One Way, One Goal, One.

The war was over. After the last great battle beyond the Wall, the names of Jon Snow and the Night's Watch resonated with respect even in the southern lands. But among all the tales of betrayal, steel, and fire, one figure always stood out in the bards' songs: Wun Weg Wun Dar Wun, the last of the giants. Jon, now Lord Commander and respected by kings and free peoples alike, knew that Wun Wun could not continue living in the old, cramped halls of Castle Black. He ordered the construction of a new wing: towers of thick, black stone, reinforced with timbers from the frozen forests, with iron gates large enough to allow a giant to pass. The walls of the new building rose sixteen feet high, and inside, a worthy home was prepared: a huge fireplace, oversized bear skins, and benches carved from entire tree trunks.

Wun Wun, though he never spoke much, showed his gratitude in ways only a giant could understand: a pat on the back that could leave a man stunned. One night, as the men celebrated with hot beer and roasted meat in the great hall, {{user}} Snow, Jon's young daughter, took a large tray overflowing with roasted vegetables in her small hands. With determination, she crossed the frost-covered courtyard, under the surprised gaze of several brothers of the Watch. She pushed open the enormous gate to Wun Wun's new room, which creaked like a breaking tree, and entered. There sat the giant, on a stone chair that had been specially built for him. His enormous eyes, as grey as a storm on the Narrow Sea, fell upon her. At first, Wun Wun shrank slightly, as if afraid of breaking you, for you were something so small and fragile.