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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 15 - I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ ʜɪᴍ

Freya 🔥

Bring my fiancé back to me alive or you will all suffer what happened to your dead friend and worse.

I will make you experience hell on earth and rain ashes on you.
- William

My eyes were on the note in my hand. The anger that arose just simmers inside me. Everything in me wanted him dead, even more than usual. I wanted him dead, his head cut off, and his body cremated.

"Wicker..." it murmured, more to myself, over my lips. I crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor.

That's when I realized that the wildling who had screamed, Tormund and Jon were looking at me, "What?!" I snapped a little more than I wanted.

They can't do anything for William, but just thinking about him makes me hate her. Nothing else but hate.

"The crows are all dead and the entire fortress is equipped with the army... As soon as they see one, they shoot...", the wildling then said.

He is serious...

If I don't come back he will attack and do it right. And when I'm back, I don't want to imagine what he has in store for me.

"I'll go back..", it came coldly from my lips and didn't look at any of the three.

"It would be a bad idea..." Jon said.

I raised my eyebrows a bit and looked at him. He should be happy about that. He said earlier that I can't stay much longer. And now I'm going.

"You don't have to decide." It came coldly over my lips.

And it hurt to be so cold to him. But there was nothing else now. He himself said it would work. And I knew it too. This realization is painful, but cannot be changed.

"What will he do to you if you go?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

god those eyes

"You don't have to worry about that. It's my problem and not yours." I said coldly to him again.

I don't want to imagine what it will all be. But I knew that once I got there, my life would be pure hell. If not worse.

Death is more merciful than William...

"Freya..", it slipped from Jon's lips and took a step towards me.

I shook my head, "No nothing Freya. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning at sunrise."

Those were my words and I turned around and walked with purposeful steps to my tent and went inside.

I sat down on the bed and exhaled loudly. My body was shaking, not from the cold, but from the excitement, from the fear, and from the anger. Mainly because of the anger.

I ran my fingers through my red hair in frustration and lay back on the bed.

I won't survive this.. A life with William....

I don't know how long I just lay there staring at the ceiling. Playing out every scenario in my head of what will happen when I get back. Anything William could and probably will do to me.

And I have to say, these aren't really nice thoughts. Everything else.

But I think what breaks my heart more is just not knowing if I'll ever see Jon again. That I have to walk away from the person I really have feelings for, maybe even love.

It hurt more than anything William can possibly do to me.

I get up from the bed and let my gaze wander around the small tent. Then I grabbed the small dagger Tormund gave me. He had given it to me to at least somewhat defend myself or with his words; That you can at least defend yourself somewhat, if you don't know how to use a sword.

I had to smile a little. But the smile quickly left my lips again when I saw a cloak with fur. It was from Jon. He had given this to me on the evening of the first day because it was really cold out here.

I took it in my hand and a sigh escaped my lips.

Why did everything have to be so complicated?

I then put it down again and then left the tent.

I glanced around to make sure the others were still asleep. After that, I started walking without looking back.

It hurt so bad.

I did not want to go.
I didn't want to leave the people here.

I didn't want to leave Jon.
And I didn't want to go back to William.

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