We head out of the walls. I ride close to Jon. We travel to some guys house. At night me and Jon find ways to cuddle. When we get to his house it's full of women. I wear padded nights-watch gear. My hair done like a guy and war paint on. All the girls are his daughters and his wives. It's disgusting. Me and Jon sleep together.
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Jon snuck out in the night and found the man leaving the baby out in the woods because it's a boy. He swears he saw something take that baby from where the man left him. The man caught him watching and now we've been kicked out.
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We've been traveling for days. Jon is sent out to take down the wildlings with the rangers. I hold my bow close. I'm the best damn shot in the land. By God's if anyone try's me I'll put an arrow in their skull.
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Jon and the others have not returned yet and commander said to assume they're dead. I refuse to just assume he's dead. I wait until nightfall. I take a few days good and I sneak off the way Jon went. I find where there was once a fire. Must have been their camp. I set camp there myself for the night. I am awoken in the night. I hear marching. I stay low and peer over the edge of the rock. "By the gods." I whisper. White walkers. I am frozen with fear and I watch them travel bellow me. They head in the direction of our camps. I hear something behind me. It's a white walker. He must have seen my fire. I scramble to my feel and quickly dip my arrow head in the fire. I am quick to put and arrow through his head. There are two more behind him. I dip two arrows and load them both. There aren't anymore behind them. I set one more flaming arrow and out out the fire. I walk down the cliff side and stay low. Ready to shoot anything that moves. They have passed. I hear a crunch of snow behind me. I turn aiming immediately for the head. "Wait!" He says. It's a wildling. I give him and eye. "Please sir don't kill me." He says. "Hush now they'll hear you." I whisper yell. "You're a girl." I glare at him. "They don't have girl crows." "I am, y/n Snow." "You're a bastard?" He asks. "No. I am the bastards wife." "Jon Snow?" He asks. "Yes." "I was with the ones that took him." I step closer ready to put an arrow through him. "Wait please no... I can take you to our camp. I know where they took him." I clench my jaw. "Fine." I lower my arrow. I put it out in the snow. "But you try anything... I'll stick this pretty blade." I gesture to my sword. "Up your ass and slowly carve up to your balls." He gulps. "I won't I promise."
