Girl In The Blizzard | Jon Snow

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Creaks within the floor, followed by a door opening and closing woke me up. It felt like my eyes had been sewn together because honestly, it took me a while to finally open them. I balanced on my elbows and searched the room. Sansa's bed was empty and sparkles of dust shone in the light beaming through the big window. I wonder where Sansa went. Probably no where important but curiosity gets the best of me. The blankets were heavy to lift off but I managed and walked towards the door opening it poking my head out. Faint voices and laughter erupted from every direction but there was no one in sight. My gut told me to go left straight down the stone corridor. It felt like going through a maze. The cold floor sent chills through my body as I neared a door with slightly familiar voices. Their voices slightly mimicked, the room must be big. The door was closed but now I was sure Sansa was one of the people as I placed my ear against the door. 

"I don't know why we need to discus this. Never have I heard of someone wearin' close to nothin' surviving in a blizzard like the one last night. Said she was as cold as ice." A unrecognizable, deep voice spoke, "Do you want to put your people in danger?"

"In danger of what?" Jon sounded almost amused. 

"All I'm sayin' is that we don't know anything about her-"

"Have you not listened to a thing I have said?" Sansa questions, cutting him off, "I know what it's like, to be lost. Better than both of you. You're worried about something that hasn't even happened yet before we even know anything about her." 

I can't go back. One thing I would never do is go back. Even with a thick door blocking me from them, I could still hear and feel the vibrations of their footsteps.

"She stays in my room until we find out more. Keep a close eye on her." I narrow my face in confusion at what Jon just said, I hear an angry huff from the other man, "No harm is to come to her, do you understand me Donnel?" 

"Ai, none by me." The man named Donnel sounded rather rough. My eyes widened when I heard large thumps coming towards the door, I raced down the corridor and made all the wrong turns, everything looks the same. The torch holders, the stone walls, just everything. I turned around and followed my steps until I found familiar steps leading up to Sansa's room. 

"There you are." She took a deep breath in as I walked into the room, "Come, you're going to be sleeping somewhere else tonight." 

I know.

The room wasn't too far, just down the steps and  take a right. 

"You'll be staying in Jon's room. Only for a little while." She smiled opening the thick door leaning in closer, "I suggest you start talking."  She whispered before walking away in the opposite direction of her room. The room was empty and the candles weren't lit, just the natural light of the sun beaming through. I made sure to shut the door behind me, the smell of newly burnt candles embraced my nose. For the rest of the day I sat by the unlit fire and finger drew in the dust on the stone floor. I saw the last of the light fade into dusk. The snow was still falling, but it was a soft breeze, coating the ground with soft, squishy snow. I inspected the area outside a window that I had to climb on top of a stool to look out. The door swung open, I automatically flinched and turned on the stool to be faced with dark brown eyes. He was wearing the black furry rug he gave me yesterday, I also noticed he had a leather vest wrapped tight. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." He mumbled, walking towards another door, going inside then coming out moments later without his rug. I was comfortable being higher off the ground, it was easier to examine things from here, "I'm going to get some food for you." He kept his gaze on anything but me, lighting up the fire in small sparks at a time. The orange light illuminated his features, his eyes look more shimmering as the wood burnt, "Come, sit by the fire. It will keep you warm." with that he walked out of the room, once again shutting the door behind him. I jumped off the stool, being careful not to fall or put too much weight on my feet. I could feel the warmth as I got closer, a grey and white silver blanket hung on a chair which I grasped and coated it around me near the fire. 

I suggest you start talking

The only words I could think of. I can't get thrown out, I escaped and I need safety now more then ever. I need to show that I am not a danger, I would never hurt a human being. You already have. I shook my head to get the bloodcurdling memories to disappear, my nails dug into my skin to distract my brain. 

"I hope you like chicken." Tingles surged through my body with fright, I didn't even here the door open. 

"Is it a habit of yours to terrify people?" I snapped, quietly breathing out of rhythm. His mouth twitched into an amused, toothless smile.

"Mainly women." His voice soft yet firm, "So she can talk." He placed a silver plate with half a potato, chicken and corn on a polished, miniature table before loosening his leather vest, walking towards candles ready to light them up. My feet felt as if someone were moving them for me as I almost sprinted over to the meal using my hand to taste the delicious flavors, eating mouthful after mouthful at a time. I glanced at Jon to see him pulling the mammoth blankets over him, wriggling around in his bed, "Come. You need to get warmth back in your body." He wasn't even looking at me. I swallowed my last mouthful.

"I'm warm enough." I seethed staring at him.

"Look I'm not going to ask you again. Come here or sleep on the floor." 

"I think I prefer the snow." I shuffled over to the door and pushed. Locked. I notice a rusty keyhole, he must have locked it from the inside. My eyes squeezed shut as I ran out of choices. I sighed before slowly making my way over to the bed, dreading every step. The blankets were heavier then the ones in Sansa's room, but the mattress was softer as I slid across to where Jon was facing towards me on his side, eyes already shut. I wish the fire was brighter so I could see his features, nose to nose. His eyelashes were so dark and thick, I could see just how spectacular they were, even in the darkness. I gasped as his hands held my waist, turning me around so that my back was pressed against his hard chest and his arms wrapped around my stomach and chest sending instant heat through my body. He was shirtless, I could feel his warm flesh through the thin material of my night dress. His breath on my neck sent tingles through my fingers and chest. It soothed me, and soon I was out to any sound and only saw complete darkness.