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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 16 - Wɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡɪɴ ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ?

Jon ❄️

Letting Freya go would be insane. Who knew what William would do to her once she was with him.

Even the thought drives me mad and I would love to cut off William's head and feed it to the monsters behind the woods.

He's not a man if you have to take such action to tell a woman to come back.

It's sick and he shouldn't be king either, no matter what.

But most of all I couldn't do anything about it.

Why should I?

because of you?

I actually have everything I need here. Family.

I can't just go back and do the right thing when it's reasonable to do it.

The fact that she wormed her way into my heart without my noticing doesn't exactly help.

could i do it again

Do I still want to risk my life? For a woman?

It would only bring trouble.

It would be too complicated. William has an army, but you couldn't turn the corner with a few wildlings.

I would send my men to their deaths, and I certainly don't want that. You do not deserve it.

I stayed in the same place for a long time, still staring at the spot where Freya had been and shaking my head.

"You could go after her, Jon." Tormund suddenly spoke next to me. Hasn't he gone yet? "We would follow you." I raised an eyebrow.

"Where? To death? No, certainly not. You are my family and I will not lead you to your death." Tormund licked his lips and briefly looked up into the black night.

Few stars shone in the sky. "I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. Freya got under your skin. Isn't that so? Jon, don't make a mistake".

"What do you know? He will be the future king, Tormund. How am I supposed to... No, I can't do anything about that. I don't want to do anything because I've had enough of it. About the war, about people dying". There was a short pause before Tormund said something about it. "She's going to die".

Yes, she will, and I will lose her as will many.

I looked up at the sky and silently prayed for someone to tell me what to do now, what to do. Eddard, Ygritte, Daenerys, Robb... Anyone.

"Jon," Tormund called behind me, but I'm long gone. Once I got to my tent, I didn't sleep at all all night.

I kept staring somewhere and thinking about everything.

Thought of Robb and what he was about to say to me. It's so hard, so damn hard for me to make a decision this time.

I got up earlier than usual in the morning and was sitting lost in the shade when I saw that Freya was leaving a little later.

She goes dead right inside her and just then Tormund and a couple of wildlings appeared. Tormund tossed me a sack.

I frowned, looked at what was inside and stood up, before I could say anything, he smiled. "Now come on, let's go after her."

"We probably wouldn't come back."

"It's worth it to me, Jon."

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