Hello Everyone! I decided to do both Jon and Lilly's POV today. Tomorrow(7/6) is my birthday! There is nothing I would like more than for you to read and review my story. I apperciate all the favs and follows! Please keep up this great energy. Thank you so much for the support.

Jon POV

Jon was extremely disappointed in what he found at Castle Black. Instead of a brotherhood of noble warriors sworn to defend the realm from what lay beyond the wall, he finds a dumping ground for criminals and unsavory men. Men who had no choice but to come and fight at the wall.

There was no honor in this. Castle Black was a dark cold place. There was little joy to be found, and Jon had yet to make any friends. Jon hoped to become a ranger. He could best bring honor to his name serving the Night's Watch beyond the wall.

Most notably, Jon had quickly made an enemy in Ser Allister Thorne.

"The Honorable Master-at-Arms" Jon thought sarcastically. Thorne had been nothing but cruel to him since arriving. The vile man called him Lord Snow, trying to ensure he could never forget his base born blood.

Thorne was a large cold man, with a temperament to challenge that of a dragon. The man had no patience or kindness in his heart. It made him wonder what could turn a man so bitter. Jon found some comfort in the fact that he was not the only person Thorne tried to make squirm.

Jon had been fighting and beating these men for the past week. Yet, Thorne kept forcing him to bloody them again and again. He was trying to ensure that they all hated him no doubt. He was better than every single one of them. None of the new brothers had been able to even get close to him. Never mind hit him. Thorne's plan was working however.

No one would eat with him in the Great Hall, or volunteer for watch with him.

Jon could still feel eyes watching him. Whenever they were training or he was on watch. Jon could feel eyes on him. He had not yet caught sight of who was watching. One of the criminals trying to catch the bastard of a noble lord alone no doubt. To beat him for being raised in a castle with food in his belly.

It was considered a warm day for the men on the wall. No ice or snow to be seen on the ground. The sun shining down through the clouds, and reflected off the great wall of ice whose shadow they lived in. A perfect day for training.

"Come Lord Snow, stand here" sneered Throne. Mocking him again. His cruel eyes scanned the group of shivering men. Trying to choose Jon's next opponent.

"Pyp" Thorne says. The poor lad was so skinny, Jon could hit him the wrong way with his sword and he would snap. "Do you think Ned Stark's bastard Bleeds like the rest of us?"

The rest of the men surround them in a circle, eagerly awaiting the fight. Pyp comes running at him, swinging madly. This oaf was so bad, Jon could simply hold out his sword and the boy would do the work for him. Jon made quick work of him, knocking him quickly to the ground.

"Next!" Thorne barked. This continued for a large chunk of the day, none of Jon's new brothers were able to defeat him.

One particularly large and unsavory man came close. The man had yellowed teeth that pulled back into a smirk. Jon recalled him being tied up on the ride to the wall. He could not remember which crime he committed, but he knew it was between rape and murder. Rast. That was his name.

The man swung wildly, hitting Jon's training shield repeatedly. The sound of ringing metal rattled around his head. Jon moved to swing his sword, but before he could land his blow Rast knocked the shield from him hand. He had nothing to defend himself with. Jon tried to raise his sword, but Rast came too close too quickly. Rast balled his fist and reared back. Jon closed his eyes waiting for the pain.

But there was no sound of bone crunching. Jon heard a quiet hissing sound. He opened his eyes to find that Rast slipped on ice? The icy ground. Jon was about to question this when Thorne interrupted him.

"Well Lord Snow, it appears you're the least useless person here" Thorne turns sharply away. He was staring at the tower's window. "Go clean yourselves up! There's only so much I can stomach in one day." Jon followed his eyes, only to find the window empty.

His muscles ached from all the previous training they'd done earlier. If he was sluggish, he couldn't imagine what the others must feel like. Jon spent every day in the training yard with his brother and Greyjoy. Jon could even bet Robb with his sword. He enters the armory alone, and sheaths his training sword.

"Oi bastard!" Jon turned to see Pyp and two other men he fought earlier. One had a bloody nose. Jon remembered that one. Grenn, he thought his name was.

"Broke my nose Basard." Grenn seethes, as Rast closes the doors to the armory.

Jon is silent as he puts his equipment away, but these men are looking for a fight. An unfair one. But a fight his pride would not let him back down from.

He turns slowly, taking in Grenn's bloodied face.

"It's an improvement." Jon said with a slight raise of his eyebrows. The three of them rushed toward him. Pyp and Grenn pinning his arms to his sides. The third held a knife to his throat. They smiled down at him, satisfied they could finally beat him senseless. Or slit his throat.

But just then, the door opened. Tyrion Lannister walked in, staring at the boys holding Jon down.

"What are you looking at halfman"

"I'm looking at you," the Lord says eerily calm, "You've got an interesting face. Come to think of it, you all have interesting faces. Very distinctive faces."

"And what do care about our faces?" The man holding the knife to Jon's throat spits out.

"I just think that they would look marvelous decorating spike's in Kings Landing. Perhaps I'll write to my sister, the queen, about it" He sighs leaning against the door way. No more words needed to be spoken. The three young men looked at each other, released Jon, and hurried past the Lannister Lord.

"Everybody knew what this place was," Jon says to the Imp, his eyebrows pulled together in a scowl, "But no told me. No one but you. My Father knew, and he left me rot here at the Wall all the same"

"Grenn's father left him to. Outside of a farmhouse when he was three. Pyp was caught stealing a wheel of cheese. His little sister had not eaten in three days."

