A Jon Snow sequel: Beyond the North (GAME OF THRONES)

X. Across The River

Warning: this chapter contains graphic depictions of violence including child violence and death. 

The image is a reference to what Lilith's dagger looks like.

And possibly smut? ;)

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The late summer provided much vegetation for the free folk as they continued to live on the ever flowing river.  It was too safe to leave and Jon was continuing to figure out the navigational charts before making any drastic decisions.  He sat in his tent, his finger brushing against the hilt of his sword as he read some history.  Lilith had written a novel's worth of information regarding Notheros for everyone to read up on, so Snow made sure he knew of everything in order to keep his people safe.

Ghost lay asleep beside the man's feet but woke suddenly as footsteps approached the tent.  Raven hair swayed along the back of a princess marching toward the man's home, her boots kicking up soil with every step.  She pushed through the flaps and stood closely beside Jon. 

"Catching up, I see," she knocked Jon out of his deep reading session sending a jolt through his body. He turned to face her, eyes wide, clutching his chest as she frightened him.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

Lilith shook her head, "I'm almost ready to be a soldier. No time to waste." She drew her sword, the steel practically glowing in her grasp, "I've named her death's kiss."

Jon cracked a smile, "Months.. It took you months to come up with that name? That's what you've gone with?"

Lilith furrowed her brows, "Longclaw?" She sheathed her sword, the hilt in the shape of a ram's head carved out; she had a ram's head dagger to match.

Jon shrugged, "Didn't name it." Lilith huffed, taking a peak outside.

"Sun's rising... Come with me," Lilith outstretched her hand waiting for Jon to grab hold.  Jon obliged, used to their ritual.

The two walked to the open field of wild grass and clover.  Beautiful flowers waving hello as the chill morning breeze ran passed them.  The sun hovered just above the horizon, ready to rise for the long summer day.  Jon smiled brightly at the incredible valley, he heard the sound of steel emerging from its holster.  His eyes trailed down to his sword staring up at him, then his glance shifted towards Lilith; he pulled his sword as well.

She smiled, wiggling her toes in the grass.  Jon shook his head at her, still not used to her bare feet for practice. 

"What are you gonna do on the battlefield? Take your shoes off?"  He laughed.

"Perhaps I will," she charged forward.

Steel clashing with steel, the two danced in a ballet of life and death.  Their eyes never leaving one another with every swing and every miss.  Her training had led to this day, the day she'd beat him.  They moved as one, even though they were opponents.  One would swing as the other blocked.  Jon could feel the ground moving with him as his heart sang out with her's. 

Her laughter with every swing and clash brought him such joy.  She brought the sword up and swung, connecting with his, sending it from his grasp.  He watched his steel fly through the air, doing two flips before hitting the ground.  He turned back to face her as she dropped her sword and tackled him to the ground.  Jon's back smacked onto the grass as she straddled his torso.  She had his hands pinned above his head, her face inches from his.

She giggled, "I won, Snow."  Jon blushed but had one move up his sleeve.

Using his legs, he managed to twist himself, rolling them so he was now on top.  Her arms now pinned above her head.  His dark eyes stared at her chest rise and fall.