They left Castle Black the next morning, it was the last night she would get to spend with her king in any flesh for some time.
She let the fire go out in the morning and opened all the windows.
Icy cold hands were waiting to grab and pull her when she walked through the door. If freshly dead he could still pass for one of the living the night before.
If she got caught now that excuse would not work on anyone but the blind.
He has been outside in the frozen air and his skin was greyish and felt like wet leather after you thaw it from the snow.
His sapphire eyes looked strangely more appropriate on him now than last night.
Edaline didn't even notice, she threw her arms around him and kissed his cold mouth, ran her fingers up the icy chest.
"I missed you my favorite monster from beyond the wall" she whispered into his cold neck and slipped her fingers into the band of his breeches, teasing parts of him that were becoming hard like black ice under her caress.
"You have other monsters and creatures of the night to chose from my queen?" he murmured into her neck between small nibbles.
"I want the REAL you in me" she half moaned half laughed.
He stroked her cheek.
"You don't need to do this, come back to me now, while you are still near, forget this world, you can leave tonight and be in my arms by morning my queen". He emphasized every word with soft bites.
She pushed him away.
"NO! I will get our home back, I will pay back to the monster that hurt my sister and lastly, I don't want there to be a wall"
And her obsidian eyes got that hungry feral look he loved so much.
"I don't ever want there to be a way to separate me from you again, it should all be yours anyways" she said darkly.
"Before these people exterminate themselves"
He chuckled and pulled her on top of him.
My…. she was an ambitious little thing - thinking she can bring down an ancient wall that stood for thousands of years to keep his kind out… just like that… with what powers? What army?
But, no one living ever tried before he suddenly realized
And never from this side of it.
And he embraced his fierce queen and reached for her sweet body more than once before morning and they would have to part.
His fragile little human queen with a heart wind and storms that can tear down kingdoms.
He wanted to make her scream and he did make her scream for him that night - it matter not if a wall separated them.
She was his here too, body and soul.
She fell asleep with the first rays of lazy winter sun turning the ice that formed on the parts of her room a crystal pink.
Her guest disappeared with the darkness.
The new few weeks were life in tents
On the road with no privacy.
While the wight was following them unseen and unheard unless in dire emergency should put Eda in danger.
But lack of privacy meant that she couldn't be alone with herself or her king even in the trancelike state - the other way they could meet.
And she was pretty certain he was enjoying the slow torture of the fact she could find no relief even with herself during this time.
Whispering in her head all the ways he would have her soon.
Intruding her dreams to bite and tease and kiss all her tender bits but not letting her come to completion.
She could not control her composure through that and Sansa would probably think she was having fits.
So instead she was just getting frustrated and mentally beginning to agree with all the things Jon Snow was telling Lyanna Mormont at the moment about her beloved.
But mostly she stayed quiet when her siblings spoke strategy or tried to bring more banners to their cause- she didn't think her long term promise that the North would be spared mattered in the current situation - that horrid monster still had their brother.
She told him in more detail what was done to her sister by this Ramsay Bolton
The feral creature that only escaped to play during their love making in the Land of Always Winter has been unleashed on the world of the living courtesy of this Ramsay.
From everything else she told him of that family, the king had a growing suspicion the first Boltons might have been a result of those doomed matings between white walkers and humans during the last long night.
.
The offsprings of those unions were always human but often unusually cruel.
He found that rather ironic,
His walkers - like him, were not cruel in a petty small way.
Sure, they killed with no remorse, but they did so for a purpose and with speed and efficiency.
This need to make others suffer - that came from the human half of those half breeds.
It seemed the harshness of winter simply brought it to the surface - condensed into sharp crystals of cruelty what most pure humans were able to distill deep down in their souls.
He would be quite surprised if this Ramsay didn't have clear piercing blue eyes