Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

24.

*Naella's POV* 

Night fell as we sat on the little stone island surrounded by the undead and the only thing stopping them from getting to us was the ice surrounding the island. I laughed to myself, who knew the thing that sent me to my death is now stopping them from killing us. The irony is gag worthy. What pulled me out of my thoughts was the sound of a scream right behind me. I jumped up so fast the world instantly started to spin.

"What the hell?!" I screamed, "Dammit, I forgot about that thing..."

Tormund looked at my bewildered face and laughed every so slightly

"Glad my suffering amuses you." I said with an annoyed expression on my face. 

The rest of the guys let of a light laugh as well, sending them all a glare I walked over and stood next to Jon as he looked around the lake at the enemy staring at us. 

"What are we going to do Jon? I don't think Zerrin or Arian heard me and who knows if the kid got back?" 

Jon sighed and looked to me, "We have to hope he did Naella, otherwise we are going to become one of them." 

His statement shut me up. He was right, the kid was our only hope. I sighed and slipped my hand into his giving it a light squeeze. 

"Your warm? I thought you'd be colder then the rest of us." As Jon said this Tormund stood up and walked over to us.

I shrugged, "Must be the dragon blood."

"Let me feel." Tormund then extended his hand and touched my other hand.

"You are warm! Come on take your clothes off you can keep us warm!" 

Jon instantly pulled me away from him and held me close, obviously to protect me from Tormunds perverted mind. 

I laughed at this though, "No I will do no such thing you idiot!" His shoulders slumped in defeat, "But you can hold my hand." 

His face light up,"-ONLY HOLD IT WITH YOUR HAND NO STICKING IT DOWN YOUR PANTS!" I yelled instantly realizing what he could do, which then caused the smile to turn into a slight smirk before sitting down with me next to him holding my hand in his.

He squeezed tight, shocking me slightly. I looked over to him as he looked at the undead, he's scared. I guess even the mighty Tormund can get scared. I squeezed back causing him to look to me. I gave him a slight nod which he returned before we looked back out to the sea of the dead. 

*Time Jump* 

It slowly started to light up again, and we where still stuck on this stupid rock. During the corse of the night it got a hell of a lot colder to the point where all the men huddled around me, as I was the only one giving of the slightest bit of warmth. Though I was surrounded by these men I had my hands under Jon's shirt and my face pressed up against his chest trying to give him a bit more of my warmth as well as to keep mine. 

The Hound, still don't know his real name, stood up making my eyes go from the dead to him. I watched as he stood up and walked over to the White walker we had tied up. He gave it a good kick which then made the others let out there groans and screeches which then lead to everyone standing up. Jon helped me stand up from my spot and pulled me into a hug before planting a kiss on my forehead. 

"OI I SAID NONE OF THAT!" Tormund screamed making Jon and I chuckle a bit before pulling a part. 

As I pulled away from Jon I noticed the Priest was still lying down. "Oh no." I whispered putting a hand on Jon's arm to make him look at what I am seeing. As Jon looked Beric bent down to his friend trying to wake him. When he finally realized he lifted the fabric that wraps him and draped it over his face and did a quick pray to the lord of light. Jon pulled away from me and walked to the Hound who was drinking, I'm going to guess a form of alcohol, and pulled it out his hands.