I awake. My muzzle gone. I'm in a chair. The woman in red looking at Jon. I get up. I feel the fire. "Girl." I turn. Davos. "You can't take vengeance. Not yet you need to be patient." He says. I calm down. He's right.
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There a knock on the door. It's that asshole. The one who killed him. "It will end with their blood if I have any say in it." The fire in my eyes is clear. "No girl we must wait. Plan it out." I growl but more or less calm down.
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Night fall comes. "It's time ser Devos. Open the door and the brothers 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." Devos turns to us. "I've never been much of a fighter. Apologies for what you're about to see." We stand swords drawn. Devos uses Jon's. The door is being broken down but then they stop. We exit. It's the wildlings. They fight for Jon. "Wun Wun!" I call out he looks at me and smiles apologetically. Tormund meets with us at Jon's body. "I'm so sorry snowflake." He hugs me. He holds me tightly as I cry. "Have the men get some wood. Another body to burn." He says.
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I lay naked in our bed. It still smells of him. I hold a pillow close and cry. I can't sleep. I need to leave.
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(Devos)
"Should I get his wife?" "No she'll get in the way of it. She doesn't like this red woman." Tormund says.
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I ride. I don't know where. I bring Ghost with me. I have to take care of him. For Jon. I left a note behind. My eyes no longer able to produce tears. I'm weak. I'm angry. I'm tired. I'm alone. The love of my life. Gone. Just like that. I should have fought harder. I don't even care that they touched me and took me. I'd let all of them do it as much as they liked if it would have saved Jon.
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(Jon)
"My wife. Where's y/n!" I need her. Devos sits me back down. "What do you remember?" He asks me. "They stabbed me. Olly... he put a knife in my heart... I shouldn't be here."
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My eyes have finally flown tears again. The next morning. I start to think about where I should go. I have no family. Wait. I do. My sweet sister. The queen of dragons. I must find my stormborn sister.
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(Jon)
I see Edidison. I hug him. After he checks my eyes and asks if I'm still in there he tells me something. "Jon." He hesitates. "What is it?" I ask. I'm worried now. "It's about y/n." He says. I feel my heart strings tug at the way he says her name with great sorrow. "After they killed you Jon..." He stops again. "What Eddie. What did they do to her!?" He looks me in the eye. "Jon some of the men took it upon themselves to rape her. They dragged her away. Put a muzzle on her so she couldn't scream and they bent her over the table so she could gaze upon your dead body as they fucked her. She ended up passing out after the 6th man. Who knows if there were more after him." I feel the tears well in my eyes. The anger in my soul. "These men. Where are they." "We sent them away." "What about my wife. Where is she?" "She left Jon." Tormund says. "What do you mean she left?" "Your death was too much for her to handle and she said this place reminds her of you to much." "Do you know where she went?" "No. Non of us do."
