Girl In The Blizzard | Jon Snow

-7

"Right between the eyes." 

Sansa's eyes widened in pure shock. 

"Who shot it?" She asked eyeing all the men up. They all shook there heads before looking over in Jon's direction. 

I looked up at Jon who was standing under the wooden gate along with all the other men dragging the deer into the grounds. Jon's face was showing no emotion. 

"It was a easy shot." He mumbled, helping the men with deer. 

"What's wrong with him?" Sansa asked as if I knew. 

I just shrugged, staring at my feet. 

What was wrong with him? One minute he's kind, caring and considerate, then the next he's treating me no better then a dead deer. He wanted a deer, I shot one. The others seemed happy. 

"Get inside, you're freezing." 

I did as she asked without a second to spare. The moist ground was cold against my feet. Jon offered me the choice of wearing shoes, they were just too tight around my feet and I have never worn shoes before. I was comfortable with bare feet, and that's how I liked it. 

After multiple wrong turns I found a slightly bigger door, I found Jon's room. I collided face down in his bed after shutting the door, warm shivers erupted my body as I cocooned myself in the thick blanket. My body turned towards the sun streaming through the window on the left, I lay on my side soaking it in. Empty, lonely and numb was all I felt.

That's false.

Shut up. 

I sighed at the mental argument going on in my head. Jon is no better than that deer. Maybe I should leave, stop being the reason for everybody's fear. After all I am the girl with no background. 

I chuckled as I think about what would happen if they find out where I was raised. The top of my mouth felt dry, I could mentally feel the burn of burning wire. I scanned the room for any kind of liquid, how hard is it to keep a glass of water in you're bedroom? There was something hanging on the wall just under the window, I squinted to decrease the amount of sunlight blinding me. Unconsciously I lifted the blankets off me and slowly walked over to it object on the wall, it was within an arms reached so I stood still. 

The bow had crosses carved all the way down it, tan string tightly wrapped around it so it was easier to keep your grip. The wood was rough as my finger traced the crosses, it was beautiful, unique and it looked so powerful. Why doesn't he use this one? 

"What are you doing?" 

I spun around hearing a close to death whisper. His dark eyes had a painful look. 

"Admiring your bow," I said giving him confused look, he returned my expression.

"Why don't you use this on-"

"It's not my bow, and you will never touch it again." Jon's harsh words cut me off. 

"Who's is it?" I question not backing down at his tone. This seemed to make him get more mad.

"Not your's." He took slow strides towards me, clenching his jaw. 

"Well if it's not your's, why do you have it?" I asked staring dead into those dark brown eyes. He stood taller then me, towering my body like I was his prey. 

"Do I need to chain you to a post in the snow, girl?" He said daringly, I immediately scolded at the way he called me girl. 

"I have a name, boy," I mimicked him, he seemed to look a bit shocked but that look was gone within a second and he was back to being a prick. 

"And go ahead, I like the stars better than a concrete ceiling." I spat out, he studied my eyes. 

"What's your name." His voice was now soft, completely different. I furrowed my eyebrows at his sudden switch of moods. 

"Girl." I challenged, standing straight. 

A smirk tugged on his lips before he turned around running a hand through his hair. What? I think that name suited me in his eyes. 

"Get dressed, we leave after dinner." His normal commanding voice had now returned as he just focused on doing his own thing. 

"I'm not hunting again." I shook my head.

"We're not hunting. Here," He said as he placed some dark purple material on the bed. I gave the back of his head a confused look. 

"You will ride your own horse for the ride." 

I don't like riding with you either. I felt a small ting of rejection, but shrugged it off to the back of my mind.

"Perfect."