Tyrion Lannister patted him on the arm, and left him to his thoughts.

Jon decided he would take his meal in his chambers tonight. Jon had secretly hoped to find understanding with his new Sworn Brothers. He thought that they would understand him far better than anyone in Winterfell did.

Ghost was his only true companion in Winterfell, and it looked to be like Ghost would be his only companion on the wall.

Speaking of the bloody beast, Ghost had been sneaking off to some unknown part of Castle Black. He would disappear for hours at a time, sometimes even for an entire night. Ghost couldn't be his companion if he couldn't keep track of the massive hound. How something so large disappears without a trace, Jon will never know. He just hoped no one would notice his lack of control he held over the wolf.

Ghost was his one true friend. Jon made a note to follow after him the next time he scampered off.

Lilly POV

The Gods had finally answered her prayers. The very same night the men set to become the new Brothers of the Nights Watch arrived, she had wandered the Tower of the Lord Commander late at night. Such a practice was not unusual for Lilly. She felt like she thrived best when the moon was out and the winter winds blowing.

She rounded the spiraling staircase to come face to face with the massive white wolf. Standing on all fours it nearly looked her straight in the face. It's red eyes stared at her with such intelligence, she thought she was looking into the eyes of another person.

They looked at each other for a few moments, each respecting the others need for distance. Lilly gathered her courage and took a step forward. The wolf eyed her suspiciously, pulling its muzzle back to reveal sharp teeth. Very sharp teeth.

Lilly thought back to what the man with the black hair, Jon, called him.

"You're name is Ghost isn't it?" she whispered.

He seemed to recognize his name, and relaxed. The wolf still eyed her suspiciously, as if she could attack at any time. She held out her gloved hand for him to sniff.

"Oh come now, stop looking at me like that. You're easily twice my weight. An animal as magnificent as you couldn't be threatened by someone as small as me." She cooed.

The wolf seemed to puff his chest, as if filled with pride. Ghost smelled her hand, quickly nuzzling it. He knocked her down with his massive head, trying to lick her face. She began to panic. She did not want to hurt this beautiful creature with the burn of her icy touch.

"No! You mustn't, my skin-"

The great wolf paid her no heed, licking her face anyway. She closed her eyes, ready for Ghost to reel back away from her. Perhaps rip out her throat. But he did not. He continued to lick her face.

She opened her eyes and grinned at the wolf, "It doesn't hurt you." She whispered amazed. "At last a friend I can touch!" Lilly pulled off a glove to scratch behind his ear. She was overjoyed. She had not been able to feel another beings warmth in many years. Ghost may finally be the cure to the loneliness that ate away at her soul.

She laughed and pet his soft fur. "What are you doing wandering around so late? Hungry?"

Ghost stopped his licking, and starred at her. It seems she guessed that correctly.

"Well Ser Wolf, we must find a remedy to your problem. Come." Lilly continued down the stairs with the wolf not far behind. She snuck them into the kitchens and searched the various cabinets for some kind of meat.

Lilly found a chicken and placed it in front of him.

From that night on, Lilly and Ghost had become fast friends. The great wolf would spend time with her when his master was too preoccupied to notice him slip away. Ghost would sit with her in her high tower, content with Lilly scratching his ears and feeding him bits of dried meat. He would even sleep at the foot of her bed some nights.

Lilly was glad to finally have the company. She didn't have to wear gloves or worry about burning her new friend with her ice cold skin.

Today, Lilly was watching the new brother's spar with one another. She watched the boy with the ebony curls most often. Jon. He was by far the best. Perhaps the best she had seen in a long while. She had watch many brothers train from her high seat.

Lilly watched as each man was pivoted themselves against Jon. She would wince and cheer silently for Jon, as he struck down each of his opponents.

Jon landed a particularly hard blow to the face on a Lad with a particularly large nose. She could almost hear the crack from her seat in the window.

"Oof." She winced. "That one had to hurt"

She looked over at Ghost, who was laying lazily on the floor. She tossed him a piece of dried jerky she'd been munching on.

"Your Master is quiet good you know." She complimented. Lilly turned her eyes back to Jon. He was fighting a skinny little thing, with large ears now. Ghost whined at her feet.

"What?" She said looking back at him. Ghosts eyes were on the bag of dried jerky in her lap. He picked up his head, and begged silently.

She sighed and tossed the bag to him, "Take it you greedy beast."

Ghost ate happily, Lilly again turned her attention back to Jon. He was fighting a man much larger and meaner looking then him. The nasty looking man was beginning to get the upper hand.

Lilly knew she shouldn't intervene. Helping him could reveal her potion to everyone in the castle. Jon had never done anything to be kind to her or help her. Even a great fighter had to lose sometimes in order to grow.

As Lilly battled with herself, she noticed Ghost take an interest in the fight. His ears flat against his white head, long teeth bared. She supposed Jon did bring Ghost to her. She owed her wolf-friend this. All the men in the court yard were too absorbed with the fight, hoping Jon would finally lose, to notice anything up in the tower.

Lilly closed her eyes and concentrated. She breathed deeply, drawing the chill from the air. Her fingers tingled and she flicked her wrist. Freezing the ground the large man stood on, right before he could land the finishing blow to Jon's face. The big oaf slipped and fell flat on his back.

The men on the ground were looking around, confused at what happened.

Lilly smiled to herself, satisfied with her aim and growing control over the ice and snow. She was content until she saw Ser Allister staring up into her window.

He had a look on his face that said she wouldn't be getting away with this. She slunk back away from the window and into the darkened room.