Author's note: So this was a silly prologue I wrote for a story I am thinking of. I will post the first chapter soon, it's going to be a small side project I do. I have never written a Jon Sow fic, so I wanted to try.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Game of Thrones, or A song of Ice and Fire. I own Jaesa that is all.
They call her the voice of the innocent, the Lady Crow and the Sister of the Night's watch. She was a watcher of the wall. She was to never take their vow, or hold a sword but they gave her a home. They gave her a family. She was a bastard, a child with no family, no blood. Her blood was the snow that fell and the ice of the Wall. The men of the Night's Watch were her family, her friends and her enemies.
She was told often of the tale of her appearance, and many new recruits were told the tale when they questioned her. She never blamed the green boys, and the Lordlings, no woman was to be at the watch. She appeared on a ship at East Watch, appeared in the arms of a young man from the cells of Kings Landing. She was told to be a screaming babe, and a crying child when placed into the strong arms of Cotter Pyke. They whisper that the second her eyes landed on the pox ridden face of the man her wailing stopped, and then everyone held their breath. They believed he would throw her into the sea or throw her over the wall but he did neither. Cotter Pyke gave the forgotten bastard child a home, he gave her life.
For ten Namedays she spent her time with the men of East Watch, learning to fish. She learned the ways of ships, and the ways of cooking. She never took her own watch but she would sit up with the men listening to their vulgar stories. On her tenth Nameday she was sent to Castle Black, she had cried at first for leaving her only home but Cotter silenced her. When she was in Castle Black she learned to heal, and learned to read. It was a hard lesson for a child of ten but she had help from a kind ranger. She never learned to write but she didn't need to. The Maester had a boy to write for him, she was there to learn to heal, and so she did.
Whenever a ranger road back into Castle Black injured, she was there to help. Every time a builder would hurt himself, she would mend his wound. She became their caretaker, became their small light in their darkest hell. Most men revered her, looked to her as a sister. The ones who didn't, the ones who resented her presence at the wall, were little to her. She would heal them, care for them, but she would never go out of her way for them. They were usually the ones she would find her striking against, the ones she would defend the green boys to.
She never left the wall, save once. A ranger, the one who taught her to read, thought he would bring her south in an attempt to give her a true home. She lasted a fortnight, she found no home in the south. The Wall, the men of the watch, they were home. She had no other home. But as she grew, as she passed her fifteenth Nameday she knew her days were numbered. When she was a child the men would not bother her, but as she grew into a woman their looks became something of concern. Lord Commander Mormont would grow worried for her, worried his men would make a move but even still she would never leave.
Jaesa Snow would never leave the Wall, she would die at the wall like any other. She may have not taken a vow, but it was her home, and she would not leave the defense of it to bitter old men.
