Black wasn’t your ideal home. It was dull, murky, and quite gloomy. The shitty
smell of the men who refused to bath wasn’t pleasant either. Everything was
dark here at Castle Black except the white snow. It hadn’t been long since Jon
Snow had been brought back to life by that witch woman that only wore red.
was a good friend.
for him like he was your younger brother.
didn’t like how you coddled Jon or how you acted either. You knew it was just
your crazy father being protective. You weren’t stupid enough to fall for Jon
Snow because the last woman who did…ended up dead.
early in the morning and it was another dull and dark day. The clouds were a dark
shade of gray signaling that perhaps a storm was coming soon. You were with
your father and the both of you were training.
good with a sword…your father had put one in your hands at the age of six and
trained you after your mother died giving birth to your younger sister. Your
father had always told you that your job was to protect your younger sister
because she looked exactly like your
from both father and mother—though most like to joke that you were lucky to
gain more favors from your mother. It would always make your father mad because
he’d like to think that you looked like him.
wasn’t favorable because your father was crazy looking.
chuckled to yourself as you dodged the attack from your father. He had the
advantage of strength but you had the advantages of being small and quick on
your feet. You had also taken to taking lessons with the Onion Knight—Ser Davos
Seaworth and in return you taught him how to read.
reason why a wildling like you could read was because your mother had the
unusual habit of reading and she was the one who taught you and then when she
died, you taught yourself through the books she left.
passed this skill along to your sister.
hadn’t been very happy with his daughters reading
and it was mostly due to others taunting and teasing the family. In
Wildling culture, reading wasn’t a very useful
asset but he continued to bring you back worn out books because it made you
and your sister happy.
It was the
only connection to your mother and you’d be damned to let him take that away.
been scheming with that knight.” Your father grumbled angrily as you
continuously blocked his attacks before disarming him.
was great with a sword but he was rather brash and often attacked without much
thought into his moves. You were obviously different. You never fought like
most wildlings…wild and without grace. You thought they fought like clumsy and
at your father as he plucks his sword from the ground rather aggressively, “You
should be proud that I beat you,” You say as you see Jon emerge from his room,
“That means I can defend myself whenever a man wishes to steal me.”
mention of a future marriage he scowls, “You better fight like hell, Y/N! You
are too young to be married.” He clearly isn’t pleased by the turn of events.
Your father would rather talk about your red flowering then marriage.
again as there was a sudden commotion at the main gates. You watch with
interest as the gates are hauled open—the massive doors groaning quite loudly.
It was then that you see three riders—two women and a man. The very strong
looking woman with a grim face leads the others. The younger girl had fiery red
hair and looked dirtied and sad. The young man had dark brown hair and lighter,
kind brown eyes.
silent as they rode into the courtyard and as they dismounted you caught the
eye of the younger girl. She holds herself up tall and proud as her eyes take
in her new surroundings. You smile slightly because she doesn’t look impressed
by Castle Black.
admiring the young girl because she is really pretty but there is certain
sadness that you feel coming from her. It was then that Jon is walking up to her
with a dazed and slightly shocked look on his face. The red-headed girl is
watching him with a strange gleam in her eyes. It was as if she was looking at
her and stares.
like she is ready to cry before she throws her arms around him and Jon hugs her
tightly. You are unsure who she is but you couldn’t help but to smile. When
they break apart, they speak to one another with happiness. You are about to go
to your room that Jon has kindly given you and your younger sister but then Jon
is calling your name.
over your shoulder and see that he is looking at you.
you accompany my sister to my quarters?” It was such a strange request and as
you stare a Jon with surprise it is your father who speaks.
is no slave, Snow.” He growls standing beside you.
your eyes at his behavior. You look at the girl and notice the bruises on her
face and how sad her eyes look. She was way too pretty to be so sad…it reminded
you of your younger sister whenever she was sad.
