02 Jon Snow

Traitor. That was what his brothers in arms might have called the man when he decided to save the wildlings and hide them behind the wall so that they could live. Every black stabbed him with a blade, shouting "For the Night's Watch!" before Snow's lifeless body fell into the cold snow. His body was thrown to the wild animals, and only you, thanks to the direwolf Jon, were able to find him. You could not believe it. That his body now lay dead in the cold snow, in the middle of the winter silence. But you could not lose him. With great effort from you and your people, you carried his body to your camp, wanting to save a man. Not just a man who had promised you protection, but a man you loved and could not let go. His wounds were treated and stitched. His body lay on a warm bed, though he was cold. The ghost lay next to his master at the foot of the bed, whining softly as you threw more wood into the stove and returned to his bed. Your body slowly sank to the floor as your fingers slowly squeezed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. His body was limp and lifeless. Your soft voice echoed throughout the room.

• Please, I beg you.. I never believed in the seven gods, but I beg you, bring him back.. I will do anything.. I need him.. I can't live without him..

You whispered as your forehead touched his in desperation. You wanted to give your warmth, your life for him.

• Please wake up.. I need you.. I can't live without you..

At some point, you began to cry quietly. Your tears streamed down your cheeks, falling onto Snow's cold skin before a few minutes later, a sharp, heavy sigh escaped his lips as his eyes suddenly flew open.