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CLAIMER: I own Nathalia and her coven.

This chapter takes place the morning after Jon and Tyrion reached the wall along with Benjen and the other recruits. I'm kind of excited writing a hungover chapter for Jon muahahaha…and just to let you all know, Jon Snow is kind of more sarcastic and confident than the one in the series or the books. So, if some of you are looking for the more serious Jon, sorry, you won't find him here.

Chapter 3: The Morning After

*Jon Snow*

Jon doesn't know how he managed to find an empty room to sleep in. Seven hells, he doesn't even know that they have already arrived at the wall. The last memory that he has is the imp offering him wine for his belly.

"Rise and shine, bastard" Someone barges inside his room and sits on the edge of his bed.

Jon doesn't need to lift his throbbing head to guess that it was the imp.

When Jon groans in response, the imp uses that as an invitation to move nearer to him. "It's your first day in the wall, Snow. Don't you want to meet your new brothers?"

Jon buries his head on the barely-soft pillow in front of him before accusing Tyrion of getting him drunk.

The imp only laughs in response and pats him roughly on the shoulder. "You barely got to one bottle and you already felt intoxicated. Live a little, bastard. When you take your oath, you might not be able to" With that, he throws something on Jon's bed and walks out of the room.

Jon Snow doesn't normally drink. Having been banned from feasts by the Lady Stark, he used those times to train. Since he was a boy, Jon knew what he wanted. He always knew that he would join the Night's Watch when he was of age and serve as the one of the protectors of the realm. Looking at it now—or rather feeling it—Jon can't help but miss the soft quilt of his bed at Winterfell.

With a groan, he stands up ungracefully and shoots an unimpressed glance at the clothes that he wore the day before. Releasing a sigh of relief when he noticed the pile of clothes Tyrion must have left him, he slowly removes his wine-stained clothing and put on the black clothes his uncle left him. It hit him suddenly. How he is now a man of the Night's Watch. How it could be years before he can see the Starks in Winterfell again.

For once, Jon isn't sure of his decision to join the Watch anymore.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*THE PLAYER OF THE GAMES~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jon isn't sure whether to laugh or to groan at the new recruits' clumsiness when holding a weapon. Sure he is also new to the Night's Watch but, ever since he could walk, Lord Stark had asked for him to be trained by using the sword. It also helped that his brother, Robb, was almost the same age as him and an equal enthusiast when it came to sword fighting. Jon prided himself to be the better swordsman between the two and the people who watched their duel at the courtyard can prove how much Jon feels more at ease with a sword in his hand. Maybe, he thought, I can share my talents with these men.

"You!" The man who introduced himself as Allister Thorne pointed his blade at him. "Yer gonna laugh? Let's see how much laughin' yer gonna do when your arse meets the ground"

Jon doesn't need to be asked twice. He roughly grabbed the sword that the recruit before him has poorly handled and swayed it in his hand to check the weight of the steel that he is holding. A smirk meets his lips and metal started clashing against metal. Jon might be a good swordsman but he has only sparred with a couple of people. Thorne, however, is an experienced fighter and he has proved that by constantly sending blows after blows towards the younger man.

Jon steps away from another blow given by the old man. He almost laughed when he realizes that Thorne is giving all his strength and is running out of it. He waits for a few more blows before giving one of his own. He watches Thorne lose his balance and used that opportunity to disarm him. The sword falls from the older man's grip and on the wet ground.

Jon points his on Thorne's neck and taunts, "Do you yield, old man?"

Around them, men of the Night's Watch laughed in amusement as they gaze at the defeated emotion cross Thorne's face. Jon did too but stopped when he saw the gazes of the men of the Night's Watch leave them and focus more on the two figures coming out of the Lord Commander's office.

"Well aren't they a sight to behold!" Someone praised as the two figures removed the hoods of their cloak to reveal the most beautiful women Jon has ever seen.

The taller one winked at her friend, giving Jon the impression that she likes the attention. She was certainly beautiful with her auburn hair in contrast of the grey hue Castle Black emits and her tall and thin figure that his sister, Sansa, would talk endlessly about.

Her friend, however, is the one that caught Jon's eye. He watches as she gave a secretive smile back to her friend and murmur in a soft voice. She is a lot smaller than her friend and her figure might be the death of him but it is her eyes that would most likely haunt him even in his dreams. Her long lashes make her dark eyes even more noticeable. Men would comment on how plain dark eyes are but that is not her case. In Jon's opinion, she was anything but plain.

"Why did you stop?" Her friend asks. It takes him a second before realizing that she was addressing both him and Thorne.

"I fear that the ladies don't want to see such violence from men" Thorne answers. No one dares to speak about his defeat by Jon.

"Is that so?" Jon raises his eyebrows at the smaller lady's powerful voice. "Is that why you let him disarm you moments before we walked out, Sir Allister?"

Allister Thorne grunts in annoyance but doesn't say anything. Jon's curiosity only grew more at the way she manages to shut his mouth with her teasing words.

"You may continue with the fight if you wish. There isn't much entertainment in the wall as we thought so" She says, holding her arms in front of her.

She catches Jon's eye. For a moment, he forgot why he chose the black instead of being free to bed women.

Jon didn't see Thorne pick up his sword and point it at him until he was sitting on the ground, groaning at the pain in his head. It is as if the wine that he has ingested the night before is taking its effect now.

