Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

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*Naella POV* 

I was standing next to Tormund having casual conversation, well as much of a casual conversation you can have with Tormund. He kept talking about this type of drink of sour goats milk that really gets you buzzing instead of wine but like any sane person I passed. Our conversation ended when Jon walked over with a familiar face.

"Sir Jorah Mormont? What are you doing here?" 

"Naella Targaryen, I came on behalf of my queen. She wasn't really up for the idea of you all going beyond the wall so I offered to come along."

"She doesn't trust us, does she?" I was angry but didn't really show it. 

"No that is not what I said." He panicked a little. 

"Yeah sure." 

"Alright, anyway we should head out." Jon said as he walked up next to me gently rubbing his hand up and down my back to calm me down. 

We all agreed and the gate was opened. Jon and I led the way as the rest followed. It was colder then what I remembered as if the wall kept back some of the cold. I grabbed the furs and wrapped it tighter around my self and slipped my hand in Jon's.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just does it seem colder then usual." I tilted my head to my own question. 

Jon chuckled a little, " Of cause it is, it is winter Naella." 

I felt my face heat up, of cause why didn't I think of that. Trying to hide my embarrassment I turned my face away from Jon and looked down to the snow we walked on. 

Jon laughed again before bringing his hand under my chin lifting my face to look at his again. "Look at me my love." The blush on my face grew darker, "You are so cu-"

"OI! NO LOVE BULLSHIT! YOU ARE MAKING ME SICK!" Tormund screamed. 

"Shut up ginger!"  I yelled back. 

"What you call me white haired bitch!" 

"You heard me!" 

"That's it!" 

He ran forward and tackled me down into the snow. He then took a massive handful of snow and shoved it into my face. Laughing at his childishness, I pushed my stomach up pushing Tormund off me. Acting fast I jumped onto him with a hand full of snow and did the same. We laughed for a while everyone around us who new what we are like laughed but for the new meat, they mostly just looked highly confused. After our moment of childishness we carried on walking for a few minutes before we where cut off by Sir Jorah stopping. 

"Sir Jorah?" Jon asked confused. 

"Look." 

We looked down and saw a massive spiral in the snow made of rocks and dead corpses. "Well that's morbid." I whispered. 

After a few seconds Jon's head snapped up, "Hear that?"

I stopped moving and listened to the silence, but it wasn't silence there was a weird noise.

"Walker..." I looked to Jon. 

"Hurry we need to find it." 

We rushed in the direction of the sound and found that there was a small group of them walking towards the direction we came from. Jon looked to us and nodded telling us to get ready. I pulled the spear off my back and waited for the signal to go. Jon nodded and we ran forward taking them down except one. It didn't take long to kill them, the hound wrapped the one we left 'alive' in the rope we brought along.