Girl In The Blizzard | Jon Snow

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"What is it." His deep northern accent spoke, looking at both men at either side of me as if they were fighting over the same sword. 

"Found this woman alone, came from the direction of the woods." The man on my right spoke.

The air in the room fell thin and I could feel intense glares from different directions. I tried wriggling my arms free but instead felt their grips tighten around my deep cuts making me swallow back any noise that made me seem weak. I kept my glaze on the wooden floor trying my hardest not to let my frozen legs give way.

"Whats her name?" He asked in the same tone. 

"She's said nothin. Not one word has left her mouth." He shook my arm, "Ain't that right." 

My eyes shot up at his brown ones squinting sharply. 

"Leave her. " Snow raised his hand, earning confused looks from the two men, "Let go of her arms." He motioned towards my arms which looked bloodshot from the harsh contact. The strong hold was released and I let out a silent sigh. 

"You can leave us." Snow said to the two men and the scruffy looking man that must have been in here before we came. 

"Do you want us to put her some where else?" The unsure man next to me spoke.

"No I think you have done quite enough thank you." He gave them a small smile. They all ramble out closing the door behind them, leaving us. 

Cold silence fell upon us which didn't help my body temperature at all. I could feel his dark eyes examining me, which felt oddly safe. I didn't feel uncomfortable form his stare. The candle light illuminating everything object in the room.

"I apologize for my men. They aren't familiar with greeting new people. Especially women." He chuckled, "I'm Jon, Jon snow." 

I glance up at him to see a friendly half smile on his face. Jon. Not snow. Strange he suited both. Tingles erupted my knees and without warning my legs gave way and my body smashed into the hard floor, sharp pain surged through my arms and the cuts ripped open more. Before I knew it a pair of strong arms picked me up and lay me on a soft surface. It was then that I realized we were in a bedroom. 

"You're freezing. Stay right here." He took off his black furry coat and wrapped the heavy thing around me before leaving the room shutting and locking the door behind him. I was alone. I inhaled a deep breath, a desperate attempt to calm me down. The sound of wood cracking and burning filled the room, it was coming from the wall across from the bed, there was a fire place. I clung on to the immense coat and hovered over to the big pile of warmth crouching down until I was sitting on the wood. I took this opportunity to stretch out my arms and examine my body. Dark, red blood smeared out from my cuts all over my arms overlapping the layer of dried blood underneath. The majority of the cuts were on my wrists above burns from rope, and near my shoulder from running through trees with branches like glass. My legs looked just as butchered. The door shifted and opened to reveal a young girl with red hair and a curious look on her face as she searched the room until she found me. 

"Sansa." She introduced herself as she rushed over to me, concern written all over her face as she knelled down in front of me searching my arms and legs. She quickly walked out of the room and within a matter of minutes she was back with a bowl of water, cloth and thinner cloth. 

"I'm not good at looking after wounds, but I'm better than anyone else around here." She started dabbing my cuts with a wet cloth cleaning off all the blood. Normally I would be very wary of people, but these people are different. Didn't hurt me. Yet anyway.  I watch every move cautiously, ready to run at any time. I quickly made sure the door was open and to my luck it still was. Sansa seemed to take notice at my movement. 

"Trust me, you're better off in here then out there." Sansa said as she wrapped the thinner brown cloth around my wrists and thighs sealing my wounds. I didn't know what to do or say, I have never been in a situation like this. Without thinking my mouth twitches into a small smile. She returns the gesture with a bigger smile before standing up again. 

"There's a spare bed in my room, you're welcome to use it." She announced holding a hand out for me. I looked at it as if it were a sword, scared almost, the same smile appeared. She helped me up and lead me out of the steaming room into a different room not too far away which was around the same temperature but more feminine features around the room. 

"Here. These are my sisters but you seem to be around the same size." Sansa handed me a grey piece of clothing. It felt like feathers against my finger tips, "I have to go but I will be back soon, you can sit by the fire if you would like." She hurried out of the room and I heard a click sound after. Locked it. Again. I let out a well held back sigh before taking off my manky, dirty white dress. I bit my lip as my arms stretched over my head, pulling the skin on my stomach which were covered in purple and black bruises. I threw the dress into the fire before carefully slipping on the long, comfortable clothing. A small doll sat on the top of a tremendous sized bed, it was so small, next to the bed against the wall was another bed half its size. I walked over step at a time, small wounds on my feet made it feel like walking on knives, I lifted up the thick blankets and slid inside the spongy bed, lying on the least painful part, my back. I closed my eyes for what feels like the first time since I had been alive, darkness surrounded me in a cloud and soon enough drifted me off into a deep, vast sleep.