"He refused my order, I had to kill him." Jon spoke with a murmer. The flame of the candle upon his table straining for life in the northern breeze.

"It is the same in my land, it was right." Irenya stepped beside him placing her hand gently upon his shoulder. His thick curls tracing upon her finger. His hand softly placing itself on hers briefly before they both snapped away, the door opening briskly and Olly entered, springing upon his step.

"Lord Commander, is there anything that you need?" he beamed as Jon rose from his seat.

"No, that'll be all, Olly." giving a simple nod as he walked through the doorway. His soft foot steps bearly heard and Irenya following, worry guiding her. Stepping out the wind gripping her face she stepped out upon the rail and her scan befell upon Jon amongst the men, instructing sword play and felt a smile creep upon her, lingering there before feeling a presence before her, lifting up and looking about, she snapped to the red woman, watching her intently. A frown, furrowed on Irenya as she averted her gaze to anywhere but the red woman. Irenya tensed at a tapping upon her arm but turned calmly no less.

"Hello, I'm Shireen." A little girl with light hair curtsied before her, Irenya noticing her face, under bright, innocent russet eyes held scales, like the child was born of beast but still a child and innocent all the same. "I'm a princess, my father is king Stannis." Irenya's eyes widened mildly with realisation and persisted with a laughable attempt at curtsying. She had remembered how it seemed to be the thing to do.

"Your...Grace?" Sounding more of a question than a title.

"That's not how you curtsy." The girl mused as Irenya stood.

"I'm sorry, Prin..cess. I have never curt...sied before."

"Here, I'll show you. Stand straight, cross you legs like this and bow." Following Shireen's instructing Irenya unsurely bowed. "Better." Irenya smiled watching the girl giggle as she stood once more. "It's very cold here. Do you like it?"

"It does not really matter, if I do my duty right. Do you like it?"

"It's nice to visit, I wouldn't want to live here." A light chuckle left Irenya's lips as Shireen skipped away and seated herself upon the steps, watching the men following her gaze and meeting Jon's soft smile. An overwhelming came to her and she looked towards the ground for a brief moment, her smile quickly fading as she looked back. The red woman staring intensely towards him.

"Lord Ashford, Lady colefield, Lord Smallwood." Sam announced the name upon papers and Jon signed with concentration as Irenya listened in.

"I've haven't even heard of these people."

"And they haven't heard of you either. But we need men and they have some."

"How many men does this, Lord Mayson, have to send us?" Jon dipped his quill within the pot of ink upon the table.

"A lot more than Lord wibberly." Irenya smirked as Sam mused at the names. Frowning as he hesitantly looked upon the paper before him and placed it down, anger tinting upon Jon.

"Not him."

"I know, I'm sorry but we need men and supplies and Roose Bolton is the Warden of the north." Sam edged nervously as Irenya blinked rapidly in thought.

"He murdered my brother."

"We swore to be the watchers on the wall. We can't watch the wall with 50 men." Irenya nodded distantly as she began to remember her journey to the north, towards Castle Black. Looking about in wonder at the large stone fort beside the river she followed. Stopping an old man bundling wood, staring in amazement at it.

"Ser, what is that there?"

"That there be Riverrun. Home of the Tully's. Family, Duty, Honour be their sayin'."

"How do I go north?"

"Well you're going the wrong way about it, that's for sure. Follow this river and you'll come to a road. The kings road. Stick to the road and you'll be right heading north. Where'ya comin' from anyway."

"Family, duty, honour." She whispered while staring at the fort. "King's landing." Her memory faded away as she returned to the Commander's chamber she stood in.

"Sam is right, Jon. We are of the night's watch. This where we belong and we need to protect it." She slowly nodded as he released a short huff of air, sitting back after signing and Irenya giving a reassuring smile towards Sam. Tensing as the door softly creaked and the red woman entering.

"Apologies, my lady." Giving a courteous nod before leaving. Irenya glancing warily to Jon who simply nodded silently and standing stone faced and on guard by the door outside, anger boiling as she kept her eyes forward, listening as the door creaked closed. The red woman's voice speaking smoothly almost soothingly.

"Lord Commander."

"How can I help you?"

"Come with us when we ride south. None of us know the castle as well as you do. It's hidden tunnels, it's weaknesses. It's people." Irenya's hand balled into as her voice grew slightly fainter, going further into the room. "Winterfell was your home once. Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?"

"Castle Black is my home now. The night's watch take no part in the wars of the seven kingdom's."

"There is only one war. Life against death. Come, let me show you what your fighting for."

"You're gonna' show me some vision in the fire. Forgive me, my lady, I don't trust in visions."

"No vision's, no magic. Just life." Irenya's head turned towards the door as the room grew quieter. "Do you feel my heart beating?" Her voice was just a murmur now, so softly spoken. Irenya bit her lip gently in an attempt to fight back the anger and ever so slight hint of water lining her eyes. "There's power in you. You resist it and that's your mistake. Embrace it. The lord of light made us male and female, two parts of a greater whole. In our joining there is power. Power to make life, Power to make light. Power to cast shadows."

"I don't think Stannis would like that very much."

"Then we shouldn't tell him." Irenya's breathing increased as the anger began to flow through her, freezing as the room fell silent before Jon's voice spoke out once more.

"I can't, I swore a vow. I love another." His voice had an almost fearful tone.

"The dead don't need lovers." Irenya fought back the urge to clam her hand upon her mouth, biting her lip once more. "Only the living."

"I know." Jon's voice fell hesitant, false. "But I still love her." Silence fell once more shortly before Irenya stood straight as the door gently creaked open once more.

"You know nothing, Jon Snow." The red woman begun to sashay past Irenya stopping and turning back to her. Irenya scowled deeply as the red woman simply smiled before continuing on. Irenya silently stood within the doorway, watching as Jon glanced to her, lips parting to speak but no words coming out. Irenya releasing a quite sigh and walking away.