Game of Thrones: Of Lions and Roses
Chapter 13 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Jon
Jon's senses came alert before he even opened his eyes; he could hear the sounds of movement nearby. He briefly thought of reaching out to where Longclaw lay, right next to him, and grabbing it. But then he registered the sounds and knew there was no threat.
Smiling he opened his eyes and saw Ygritte, she was sitting on the ground, her back to him, aside from a single fur pelt, she was naked from the waist up; having pulled on the clothes she wore on her lower body. She reached for another article of clothing and Jon realized she was getting dressed.
He sat up, moving closer to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissing her where her shoulder and neck met. He felt her lean her head back, opening his eyes he saw her profile and noticed the small smile on her face.
"You seem to be in a hurry." He said as he kissed her again.
She nodded. "Yes well, the fire's gone out and…"
He paused, smirking as he spoke. "Do I not keep you warm, it wasn't that bad surely?"
"No, you were more than satisfactory." Ygritte replied with a grin. "All the same, if we don't want to freeze, we should get dressed."
Something in her tone caught Jon's attention, but deciding to follow her advice he held back on asking about it. Instead he began getting dressed himself, while Ygritte continued to do so.
Finally, once they were both fully dressed and had gathered everything, including their weapons, Jon turned to her.
"Ygritte, what's wrong, something's bothering you, I can see it." He said quickly, adding, when she started. "You're being…unnaturally serious."
She sighed and shook her head. "I have to…I have to go Jon, I don't know when I'll be back, or even if I'll make it back."
Jon froze at that, suddenly worried. "What do you mean, go, go where…?"
"North of the Wall." She replied. "There's something, something stirring, I'm not sure what it is, but I've been dreaming about it the past few nights. Ice, blizzards, darkness and a face…a face of death."
Jon tensed before asking, hesitantly. "White Walkers?"
Ygritte shrugged. "Maybe…maybe worse; there's something out there Jon Snow, that could destroy all of us. Despite the accord we've reached, we are unprepared; unless we know what it is, it could easily destroy us and all of this land, all of the world maybe."
Jon shook his head. "Did you, tell anyone else about this?"
"Only my people, but they're all too scared to do anything." She replied. "That's why I have to go."
Jon was about to speak, but she shook her head. "You're needed here Jon; you can't come with me…That's why I'm glad you came when you did."
"Oh?"
She nodded and stepped up close to him. "So I could say a proper goodbye."
With that she kissed him, Jon replied eagerly until finally she broke the kiss and nodded sadly, before turning to leave.
"Ygritte." Jon called out. "We will see each other again."
She gave a sad smile and replied. "Hopefully."
With that she continued walking, until she was lost from view.
It was with a heavy heart that Jon returned to Castle Black; he looked around, many of the people present in the courtyard were either new recruits, who had just taken their oaths, or Wildlings. The air was charged with that tense, uncomfortable atmosphere that often covered recently made alliances between two groups who had, until that point, been enemies. Jon made his way back to his chambers; it was on the way there he met Sam.
"Sam; it's been a long time, I…" He began in greeting.
Sam smiled and nodded. "It's alright, I understand, you've been busy, we all have."
Jon nodded and together they entered his chambers and sat down.
"So, what brings you here?"
Sam sighed before replying. "I'm here in Maester Aemon's place; he was too weary to make the trip himself."
Jon bit his lip at that; he knew Maester Aemon wasn't getting any younger.
"I…I see; I hope he was resting before you left."
Sam nodded and then explained. "He wanted to let you know that, our alliance with the Wildlings has been sealed; we are still however having to deal with sporadic…incidents."
Jon grimaced and nodded. "I thought as much, has there been any…bloodshed?"
"No surprisingly; just arguments, mostly over petty things that are soon resolved." Sam replied. "Some even resolve themselves. Oh and there is news from Winterfell."
Jon tensed; all he had heard about Winterfell recently was that Robb had reclaimed it and his family were all back home and rebuilding. Before Sam could deliver the news however, they heard shouting down in the courtyard.
They immediately stood up and hurried down; as they ran Jon was worried.
'This sounds like more than a simple petty argument.' He noted. 'This is going to be more serious, we have to intervene…Especially since one of the voices…him.'
They ran as fast as they could, Jon was heading straight for the courtyard while Sam ran to fetch help, following Jon's instructions. Sure enough, as Jon emerged into the courtyard, he saw Janos Slynt, engaged in a heated argument with two Wildlings. Jon hurried over, knowing he had to intervene as Janos' hand was going to his sword.
"Janos!" He bellowed. "That is enough!"
Janos spun around, eyes wide, anger etched all over his face. "You…"
Jon shook his head. "That…is…enough."
"You expect me to let this drop, you have betrayed us, you have us side with our enemies, for what…!" He bellowed. "So you can sneak off and fuck some Wildling whore, despite your oath to the Night's Watch!"
Jon glared. "You go too far and…"
Janos roared. "I won't stand for this; you cannot get away with betraying us like this. You are a traitor to the Watch!"
"Janos…" Jon began, but never finished.
As he said those words he was overcome with pain. Janos had been hiding a dagger and was now stabbing Jon repeatedly. The wildlings he had been arguing with tried to intervene, only for him to lash out at them, forcing them back, he then returned to his task.
Jon choked and stumbled back, Janos continued to assail him before finally being restrained by Alliser and another member of the Watch. Jon fell to the ground, staring at his blood covered hands and his wounds in disbelief, shock setting in.
The life-giving liquid on his hands smoked and steamed in the frozen air; until his hands grew too heavy to hold, they fell to his side. Jon now found himself staring at the starry sky before he was aware of a voice calling his name.
He then saw Sam's face, hovering above him, salty tears falling from the young man's eyes, landing on Jon's face before everything went black.
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