𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 | Jon Snow - A 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 Fanfiction

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JASMINE STOOD with Jon as Locke stealthily moved through the woods, observing Craster's camp. "Brothers," Locke said as he returned to the ranger encampment.

"You do move quietly," Edd commented.

"Did you see her?" Jasmine asked.

"No," Locke lied. He had no intention of leading them to the hut where Bran was being held.

"How many?" Jon asked him.

"Eleven men," Locke said. "Most of them already drunk. No guards posted. They don't seem to have a care in the world. We'll carve them up like walnut pie."

"Karl was a top-paid cutthroat in Flea Bottom," Grenn told him. "I've seen what he can do with a knife."

"Have you seen what I can do with a knife?" Locke asked.

"Not yet," Grenn chuckled.

"There's a hut on the west side of the keep," Locke said. "We should steer clear of it."

"Why?" Jon asked.

"They've got some hounds chained up inside," Locke answered. "The closer we can get without the dogs sniffing us, the better."

"New moon tonight," Grenn said.

"Get some rest," Jon sighed. "We move at sundown."

By nighttime, the keep grounds were lit by torches. Jasmine and Grenn hid behind a pile of wood, watching as Karl and some rangers strode forth, heading to the main keep.

Isabelle was dozing off when she heard the door to their hut being opened. She instantly sat up to find Karl and two men walking in towards Meera beside her.

"Get her up," Karl ordered, and the two rangers untied the girl, forcing her to her feet as she struggled against them.

"Stop," Bran said.

"Stop," Jojen sat up too, worried about his sister. "What are you doing?"

"Hodor. Hodor. Hodor."

"Stop. Stop!"

"Hodor. Hodor."

Isabelle watched in terror as the chaos unfolded, the giant's mutters making her more anxious, and she wished she could just scream at him to stop while Meera was struggling against the men as they tried to shackle her feet.

"What are you doing?" Bran panicked, all the while Isabelle remained silent. "Leave her alone!"

"Hodor. Hodor."

"No!"

"Shh," Karl whispered as he stepped towards the frightened, tied-up girl. He moved to touch her hair as she whimpered.

"You've got pretty hair, don't you?" he asked. "Now, what is a pretty little highborn girl like you doing out here in the deep, dark woods, eh?"

"You left your daddy's castle looking for trouble, didn't you?" he continued. "No dresses for you. You like it rough, don't you? You like it in the gutter, don't you?"

"If you let my sister go, I can help you," Jojen intervened.

"You can help me?" Karl asked but refused to move his eyes away from Meera.

"I can."

"And how are you gonna do that?"

"I have the sight," Jojen said. "I can see things."

"That's very helpful," Karl said, finally turning to him.

"Things that haven't happened yet," Jojen continued.