Eddara stared quietly as Lady Sansa Bolton and her bastard brother entered the Great Hall of Torrhen's Square. Lady Sansa is a beautiful woman with auburn hair and blue eyes; she wore a gown with a direwolf embroidered on the chest. It was like she was trying to block out the skinned man from her body. Her cousins and herself are fully aware what the Bastard of the Dreadfort is capable of. They were in his loving care not a few months prior. Beren still has nightmares about the bastard.

Eddara rubbed the healed skin on her forearm as it ached for a second. Her eyes looked at the former Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Eddara leaned her chin on her hand staring blankly at the older man. He was shorter than she expected but Eddara learned that expectations mean nothing. His dark curly hair was pulled into a bun showing his attractive face. He wore the black leathers of the Watch.

"Skip the pleasantries, Lady Bolton." Eddara stated before the older girl could speak. "I am aware why you are here. What I'm wondering is why Lord Snow isn't dead. He is a traitor of the Night's Watch."

"My Lady-" Sansa started but Jon interrupted her.

"I admit that I did walk away from the Watch and the black brothers but what I went through is something that even my father would cower in front of." Jon stepped closer to where she sat. "Do I regret walking away? No."

"You are not telling the full truth, Lord Snow." Eddara stated. "Leave Lord Snow here. Go. We will accommodate Lady Bolton and your men. My decision to help will depend on you, Lord Snow."

Sansa and Jon looked at each other but Sansa nodded at him. Sansa allowed herself to be escorted out of the hall. Eddara gestured for the older male to take a seat The door shut behind Sansa Bolton.

"Tell me the truth." Eddara linked her fingers on the table. Jon's eyes rested on her right forearm with alarm and sadness before the man looked at her.

"I was killed by my men. A worshipper of R'hllor brought me back. She declared me for this 'Prince that was Promised' after I woke from death." Jon explained. "When a brother of the Watch has died he is free from his vows."

Eddara tapped her fingers on the table before she looked at him, "Why did they killed you?"

"I brought the Free Folk into the North and the brothers disagreed with my decision."

"Oh?" Eddara leaned on the table with her arms crossed over each other. Eddara felt interest in Jon's story.

"There is an army that we won't beat if we don't band together."

"The White Walkers?" Eddara said pulling a letter from her sleeve handing it to Jon. "I'm aware of the threat."

"Will you fight with us against them?" he asked.

"How do I know they are real?"

"It's rude to answer a question with another question," Jon furrowed his brows. "I saw them at Hardhome… it was a massacre. I still have nightmares about it. Dead children eating the bodies of the living."

Eddara heard stories from her wet nurse. The White Walkers came for the living during the era of Bran the Builder. It took a generation for the living, giants and the Children of the Forest to beat them back into the far North.

"Lord Snow," Eddara got his attention as she put her hand to him. Jon holds her elbow as she clasps his. "House Tallhart remembers even if the other Northern houses doesn't. We will fight beside you on the battlefield to take back your home. We will give the dead and those fuckers a fight that they will remember. "

"Thank you, Lady Tallhart." Jon nodded at her.