Jon are good friends.
“No, Sam, you don’t have to tell me that.” He caresses you cheek, making you melt a little under his touch.
“Oh. You love her!” Sam jumps, the small smile turning to a big one, the happiness reaching his cute little eyes. “She’s the girl you told me about! The Lannister in Winterfell, right?”
“You told him about me?” You ask, a laugh escaping your lips.
“Yes. And when he starts, is hard to make him shut up.”
“That’s enough, Sam.” Jon’s face turns red for a few seconds. “I like your hair.”
“Oh, yes. Thanks.” Your hair is pitch black now, an attempt to hide your Lannister blood. “I can stay, then.”
“Of course. I’ll never let you go. Not again.” Slowly, he leans closer to you, until his lips are touching yours. You hear Sam closing the door shut.
“I’m happy to see you again. I thought I’d never…”
“We did meet again, after all.”
The feeling of his soft lips makes you melt in his arms. Soon enough, you’re taking the baggy dress off, the kiss becoming more passionate as the black clothes fall to the ground.
Being a woman at Castle Black is hard. Jon does everything he can to protect you. You’re never alone. Well, most of the time you’re with Gilly, but there’s always some of his friends with you, just in case anyone tries anything. There’s Ghost too. Apparently, he remembers you, the cute little wolf you met back at Winterfell. Now his huge, and always ready to protect you just like Jon would do.
Lucky for you, Jon became Lord Commander. Sam was the one to tell you, and the two of you hugged and jumped and sang together. You’re proud of Jon. You remembered him of the night you spent together when he told you he could be nothing but a bastard. Now he knows he was wrong.
“It doesn’t mean things will get better.” Jon caresses your hair as you lay your head on his bare chest. Castle Black is never so cold when you’re together.
“I know. Let’s be happy about it just for today.” Lifting your body, you kiss him softly. “I had a great idea to celebrate.” You smile, moving until you’re on top of him.
“Oh, are you tired, Lord Commander?”
“Is that a challenge?” He holds on your hips, sending shivers down your spine.
Imagine being best friends with Jon Snow and fighting side by side with him and other men of Night Watch against Wights or White Walkers (doesn’t matter). You win and improve yourself, because you came to help Night Watch but everyone except Jon treated you badly because you are girl and they didn’t accept you as a fighter. However you are better than some of them.
“Is it over?” Your muscles were tensed and you kept on circling around to be sure that there were no white walkers anymore. Your heart was beating in your chest and you were out of breath, but you were still standing.
“For now.” Jon turned around a few times too and then he put his sword away while he sat down in the snow. Blood covered his skin and he was sweating all over his body. His long hair, tied into a bun, was glued to his forehead and he let out a sigh. “You did well today.” He turned his face towards you and a smile spread across his face. “Maybe I should look into changing the rule that no women are allowed to join the night’s watch.”
You shook your head and let out a relieved laugh while you sat down next to your best friend. Even though you had always known that you were good with a sword, you had to admit that this fight had been harder and more horrible than you had always thought it would be. “Your men will end up distracted.”
Jon bent his head slightly. “I’m actually more afraid their ego’s will end up bruised.” He looked up at you again and he raised his eyebrows a little. “You’ve fought a lot better than some of my men today.”
“Do you think they’ll threat me better now they’ve seen me fighting against the white walkers?” You frowned your eyebrows a little and thought about everything that had happened during the last few months.
Some men had spit in your food, saying that you were a worthless girl and didn’t deserve anything they worked so hard for. Others had tried to put their hands on your breasts and behind, because if a woman showed up at the night’s watch she had to be a whore. Most men had refused to do any cleaning, because now there was a woman, why would they still do it?
“I hope so.” Jon answered, but the smile on his face disappeared. “I don’t want to have to send you away. I could use a good fighter here.” He sighed and he stared at the horizon as if he was still not entirely sure if the White Walkers were really gone for a while.
“Would you send me away if your men can’t behave around me?” You licked your lips and you laid down in the crispy snow.
“Yes.” Jon answered and he laid down next to you. “Because you would have to stand up for yourself if I don’t and that means that either my men are ending up dead or you end up dead.” He shook his head. “I can’t lose anyone. This fight with the white walkers isn’t over yet. We need all fighters we can get.”
For a moment there was nothing but silence. Dead bodies were surrounding you and Jon and the other men of the night’s watch were sitting and laying down in small groups, just like you and Jon.
“Jon…” You whispered and you pushed yourself up again. “We should burn the corpses before…” You didn’t finish your sentence and Jon pushed himself up too.
He knew you were right. He didn’t feel much for adding even more soldiers to an almost unbeatable army. After a long minute he stood up and raised his voice. “Collect all corpses and bring them to this exact spot.” He ignored the sighing and complaining of his men and turned his face towards you. “We’re gonna find wood to get the fire started.”
You nodded and you straightened your back and lifted your chin while you walked next to Jon over the battle field. You felt everyone staring at you, but surprisingly they were not undressing you with their eyes anymore. A smile spread across your face and you relaxed a little. “I’m glad I could fight with you today, Jon.”