Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

7.

Naella POV

It has been about a week since we found out about Ramsey Bolton, and what made it worse was that he wanted everyone to pledge allegiance to the new 'Warden of the North." This infuriated Jon and helped him decide to take Winterfel back. I was walking behind Jon, who hasn't said much to me since the letter, into the great hall where all the wildlings had gathered. Tormound was standing up front waiting for Jon, he looked angry.

"Jon." He said rather sternly

"Tormound." Jon replied in the same tone of voice.

The stood in silence just looking at one another for what seemed like ages. The atmosphere was hard to be in and the Wildlings staring at Jon and I didn't help my discomfort. I gripped my spear harder trying to reassure myself everything was fine but what actually did was Tormound sighing.

"Jon, you can't make the free folk fight for you."

"I wasn't going to." this confused him.

"What?"

"I have calm to ask for your help, if your refuse that is fine you will not be pushed for it. All i ask is for you to help me get my home back." He turned to the wildlings who seemed pretty startled

There was a pause of silence, " We fought for one king, look what happened there what makes you any different Jon Snow?" Tormound questioned

"I am no King."

Even i was startled by that answer, Tormound just looked at Jon before finally nodding, agreeing to help him. I let out a long breath that i hadn't realised i had held before walking up to the two of them. I greeted Tormound with a nod, and he did the same.

"Will you be fighting with us?"

"Of cause I will." I stood confidante, I wasn't going to abandon Jon again.

"And your dragons?" Tormound questioned.

This faltered my confidence. I forgot they had left.

I looked up at him then Jon who seemed to be thinking the same thing, which only saddened me more. I shook my head. The hope from their faces dropped. I explained to them why, I explained that a dragon must grow and learn for itself. A dragon is no slave.

"Well, i guess we are going to need a lot more men then." Jon sighed but smiled at me gently.

I was slightly startled, he hasn't smiled like that to me in a while. I smiled back, feeling my face heat up slightly.

Jon POV

I was sitting alone in the dinning hall, thinking of what to do. I don't have enough men to take on the Boltons. I was counting on Naella's dragons but they won't be there. Maybe I can go to all the houses who haven't yet gone to the Boltons side and convince them to fight for me.

I was to busy thinking about what to do that I hadn't noticed Naella walk in. She was standing in front of me.

"Naella? Why are you here?" I must have said it to harshly as I noticed her flitch. " I'm sorry, just a little bit on edge."

"It's okay, but you need to come outside." I looked up confused.

She didn't grace me with any explanations, she just walked back out the way she came. I stood up slowly and followed her out. People where gathered in the yard, surrounding a person.

I couldn't make out who it was until I got closer, only then I saw it. Red hair. I walked faster pushing the people out of my way until I saw her.

"Sansa?" I breathed out

She spun around, "Jon!"

I rushed to her a gave her a big bear hug. I thought she was dead. I eventually pulled her away and brought her to my chambers.