Chapter Tree: Burning Like the Fires of Passion
It was cold but Laurinae barely felt it. She felt like she was already frozen in a block of ice, but emotionally. She wondered if she should just lie there and die, but then before she could do suddenly people began filling her vision, their heads looking like the stars in the lucid wintry sky.
"Are you okay, Lorrie?!" Pyp squeaked in panic, looking down at her as if he was going to be about to cry. Laurinae could tell by his voice that he was very worried about her, but she didn't have time to care about his feelings right now because her depressed was slashing through her soul like a knife.
"No, I'm not okay!" she cried, tears bubbling crystallinely to her big silver eyes. She cried gracefully. "I just watched my entire village get chopped to pieces by White Walkers and they raped me and I don't fit in here! You all probably thing I'm a freak!"
But then Pyp squeaked again and the fat guy who'd been crying before shook his head with wide, wet eyes. "No, we don't!" Sam cried suddenly, blushing shyly. "It's so terrible, what happened to your family! Don't worry, Lorrie. We won't let those wildlings get you, you'll be safe here with us!"
"Yeah!" Pyp agreed with a bright smile, and Laurinae felt tears start to stream down her cheeks. These guys were so nice, nothing like how rapers had been in the stories her grandmother had told her. Both Pyp and Sam hurried to bend over and help her onto her feet. No one was paying any attention to Jon Snow, who was still chasing Grenn with his wooden sword. "And you're very pretty for a boy!"
It felt like such a long time – even more than twelve hours – that anyone had shown her any kindness and her emotions broke through her like the glorious spring sunlight glistening through the torpid snowy clouds.
"No, I'm not," she blushed and looked at the ground. These guys were just being nice to her, she wasn't even that pretty. Growing up, the other girls in the village had hated her because she was taller and skinnier than the rest of them and they'd teased her about her long, satin like hair that glimmered in the sun like silver and gold and bronze. The boys had all stared at her like she was some kind of freak and used to tell her that they wanted to bed her as a joke to tease her like they were some kind of sicko jerks.
"Alright!" Ser Alliser screamed angrily just after a tinny metal bell chimed somewhere in the castle. "Get out of my sight, you desiccated slug plebians! Gutterat, we don't have any free rooms for you to besmirch with your patheticness, so you'll be sharing a room with your new friend, Lord Snow!"
"What?!" Laurinae cried, her big beautiful silver eyes opening wide in shock. "There's no way I can share a room with that guy!"
The thought made her feel odd, like her body was hard and soft at the same time. She blushed.
Ser Alliser just smiled at her greedily, his face sagging around the edges of his smile like candle-wax melting around a pair of viscous teeth. Spinning his furry cape grandly, he stormed off into the castle and Pyp put a soft hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay, Lorrie," he said. "You can stay in my room if you don't want to stay with Jon."
"Or my room!" Sam added with a smile. Laurinae just sighed miserably, thinking how unfair it was that everybody got their own rooms but not her.
The guys kept talking to her as they pulled her into the cafeteria in the castle, where rows of tables were laid out sort of the same as they were at Hogwarts, candles burning everywhere. Pyp and Sam sat next to her as the cooks came out of the dungeons and started serving all the Knights dinner. Jon and Grenn joined them not long after and Laurinae couldn't help but steel a peak at her new roommate when he wasn't looking.
Jon's cheeks were rosy, his skin all slick and dewy and sweaty from chasing Grenn around the courtyard. She gulped and quickly ate some rabbit stew instead of looking at him. Her heart was rushing rabbitly. She and the guys talked a lot during dinner, about a lot of things and it turned out that they had a lot in common. They weren't like the guys from the village; they were much cooler and funnier and they all told her she was really funny as well when she told a joke.
But, after dinner when it was finally time to go to bed, Jon stood up at her and… glared.
And then he stormed out of the room, Laurinae blinked her silver eyes confusedly, wondering why he'd been looking her like that, like she'd just poked him in the eye with stick or something. Samm and Grenn and Pyp said goodbye to her in the hallway and went off to the dormitory where all the guys who hadn't taken their vows yet slept. Laurinae followed after Jon miserably and when she walked into their room – which was at the top a trillion stairs on the second floor – she gasped when she walked in and saw Jon half naked!
Laurinae gulped delicately as her eyes grew wide as she stared at the man's bare chest with rippling muscles and no body hair at all.
Jon turned to her and made that angry eyes at her again and then he said "Look, the only reason I'm letting you stay here is because Ser Alliser is making me. Don't think we're friends, okay, because we're not."
Laurinae's face turned red with anger at his voice. Why the hell was he being such a jerk all of a sudden? "What the hell, Jon?! You were the one who fell on top of me and kissed me, or did you forget that? Your just a pervert sicko!"
Strutting into the room, she ignored him and walked over to the bed that had been made for her in the corner of the room. It wasn't even a bed; Jon got a nice, fluffy mattress and real pillows. Her bed was just straw on the floor and her blanket was even a towel. Jon had nothing to complain about.
Lying down, she curled up and pulled her towel blanket around her as much as she could, even though her feet still stuck out and she shivered coldly. This had been the worst day of her life and she cried quietly through her braveness, promising that tomorrow she would get her revenge on jerks like Ser Alliser and the wilgdlings who had killed her family and especially Jon Snow.
