"Lord Snow, whats behind the mountains?" the child asked. Lord Snow shook his head and thought for a minute. He knew the answer, but wondered if it best if the child didn't know. For the child was so curious not even the answers of a king could satisfy her. "People," he said. "Why do people want to live, way out there?" she asked. "I don't know maybe they don't want to live with people like us. "He replied. The child was of royal descent. One that the Lannisters forced out of their homelands. Which one was the question. Or could it be that she was one of their bastards, forced out of her mothers home because of the war? After all, she did kinda have jamies attitude and the midgets sense of humor. Who was to know, maybe shed never know herself, he assured. He wouldn't turn her away regardless. For she needed his help. "have you ever been back there, Lord Snow?" she asked. "I hear people say that the midget went once." She implied. "his name is Tyrion." He corrected. "hes a person, too, if your about to ask me that." He stated. "you've actually met him!" she yelled with cheer. "you're a interesting person, lord snow!" She cheers. "Yeah, well where your family is?" he asked. "I don't know," she said. "It doesn't matter, does it?" she asked, avoiding the subject. "Well, do you at least have a name?" he asked. She looked down for a minute. "Yeah," she said, picking her head up. "Lena," she said looking him in the eye. "How old are you Lena?" he asked. "14, sir." She answered. "Well, Lena considering that I and whats left of the nights guard is the only thing out here in these woods, your gonna have stay with us if you want to stay alive." He explained. "Yes sir, "she said nervously. "I mean sir I will," she corrected "best to go find something to eat before it gets dark," he said, walking away. "Oh yeah," he said turning to her. "And you don't have to call me sir or lord, please call me Jon." He said