Cara swung her sword, gripping it tightly in the cold air, her knuckles were painful and blue.

The boy ducked, his pale hair falling in his eyes, then moments later he was on his back in the mud.

Cara frowned. "Get up."

He scrambled to her feet just as Cara swung her sword again, he just managed to stay on his feet, but his eyes were wild and his stance was horrible, one hit and he would be down again. A sense of hopelessness filled Cara. How could she train them to at least an acceptable level in two weeks? The whole idea seemed insane. "Again." She tossed her sword from hand to hand, mantaining her stance. The sandy haired boy ran at her, she sidestepped and then delivered a blow to his shoulder, once again he was in the dirt.

She knelt down beside him and whispered. "You need to try harder, boy." She leaned closer. "You need to listen to every word I say and you need to suceed." If he didn't learn how to fight he would be nothing in the Night's watch.

She was surprised when he wordlessly got to his feet, the determination in his eyes was clear, he had listened to what she said. He was holding his sword so tightly in front of him that his arms were shaking, actually his whole body was shaking, Cara eyed him and smirked. "Better."

This time he stayed on his feet and blocked two of Cara's blows. He way trying, he was doing his best. Which was far better than nothing.

She went through five of the recruits, teaching each of them the same few moves, by the end she was wishing the sandy haired boy back. He was better than the others, at least he put thought into his movements, the others seemed to not actually care if she knocked them to the ground. When she realised she had an audience it made it even harder to train the recruits, they were all extremely self aware, scared that they were being judged by the audience of Jon Snow, Aaron, and a few other men who Cara hadn't met.

After slipping and landing in the mud herself she decided enough was enough, Cara ignored the stares of shock as she stalked out of the yard, she had been training them for a good three hours, it was time for a bath. She sauntered through the hall, scowling at anyone who dared meet her eye, but before she got to her room she heard footsteps behind her. Damn. She scowled more deeply and slowly turned around. It was Aaron. "What?" She hissed.

"Ooh fangs away. I don't bite." He laughed and leaned against wall, eyeing her curiously.

"What do you want?"

"Do I have to want something other than your...charming company?"

"Don't patronize me." She snarled.

"Sorry, sorry. Just wanted to say, good work today, I'm sure they will all look back at their bruises and remember to listen to you."

Cara narrowed her eyes. "And I suppose you could do better? What are you here anyway? The commander's personal maid?"

Aaron's smile only grew. "Very funny. I don't think my role here is relavent, and yes I do believe I can do better. You are far too angry."

"Am I?" Her eyes glinted in the low light. "You think you're funny behaving like this?"

"Oh yes." He smirked.

Oh, she could make him suffer, she could make him suffer so easily. "What makes you think you can talk to me like that and walk away?"

He just laughed.

She glared at him for a second, the clamped her hand around his throat and pushed him against the wall. "Watch your step."

He raised a brow, then he grabbed her free arm and suddenly she was the one squished against the wall. "Oh really?"

She shook him off and pushed him away from her. "What's this all about? Do you have a problem with how I am training the recruits?"

"I just wanted to show you that anger is not the answer, it will leave you with your defences down. Just take things slowly and don't be too hard on them, some of them are only twelve or thirteen." He turned to leave. "And by the way, I am the Lord Commander's second."

Cara scowled at his back as casually disappeared down the hall. What a way to prove a point. Cara was fuming, even more so because he had gotten the better of her.


Cara's foul mood had somewhat simmered after her long bath, but she still didn't feel like talking to anybody. She didn't go to dinner when Henry came to her door, when she was working for Joffrey she became accustomed with eating only one meal, she only usually ate dinner if there was some sort of celebration. Also the food the Night's Watch was serving only gave her more reason to stay away, to be frank it was disgusting.

Her small dark room quickly grew boring, she slipped through her door and down the hall. She had thought the day was cold, gods, the night was as cold as death, strangely she didn't care. She would rather be outside, it was what she was used to. Loud noises erupted from the dining hall, argumentative voices, laughing, crashing and thumping. Cara thanked herself again for not going to dinner.

Ice crunched under her boots, the whole ground that had been muddy throughout the day was now covered with a thick blanket of sparkling white snow. The sky was clear and sprinkled with stars. She took a deep breath, letting the icy air fill her lungs.

She wandered around a bit in the yard, letting the icy quiet surround her, then she found stairs, stairs that led to the watchtower atop the wall. Her curiosity instantly got the better of her and she was climbing the stairs. The view would be spectacular from up there. The stairs took far longer than she had imagined to climb, and as she grew higher she began to realise that it was possibly not her smartest idea. She was only wearing a thin cloak, and the cold was beggining to seep into her bones. As she had imagined, the view from the top was stunning, and incredibly high, she hadn't realised how far she had gone climbing the stairs, it was a little unnerving to look down at the tiny trees below.

A cough beside her.

Cara squeaked and almost jumped out of her skin, there was somone beside her. She frowned, the man appeared to be shaking, odd, she would think they were all used to the cold by now.

Jon Snow turned around, scowling, Cara thought she noticed him wipe his cheeks, though she could have been wrong. "What are you doing up here?"

Cara took a few steps back. "I uh..I.."

He spoke slowly, giving each word a cold emphasis. "You weren't given permission to come up here."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think."

Jon hissed. "Think before you act. It's not safe up here."

"Is it safe anywhere in this castle?"

"No." He paused. "But you are from King's Landing, firstly you could freeze to death coming up here dressed like that." He gestured to her thin cloak and riding boots.

Cara clenched her teeth attempting to conceal the wracking shivers going through her body.

"And secondly you shouldn't leave the safety of your chambers, up here nobody will here you scream-"

"I can look-"

He grabbed her arm suddenly, gripping it painfully and pushing her closer to the edge. "Yes you can look after yourself, I realise that." His lips flattened into a thin line. "But one push and you will be falling to the ground, dead in seconds."

She cried and yanked her arm away. "Ow, you're hurting me."

He didn't meet her eyes. "Don't get reckless. You know how to fight, but you don't know the Knight's Watch."

Cara scowled at him then scurried down the stairs, her heart pounding. Why did she get the feeling she had invaded his privacy? When she got to her room she almost slammed the door, then disappeared into her bed, trying to supress feelings of guilt and shame, mostly shame.

A/N: Thanks for reading and following! It means the absolute world to me. Please review if you have a moment, it honestly fuels me to write the next chap quicker. Also btw this story won't follow all of the events of the series, it will diverge to add room for my character, I will also be adding other characters of my own. I hope I did Jon Snow and the others justice. Though I can't imagine to be writing anything to compare to the real thing..:O Haha anyway please review and let me know what you thought. Thankkss XX :)