A Prince of House Targaryen

ColdHands, and Wildling Camp

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Jon Snow

The bastard boy had been following the wildlings left alive for several nights now; thankfully, the snow had stopped the last night, making it easier and faster to move forward. Due to make sure that they would arrive faster, Jon used his Warging to control two Elks nearby; Val and Tormund had no horses with them; usually, the free folk would rather want to arrive by foot to their camp, but the danger of encountering another white walker or ice spider quickly changed their mind.

During the last six nights of travel, Jon had gotten to know his traveling companion better; Val was quite fierce, strong, and didn't shy away from blood; her cold eyes were always mesmerizing, and Jon found himself quite drawn towards them.

Tormund, despite being a big man with a long red beard, was quite caring for Val, who Jon found later was close with the king beyond the wall, but the bastard figured she wasn't close romantically; he had seen many people and noticed many things, he knew Val wasn't the king's lover or anything similar.

Jon had hoped he would dream of Bloodraven at night, but the bastard had gone silent, leaving him alone perhaps in the most dangerous place in the world. The bastard boy now was fully convinced Bloodraven knew the wildlings were there; the only thing he didn't understand was Why? Why was he needed to meet them, Jon didn't know, but if he ever got to meet Bloodraven, he would plunge his Valyrian Sword deep into his black heart.

Now, the night had fallen, and the fire cracked and sparked, illuminating the darkness around them; it was the only sound that could be heard over the comfortable silence around them; Jon flew high in the air; all he could see was endless snow, trees nowhere to be seen in the vast horizon, only more snow and darkness, his eyes looked at the far north, further than anyone had ever gone, a feeling of dread started spreading on Jon's chest, a lump on his throat, he felt his breath taken away, his throat go dry, quickly turning around, he avoided that place.

Jon gasped, returning back to his body, Tormund and Val sitting cross-legged near the fire, both of them holding an arrow in their hands, at the top a piece of rabbit meat, slowly cooking it using the fire near them.

Jon coughed, feeling his throat burn despite the cold around them; the bastard's eyes went to Val's grey-blue eyes.

"What did you see, Jon? You were gone for quite a while?" Val asked, pulling her arrow away; now her dinner ready, she bit down on the meat, it was a bit dry, but she liked the taste on her mouth, her tongue wetting her pink lips, following it down with water.

"No white walkers nearby," Jon said, finally breathing normally, his shoulders slumped down, the tension felt now gone, feeling his eyes heavy, he wanted to close them and sleep but not yet.

"Where is this camp of yours?" Jon asked, Ghost lying his head on his lap; the two Elks that Tormund and Val were using were nearby, trying to find food, mostly grass or any kind of plant they eat.

"Several more miles to the North, Jon, trust me, we are as eager as you are to reach them; the feeling that a White Walker might jump on us at any second is not comfortable," Val said, eating more of her rabbit.