Jon frantically reached out for something to fight with. He quickly grabbed the hammer and without a second thought he swung it and hit Styr's side, bringing the thenn to his knees. Then he raised the hammer above his head and swiftly brought it down and buried it into his skull. Styr fell down and Jon leaned against the wooden pole, wiping the blood out of his face. He then walked forward to try and find his lost sword, but he quickly stopped in his tracks when he heard the sound of a bow being drawn. Jon looked up and saw Ygritte with an arrow nocked and drawn, ready to shoot. Jon's breath escaped him. She always had that impact on him. She looked as beautiful as always. He knew she was there to kill him. And she had a valid reason to. He betrayed her, broke her heart, and left her behind. It wasn't the easiest decision to make but Jon felt like it was what he had to do. But even so he thought of her everyday and he dreamt of her every night. She was poised to kill him and he knew it, still he couldn't help but smile. She was still alive, and if his death was going to come on this night he would be thankful it came from the hand of the woman he loves.

Ygritte saw his smile and he felt her heart flutter. Why? Why was he still having that effect on her? She hated him. At least she wanted to hate him. She loved him with all of her heart and he left her only with memories both sweet and bitter and a secret. She tried not to smile back at him and pulled her arrow a bit farther to strengthen her resolve to end him. But something stilled her hand. She knew she had to kill him but her heart willed her to stop not just for herself but also for someone else. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her back. She gasped and noticed that she had been shot in the back with an arrow. She looks up at Jon in horror as she started falling down to the ground. Jon bolted towards her and held on to her for dear life.

"Jon Snow…" She whispered.

"Hush… don't talk." Jon urged her.

"D' you remember that cave?"

Jon silently nodded.

"We should've stayed in that cave." She said struggling to make the words come out.

"We'll go back there!" Jon promised.

She wanted to live. She tried to will herself to live. There was someone depending on her to live. She regretted coming to the battle just to fulfill her revenge. She wanted to make him hurt just like he'd hurt her, but her heart knew her better. She could never go through with it. And if she did, it would only make the pain worse and haunt her for as long as she lived. She knew she had to fight to stay alive, but maybe dying was better. She felt like a coward thinking that submitting to death was the answer but it didn't seem to her that she had a choice. She was going to die.

"You know nothin' Jon Snow." She said with a sigh feeling death creep closer.

But Jon was not about to let that happen. He picked her up gently and raced to the castle. He was not going to allow his woman to die like that. As long as his heart was beating he was not going to watch her die in his arms. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Ygritte's breath started to lessen and her face started getting pale. He kicked open the door to Maester Aemon's chambers and saw the old man standing by his window. The old blind man looked to the door unsure of who had kicked in his door.

"Please… Maester… Save her…" Jon said breathlessly, with a broken voice.

He recognized Jon's voice and signaled him to put her down on his table. He put her down on her side and Aemon touched her and felt her skin and the arrow in her back.

"I have to move quickly… she's at death's door…" Maester Aemon said as he moved quickly through his room gathering his supplies.

Jon could hardly believe that the old man was blind. He moved as if he was seeing everything in front of him. He saw him draw the arrow from her back. The sound of the arrow leaving her flesh made him cringe. Jon decided to leave and keep on fighting down at the castle grounds, not being able to bare the sight of her like that. Hours after he'd left Ygritte with Maester Aemon passed, the raging battle calmed down. Jon went to the old maester's chambers. He dragged his feet, dreading to see her dead, to hear Aemon apologize to him saying he did the best he could. He stood in front of his door and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the worst. He opened the door and peeked in. He saw Ygritte down on the table, tucked in by furs. He quietly dashed in and whispered her name. He kneeled down and ran his hands through her hair. He looked at her finding for any sign of her living. He saw her bandaged breasts heave with every slow breath she took. She was alive. Jon felt so relieved.

"You can relax Jon Snow, the woman lives. She was near death. The only reason she lived long enough for me to save her was because her quiver didn't allow the arrow to go in further and damage any important organs. She was very lucky." The old man said as he rose from his stool near the window and walked over to the table.

"Of course she was, she's kissed by fire. Lucky." Jon whispered while lovingly stroking her beautiful red hair.

"Yes… I've given her some milk of the poppy for the pain. She's going to be asleep for a few more hours."

Jon rose up to his feet and looked to Maester Aemon and thanked him for saving her. The old Maester patted Jon on the back and assured him that she was now safe and sent him off to rest himself. Jon didn't want to rest. He wanted to stay by her side. But his body started demanding some rest after what he'd been through all night. Jon relented and went to his chambers to rest and left Ygritte in the care of Aemon. Aemon closed the door to his chambers and walked towards the table where Ygritte was resting. He touched the girl's forehead and sighed.

"What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms?... I told you Jon Snow... now what will you do?"