So since I'm a dumb my fiance introduced me to this awesome thing called 'Grammarly' that helps check your grammar and spelling so hopefully, I don't make as many goofs as I did in the first two chapters. But if you just caught up recently congrats you didn't notice the goofs because I fixed them xD

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Also, lemme know how you think my Tormund is because I'm worried I'm gonna mess him up.

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"This is your second chance.. your only second chance."

"Be greedy for a change, little crow, you deserve it."

"Whatever you did wrong you can make right."

"Was it right? What I did?"

Jon's eyes shot open, staring at the ceiling above him, tears still fresh rolling down his face. He couldn't sleep all night, not after all the things that happened the night before.

This was the only chance to make things right, yes, but did Jon deserve it? It was the question that currently kept him up at night. Did Jon deserve a second chance at whatever it is they thought he had? Whatever he thought he wanted. He shut his eyes tight and tried to picture her face. Even after hearing it once again from Kinvara's mouth, he still didn't dare to say it himself. He tried to picture her long silver hair and all the braids that represented her triumphs. Her violet eyes that reminded him of he was... who they were. He could remember Jorah calling her something that resonated with him now:

Blood of my blood.

Those words meant something more to Jon now then they never did before. She was blood of his blood. His family. They were the last of their kind. Didn't that mean he should fight for a second chance, no matter what that would entail?

"So you've come to a decision then?" Kinvara had a smile on her face as Jon sat before her. It was his first time joining the homestead for a meal since they had arrived, and from the look of her face, it seemed she had been expecting Jon to show up.

"Her body, Drogon took it," Jon watch as her smile held strong. "But you know where it is, don't you?"

She nodded, "The Lord of Light has shown me the way back to the Queen, yes," Kinvara placed her hands clasped together on the table, "Her body is waiting for us, in a place where it can be preserved only for now. If you return to the place where she watched her first child fall you may find her."

"The arrowhead mountain." In his mind, Jon could recall watching Viserion's body crash into the frozen lake and sink beneath it. "Are you sure?"

"Only one way to find out."

"You're leaving?" Jon faintly smiled at the sweet voice from behind him. He turned around to find Parsley, panting and bent over trying to catch her breath. "I don't understand, where are you going?"

"To find that which the red woman thinks is still out there," Tormund patted the girls back as he passed her, a sack thrown over his shoulder. Both men were dressed warm, expecting that the more north they went the less likely winter had yet to end. He threw the sack over his horse and then turned back to face Jon and Parsley. "Or to die. Could go either way."

Parsley's face went red. "That's not funny."

"We'll be back, Parsley, whether or not this trip is a waste of time is yet to be seen." Jon glanced at her sad face before turning to mount the horse.

"Is she worth it?" Parsley asked, her question making Jon turn back to face her. "The woman you're risking your life for?"

"Yes," Jon replied with missing a beat. He clicked his tongue and patted the side of his horse with his heels. Even if it would end up being a terrible mistake, this was the choice he was making.

It took them a few weeks to reach the Arrowhead Mountain. Just as they had expected winter was still holding up strong. This was the True North that Jon remembered, and something about its cold winds and snowy landscapes brought him comfort.

"I swear if that red bitch wasted our time," Tormund complained as he dismounted his horse, "I hope her Fiery God brings her back twice. Once so you can kill her and once so I can."

Jon joined him where he stood at the edge of the frozen lake. Ahead of them the Rocky formation they once held their ground on. "What if she's right.." Jons' face was pale as the rest of the snow around him. "If we find her, what then?"

"Well," Tormund lifted his pickaxe into the air, "Hopefully that red bitch likes us enough to bring us back from the dead, too "

Jon rolled his eyes and Tormunds unnecessarily snide comeback and followed him across the lake. "What if this is a mistake?"

"Snow," Tormund replied as he carefully inspected the ice beneath him. "Every stupid thing I do with or for you is probably a fucking mistake, but here the hell we are."

For hours both me carefully inspected every inch of the ice, brushing the snow out of the way to see if her body truly lied underneath the ice. By the time the sun had started to set all efforts had seemed hopeless, and Jon felt like the whole thing was a giant waste of hope.

"I'm gonna fucking kill that red bitch," Tormund yelled as he kicked the snow away. "We've been at this for hours, there ain't no fucking body up here. Just a bunch of ice and snow. And no offense I'm sick of looking at fucking miserable Snow!"

Jon wiped his face, he understood the frustration Tormund was feeling. He too wanted to kick himself for thinking that this whole thing would work. That a traitor and murderer like him even deserves a second chance. Jon dropped to his knees, throwing the ax down as he collapsed. How dare he have let himself get filled with so much hope?

That's when he saw something floating underneath the ice. It started as a shadow but the closer it got to the surface the more Jon could make out that the shadow was a body until finally as clear as day there she was. Her body was undoubtedly down there.

"Tormund!" Jon screamed for his friend as he grabbed his ax and started to hammer into the thick ice. Every clank of the stone hitting the ice heightening his anxiety. He couldn't believe it was here, looking no different than it did months prior. The two men dug for what like forever until both of their axes snapped in two. Still, the ice was only dug up halfway, and her body seemed to be floating away. "No.. no no.." At this point, Jon started pounding on the ice, over and over again till the point where he was certain that even inside the gloves his knuckles started to bleed.

"Jon, enough," Tormund tried to pull him back, but Jon shoved him back and continued. It was till Tormund tackled him down that Jon could finally stop. "Enough you stupid whore. I'm not going to let you kill yourself over this."

Jon was breathing very heavy now, his gloves now tattered and leaking blood. His face was pale from the cold but red from the emotion boiling up inside of him. "I have to save her.."

"Save her? She's already dead you dumb fuck!" Tormund growled, rubbing the side of his temple with his fingers. "We aren't breaking through that ice, there is nothing else we can-" He was cut off but a rumble in the air. At first, it only sounded like a distant thunderstorm but slowly it because clear what it was.

Jon and Tormund jumped up to their feet, their eyes scanning the sky for what both men knew was up there. The sky above them drew rapidly dark, and as Jon looked up to see what was there his heart began to race. Drogon was diving straight for him. Instead of running Jon closed his eyes, and stood ready for whatever fate her son had in-store for him. Not even a moment after he closed his eyes he could feel Tormund's body slam into him, both body's sliding far across the ice. They both opened their eyes and looked back to Drogon, who was hovering in the air where they found his mother's body. His large mouth opened wide and a blast of fire came shooting out as he melted the ice that separated them. In no time at all the icy barrier was gone and Drogon took back to the air.

The moment Jon's body hit the water it felt like the world came to a stop and time had frozen in place. He couldn't hear or feel the thing, his only focus was reaching the sinking body ahead of him before it was too late. He wasn't the best swimmer but he dived the best he could, using this newfound adrenaline to drive his need to reach her. With one final push, Jon reached out with both hands and pulled the lifeless body into his arms. He started to swim back to the surface as best as he could, but he was starting to lose consciousness. His eyes started to close on him no matter how hard he tried to stay awake, but suddenly he couldn't breathe. Jon held on to her body tight and he started to float back down.

If death comes for me now, His eyes started to close, then so be it.