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chapter thirty seven. a fools hope
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𝕹IGHTFALL had hit, Taliana bloodshot eyes stared at Jon's body, she had promised herself that she wouldn't look but she couldn't help but stare at the cold dead body that she once knew was warm.
Ser Farrell stood around with the other men, while Taliana stood next to the body, her hand slightly touching his cheek, she let a tear fall as she felt his skin cold and lifeless.
"It's time, Ser Davos. Open the door give us the Princess and the men inside can rejoin their brothers in peace. We'll even set the wolf free north of the Wall where it belongs. Nobody needs to die tonight."
Taliana head raised at hearing the voice, "I've never been much of a fighter, that man will not be getting the Princess. Apologies for what you're about to see."
Taliana watched as Ser Davos took out his sword, and with that action so did the other men, including Ser Farrell.
"Princess. You stay back and away from the fight."
Taliana frowned, "What? No. I wish to fight."
Ser Farrell stepped forward, "It is you they wish for. You stay behind and protect the body."
Before Taliana could spit another word out, the door began to get banged on, causing the men to tighten the grip on their swords.
Taliana didn't realize her hand being placed on Jon's body in protection, while Ghost stood in front of her.
They were about to enter the chamber when they stopped, Taliana looked around, as if questioning why they stopped.
Ser Farrell looked back at Taliana, as he and the other men followed Ser Davos out of the chamber to see what had happened outside.
Taliana stayed with the body, with Ghost whom whimpered and laid down beside Taliana, "I miss him too."
The door opened again, and in came Edd, and one of Jon' friends from beyond the wall named: Tormund.
