Spoilers for Season 1 Episode 8.

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His father was NOT a traitor.

It was all Jon could think about, it spiraled through his mind and repeated itself again and again. Ser Mormont had read him the news, it came by raven, a bad sign in itself. He was anxious to hear what was written, so anxious that the Lord Commander had to sharply repeat the order to sit down. Jon headed it quickly the second time. When he first took in the word "traitor" it seemed like a bad dream. There was no possible way, his father was full of honor and pride, he would never betray his king, even on his death bed. Eddard's rise to Hand was a privilege that he did not desire but he knew was necessary. And needed more then ever now that Robert was gone. Jon left in a daze as soon as he was permitted.

His closest brothers were supportive, all giving him kind words, Sam's being especially kind. Of course everyone knew, word traveled fast on the Wall. They were all at the common hall for the evening meal, and as he pondered Sam's offer of accompanying him to the weirwoods to pray, he heard sudden sharp and cruel laughter.

It was Ser Allister Thorne, he hated the man. Ever since he first came to the Wall and took the oath to take the black, he loathed him. The dark violence in his eyes was sickening to Jon and when he trained those orbs on Samwell Tarly for the first time, Jon was quick to end his hunt. He knew Ser Allister was always going to hound him for that no matter how well he held a sword or how loyal he proved to be. Jon destroyed any hope of pleasing that man and moved him from brother to monster in his mind. And so it was with cold, angry eyes he regarded him now.

"Not only a bastard, but a traitor's bastard." He set the boy with a grim patronizing smile.

It was all Jon could take.

He rose slowly from the table. Pyp, Grenn, Sam, and Toad all exchanged wordless glances, agreeing that they would soon need to spring into action. Ser Allister leisurely advanced and let venom seep through his teeth as he continued to pour salt in the wound to which Jon was completely numb. He had already made up his mind, he didn't need to hear anything else. The consequences of his imagined actions were nothing to him now. He could hear a voice in the back of his head, Ser Mormont most likely, reminding him to not do anything stupid. This act of murder he wanted so badly didn't seem stupid at all. It seemed right. He grasped the blade laying forgotten on the table in front of him and was only allowed to take a few steps, consequently sweeping his dagger harmlessly past Ser Allister. Jon screamed with rage at the failed attempt and at the man still smiling in front of him. His friends had jumped to their feet and restrained him as soon as they saw the telltale gleam in his dark eyes and the white knuckled hold he had on the knife which was quickly wrenched from his hand.

Jon continued to struggle in their clutches until Ser Allister took his leave. When he was gone they all backed away quickly as he shrugged them off violently and ran a hand through his hair. Reality was starting to creep back into his consciousness and its presence was not welcome. The boys around him were giving him looks of empathy and regret when they suddenly scattered, each returning to his place at the table. Their eyes were quickly averted back to their food as if nothing had transpired. Jon was only confused for a brief moment until noticing Ser Mormont out of the corner of his eye. He sighed inwardly and clenched his teeth, dropping his gaze to the floor and awaiting his keeper.

The Lord Commander approached from across the room at a normal pace. He was intimidating in general, he didn't need any exaggerated haste to convey the point that Jon had disobeyed him. And Jon didn't need any show of emotion to know that Ser Mormont was extremely angry with him. He winced and kept his gaze to the floor, tense as a hare set before a wolf.

The Lord Commander took note of all the boys with sudden hardy appetites and then turned to address his steward. "I told you not to do anything stupid. You are confined to your sleeping cell for the rest of the evening. Go."

Jon shot a look at Ser Mormont of pure outrage. How could he put this all on him! Ser Allister was the instigator, he had pushed his poison down Jon's throat one too many times. It wasn't fair! "But-"

"Now." His tone and his look were final.

Jon growled in deep frustration and stormed off, his mind a cloud of rage, hurt, and humiliation. Ghost followed swiftly behind.