Shortly after Lord Stark lead Jon to castle he gave him orders to stay in his room for the rest of the night. Jon knew that he couldn't stay put for the night he needed to make sure Clyde was okay. All of the harm that befall him was Jon's fault. Opening his door and looking out into the hallway Jon saw that the way was clear of servants and he could start heading towards maester Luwin's room. Before Jon could reach and knock on the door the maestar called out for him to come inside.
"How did you know I was outside?" asked Jon with confusion.
"I could hear you walking from all the way down the hall. You need to work on your footwork if you want to be a good soldier." answered Maester Luwin with a light chuckle.
"Is Clyde going to be okay?" asked Jon as he looked over to the bed where Clyde was covered in furs.
"In time he should heal. You did a kind but very stupid gesture towards him. How would you have survived if your father did not find you? Even if he was just a little bit latter you could have gotten frostbite or worse." Scolded Maester Luwin.
"I am sorry. I just wanted to help him." Said Jon while he looked at his boots he should have known better, Robb would have known better hell even Theon would have known.
"While you're here why don't you help me, and fetch that bowl of water and help him drink it." Said Maestar Luwin as he began to walk around the room tidying it up.
Jon grabbed the bowl of water and walked over to were Clyde was sleeping and gently shock his shoulders to wake him up.
"Would you like some water?" asked Jon.
Clyde nodded his head yes. Jon raised the bowl up and began to slowly pour the water into Clyde's mouth. Clyde waved his hand in a back and forth motion to indicate to Jon that he was done drinking.
"I had a horrible dream in which I was drowning and each time I thought I could finally breathe again I was dragged down by my ankles to the bottom of the sea. At the bottom there was no sand or sea life only corpses covered in a thick layer of ice." Said Clyde as a shiver slide down his spine as he retold the tale.
"The important thing is that you are okay." Said Jon as he set down the bowl and began to walk away.
As soon as Jon was in the hallway he began to sprint towards his room. Where the old gods giving Clyde a message to send to Jon or was it just a dream.
Throughout the night Jon could not get any rest every time he closed his eyes death greeted him with a feral smile. In the dream he had his own family and was lord of a small holding, his wife and daughter were raped before his very eyes. He cried for them to stop and to leave his family alone but the captures only laughed as they stabbed him over and over again.
Jon never thought he would want to have a family to give a child the name Snow. When he woke up each time he cried as if he were a newborn babe. After laying in his bed past first morning light a knock was heard upon his door. Jon got up to answer the door and was greeted with the sight of Robb.
"Are you coming to breakfast or not Snow? I will not save your food from Bran and Rickon if you wait any longer." Jested Robb as he lightly punched Jon's shoulder.
Jon nodded his head and quickly got dressed he did not want to miss another meal his body surely could not handle missing three in a row. As Jon approached the table Arya quickly scoured over to give him a hug before sitting backdown patting the sit next to her. Somehow Arya could tell whenever something was bothering Jon and for that he was truly grateful.
After eating their meal, the children were sent off to their lessons. Jon would join Robb and Theon for training with Ser Rodrick. Arya frowned and asked her mother why she had to listen to the stupid Septa instead of train with her brothers. Lady Stark glared at Jon as he walked by and internally was blaming him for turning her sweet girl into such a nightmare, damn his bastard blood.
"Grab a sword and begin sparring. Jon today you will be training with Heath." Commanded Ser Rodrick.
Jon nodded to Ser Rodrick and headed to grab a wood sword.
"Why the hell you grabbing a wood sword boy? Were not going to be playing knights and maidens." Said Heath with a laugh.
"But Ser Rodrick always has us use them." Answered Jon with Confusion.
"Well today you're not fighting against highborn pricks who will go and cry to Lord Stark that you hurt them so grab a live steel sword." Commanded Heath with growing announce, you say one remark about Lady Stark and you get sentenced to training brats.
Jon grabbed a steel sword he was not going to put up a fuss. As Heath and Jon slowly circled each other, Jon flipped the blade around in his hand to get a better grip. It was a huge mistake before Jon had a good gripe, a blade was flying towards him he had to bend backwards to avoid a hit which would have token of his head. A smile began to grace Jon's lip. As Jon sprung up he attacked Heath with multiple swings. Heath blocked or parried each swipe. Their seemed to be no weakness to Heath's stance expect he took a couple seconds to reposition himself after each swing. Jon waited for his chance to strike and as he was beginning his swing Heath grabbed his sword arm midmotion and headbutted Jon turning his vision black.