Thorne is laughing at him. "It seems as if the sight of a beautiful woman is enough to beat you, Snow" Before he picked another recruit to embarrass, he spit on the ground and murmur in his gruff voice, "Told you you won't be laughing with your arse on the ground"

*Nathalia*

The men of the Night's Watch didn't harass them because they feared for their head. But that doesn't stop them from eye-raping Nathalia and Alessandra as they joined them for breakfast that morning. They have been at the wall for a couple of days and both Nathalia and Alessandra made sure to express their annoyance at the constant wolf-whistle that they received from the men every time they took a stroll on the grounds. It's like taking the black has made them into sex-craved perverts.

Nathalia lifts her head from her food when she heard men welcoming the new recruits who have just entered the room. Most of their attention was at the dark-haired one that caught her eye on the morning training. His eyes meet her but she is quick to turn away and focus her attention to the Lord Commander beside her.

"Lord Commander?" She addresses him, making sure to keep her voice down.

He mumbles a questioning sound in response while gobbling down his food.

"Who is that man?" She asks him, eyeing the young man in question.

The Lord Commander follows her gaze. When he sees whom she was eyeing, his eyes light up and he calls. "Benjen!"

The man beside the one she was talking about looks at the Lord Commander. She opens her mouth to say that she isn't referring to him but she watches as the man called Benjen taps the young man in his shoulders before beckoning him to follow. It took them mere seconds before they reached them. They both bow in respect to their Lord Commander.

"Lord Commander" Benjen is a man with long black hair and kind eyes. "It appears that you have taken guests in my departure"

"Aye, I have" Lord Commander merely says and nods his head towards the man beside Benjen. "This your nephew?"

"Yes. This is Jon" Benjen clasps the young man affectionately on the shoulders. He doesn't seem to be concerned that he is showing his fondness for the boy. "And might I inquire the names of the striking young ladies sitting beside our ferocious Lord Commander?"

The Lord Commander only groaned in Benjen's teasing before smiling proudly at Alessandra and Nathalia. "These are—"

"I assure you that we can speak for ourselves, Lord Commander" Alessandra cuts in making both Benjen and Jon's eyes widen in her daring tone. The Lord Commander has learned days before of the young women's independence so he let it go with a shrug and continued eating. "My name is Alessandra and this is Nathalia—" Nathalia almost blushed when she felt Jon's eyes on her. Stop it, she scolded herself. "—we are the Lord Commander's nieces…to place it mildly"

Benjen smiles a nice smile while his nephew Jon only nods in their direction. Before the leave, Nathalia finds herself addressing them. "Benjen" She starts, "What is your last name?" She has a feeling inside her that she already knows.

"Stark, my lady" And she does know.

She waves the title off. "Nathalia is fine. Stark, you say?" He nods and she turns to Jon. "You must be one too? It is kind of unusual that a son of a great Lord such as Eddard Stark choose to be a man of the Night's Watch"

"I am no Stark, my lady. My last name is Snow. I am Ned Stark's bastard" He's uncomfortable at saying the truth. Nathalia immediately feels pity for him.

She smiles at him to let him know that she would not dare judge him. She can see Alessandra from the corner of her eyes doing the same. "It is very nice to meet you, Jon"

He bows in response.

"A shame to waste that handsome face of yours to serve as a man of the Night's Watch" Nathalia rolls her eyes at Ally's flirtatious tone. Though she has to admit, Jon Snow is a very handsome bastard. "I'd propose that we have some fun together but I can see that I was not the lady that you set your eyes to"

Nathalia couldn't be more mortified when a couple of men stopped eating and gazed at her friend lustfully. The worse is the knowing glance that the Lord Commander and Benjen Stark shared between the two of them. She supposed that she is as red as a tomato at the very moment.

The awkward moment was stopped when the door was opened forcefully and with it comes a man who is complaining loudly about the cold weather at the wall. Nathalia has to crane her neck to see the small figure scowling as he made his way where the Lord Commander sat.

"I don't know why you all chose the black instead of the knife. I'm freezing my balls in this weather" He complained.

Nathalia lets an amused smile escape her face. This must me the infamous Tyrion Lannister. He really is different from his brother and sister.

"Lannister!" The Lord Commander greets. "When I heard that you're coming here, I feared for my life" He is obviously not pleased.

Tyrion Lannister has not the decency to laugh at him. "And last I heard, there are no women in the Night's Watch" He eyes Alessandra and Nathalia curiously.

"These are the ladies Nathalia and Alessandra. They are my nieces" The Lord Commander introduces them.

Tyrion bows, "Very pleased to meet you, ladies. Though I do not recall a Nathalia and Alessandra when I visited the Lord Commander's last home"

Nathalia and Alessandra share a glance. The imp is really as smart as they say.

"Perhaps we weren't there, my lord" Nathalia provides as an explanation to the men staring back and forth at them.

"Perhaps" He dismisses and decides to get his breakfast for the day. Benjen and Jon also excused themselves.

When everyone was finally eating in peace and quiet, Alessandra leans to whisper to Nathalia, "The imp knows"

Nathalia eyes the imp who seems to be teasing Jon Snow. "I know"

Alessandra places a hand on top of hers, "And I also know that you know that Eddard Stark does not have a bastard"

Nathalia squeezes her hand back. "It appears that we have to send a raven to our most beloved friend outside of Westeros" was her only reply before she finished her food.

The Lord Commander is right. The food tastes ghastly.

Ah! The first meeting! I'm sure that all of you know about Jon's identity by now . Let's see how he will take it if Nathalia and Alessandra decides to tell him the truth.

And who is Nathalia and Alessandra's close friend outside of Westeros? *wink*

Please comment and if you want to suggest some things, you may.

P.S. Have you guys seen the trailer crossover between GoT and Merlin called Oath? It's a Sansa/Arthur video and it is AMAAAAZING!

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