Jon planned to deal with this the way he was brought up to believe in the Nights Watch. He may have been dead not long ago, brought back by magic, but he was still Jon Snow. He was not going to let the fact that he was brought back by inhuman means, make him a different person. An evil, soulless and heartless man. He was not such a man and never would be, unless you were a Walker and King of the night. There would be no massacre here tonight. They would deal with this the way of the Nights Watch. They would find their punishment. Jon did all he could not to look at Olly. The boy who he had high hopes for. The boy who's betrayal still stings in his chest, even now. The group of men stood up fast.
"The dead have risen! Burn him!" Ser Alliser shouted. "And the traitors that stands by IT!"
Before anyone could do anything and Ser Allisers' words barely said he was on his back with Ghost on top of him. The rest were looking on like the night itself have risen within this giant wolf as his red eyes glared at them and baring its teeth sharp as any sword. They could have sworn it was still growing, merely nights ago, by the seven hells, the wolf was smaller they all believed. And then there was Jon. The voted Lord Commander who stood before them alive as they are themselves. They all threw their swords down, knowing they were no match for a God who just defeated death without the blue eyes of the night.
"Ghost to me." Jon called and Ghost got off Ser Alliser and made his way to his master.
Sir Alliser got back up on his feet and looked at Jon with hate. All they have known for centuries were fighting and protecting the South from the wildlings.
"I did what I did for the Night's Watch." He spat.
"As did I. We have a cold war comin' from the night's king. We need to stand together against our common enemy if we all want to survive the long night."
"I don't regret..."
"And neither will I"
"And is it now that will you do."
"We behead, hang or burn traitors. I will give you the choice. Although burn you will. Alive or after death is what you choose."
"Jon, Lord Commander please…." One of the traitors started.
"You murdered me!" Jon shouted. "You all betrayed the night's watch. I cannot have mercy. Come sun light, you all will have to pay for what you did."
With that Jon turned and left, while Benjen followed him. The rest of his men took the traitors to the holding cell to be dealt with in the morning.
Entering his chambers, Jon walked to the fire. He was still weak and cold from returning to the land of the living. He did not bother to close to door knowing Benjen would follow him inside. He could sense his uncle wanted to talk. They needed to talk.
"Lord Commander, are you alright." Benjen asked.
"I'm no longer Lord Commander, I do believe my watch has ended when I died."
"As did mine. If I did die like I believed. Even with our vows fulfilled, we still have a war coming."
"You are right uncle, we have many allies, but I cannot fight the war from here. Not here where I have been killed."
"We will figure it out Jon, together. I'm sorry I wasn't here, once more."
"You would only have been killed too, again. Or you could have turned into the White one."
"I don't know if I can control it. Or if it's temporary or permanent. I'm back, I'm me, I feel it. But I do turn. I'm so afraid I might betray…"
"I will not hear of it. You brought me back when you turned. You are still you. Maybe the Nights King doesn't have that much control over you as he thinks. I got the message, as sure as I know he got mine when I killed is Walker."
"How did you kill the Walker?" Benjen asked, not sure if he should ask for answers he might betray to the Nights' King. He could not trust himself.
"With my sword! Valyrian steel!"
"You need to rest Jon, you look exhausted. We will deal with everything in the morning."
"Aye, you don't look any better uncle."
Benjen left Jon to the torment of his own mind and experience of the night.
She knocked on the door, and without much of an answer she tried the door and since she found it unlocked, she opened it and entered.
"What do you want witch?"
"No need to speak reborn lord of the night."
"Don't call me that."
"As you please."
With that she dropped her dress and reveals nothing but bare skin glistering in the fire light.
"I know there is a connection between us. You felt it too." Melisandre said.
Her gifted eyes saw him change through his sudden look of shock. His breathing, the glare in his eyes. Just like she saw before, the way he looked at her outside the gates. Lust, desire, which ever you want to call it. More than a look there was. It was deep. Deeper than the lord of light. Deeper than the dark of the night.
She wanted him badly. It was not like her usual seduction ways for an agenda. This was pure desire and need deep within her she wanted to please. For the first time she was afraid of rejection even with the lust she saw in his eyes, even now when his eyes were traveling painfully slowly down her body.
Observing. Drinking, savouring every inch of her in his memories.
He knew he was screwed the moment she walked in here. The moment she spoke. She was right, he felt it the same time she felt the connection between them outside the gates. He would have found a way to get over it, ignoring it and not even looked her way, if she did not came into his chambers right now. He was a man of the nights watch, he was very good at hiding and dealing with his need to be with a woman. But, it was all over the moment she dropped her dress.