Cave of Vows
The waters of the cave twinkled with a familiar chill as Jon stared into its depths. Every day since Ygritte died in his arms, he had longed for her jests and warm smile. As he peered into the walls of the cavern, he recalled their first night together; when he broke his vow of chastity. What a night it had been; adventurous and wild, but heartwarming and memorable. What he would give to be standing beside her at this very moment. Jon examined the stones beneath his feet and tears filled his eyes. Images flashed before him of Ygritte swimming in the silver stream and him lying on the rocks, both laughing with a long forgotten joy. The King of the North, once his brother's title, had passed to him and yet there was a piece of his heart missing. He belonged beyond the wall in the rolling hills of ice and snow; in the arms of his first love. As he turned to leave the cavernous abode, he could only utter with a thin voice, "You were right when you said I know nothing, and you were right about everything, but I can promise this; my heart belongs to you, there will be no one else, not now not ever, and this vow I will keep until the end of my days." Jon glanced back at the waters of the stream and let out a deep sigh. He dropped to his knees, pulled out his dagger, and scrawled a message on a rock of the cavern. 'Here lies Jon Snow, Lord of Winterfell, and his maiden, Ygritte, wildling, kissed by fire.'