It was then
that it clicked that this must’ve been Sansa—Jon’s half sister that had been
married off to the lord who liked to skin people.
told you about her and the man she was married too.
surprised you hadn’t recognized her earlier. You stride up to the pair and
smile at her in an attempt to look friendly. “Sansa, this is Y/N.” Jon
introduced quietly as she stares at you hesitantly, “She’s a good friend and
you can trust her.”
You smile a
bit more, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Sansa,” You say taking note of all
the men staring at her, “Let’s get you to Jon’s room to get you cleaned up,
hmm? Get all of this muck off of you and get you warmed up.” You say warmly as
you offer your arm to her.
at Jon who replies easily, “We’ll talk over some warm food.” He reassures.
softly and takes your waiting arm. The walk to Jon’s chambers is rather quiet
and you can only assume it is because of the men staring. You glare at them and
snap as you escort her up the stairs, “Stop staring and do something useful!”
Many of the men had made the mistake of trying to flirt or touch you and you
had shown them just how deadly you were.
quick to avoid their eyes and you could’ve sworn you heard your father
laughing. Sansa looks at you surprised by how savage you look and you look back
at her sheepishly, “Sorry, if I startled you.”
the red-head giggles, “The look on their faces…” She muses.
“My father taught me that in order for men to listen to you they have to fear
you.” You say then shrug, “He’s partly correct.”
Jon’s chambers and are surprised to see Ghost lounging here like a lazy mutt.
He perks up at the sight of you and then rushes to Sansa’s side whining in
greeting. Sansa looks down at the direwolf with a sincere smile as she crouches
down to stroke his white direwolf. Her eyes are hazy and distant—as if
remembering another time then the one she was in.
her a moment and move to re-kindle the dying fire.
you.” Sansa suddenly speaks.
over your shoulder to look at her, “For what?” All you did was walk her to
away from your eyes almost shyly, “I’m honestly not sure but I felt like I had
to thank you.” She is blushing now and it’s so adorable that you laugh quietly.
welcome then,” You say smoothly as you grab a clean rag from Jon’s cupboards
and move to the basin in the corner, “Sit down so I can clean off the muck on
your face.” You instruct her.
down on Jon’s bed and you wring out the rage of all of its water before moving
to stand in front of her. “May I?” You ask gesturing to the rag and then her
slowly and you begin to clean her face from the dirt and grime of traveling.
You begin to hum softly and you are aware that she is watching you very
closely—analyzing you. “Why are you doing this? Jon only asked for you to walk
me to his chambers.” She asked a bit sharply.
You try not
to smile, “Jon is like a younger brother to me, Sansa. He has always watched my
back despite that I am a wildling. I owe him a lot…he saved my father’s life
and my younger sister’s but I’m not doing this to repay a life debt,”
suspicious now but you ignore her look, “You remind me of my younger sister and
I can see that they are things that you have gone through that no young woman
should. I don’t know what you’ve been through exactly but I can guess. It looks
to me like you need a friend.”
“I don’t need
a friend,” She snaps at you suddenly pushing you away slightly and you’re
surprised by her sudden show of strength, “What I need is my home and my family
and for that bastard Ramsay to be killed by my hand! Can you give me that?” She practically snarls looking
like a fierce wolf.
shocked but surprised—if not amused but you dare not show it. She glared at you
and it is then that you see the angry tears bubbling up in her eyes that she is
trying to fight off. You did the same thing you did whenever your sister was
angry or your father—you hugged Sansa.
to push you away for a few seconds but you hug her. It wasn’t long before her
face is buried into the crook of your shoulder and she is crying out her woes.
You simply coddle her and murmur that everything would be alright now. You tell
her that she has Jon back and he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
her that you would watch out for her.
That is how
Jon finds you both. Sansa wasn’t sure why she had let some wildling woman hold
her like this and she wasn’t sure why she actually trusted this woman…but
despite her better judgment, she let herself accept the comfort because she
really needed it.