WIN OR DIE || Game of Thrones

The Wall

We leave Winterfell at eleven. Somehow mother had managed to weasel doubt into fathers head about me going to the Wall.

"I will only be gone for a while, you will only just have arrived back at Kings Landing and I will get there" I told him again and again. He was acting like an old woman with all his worrying.

"Still, I don't like the thought of you going there" father replied. After I managed to get the doubt out of his head I left as promptly as I could.

We trot on but Benjen and Jon stay behind to say goodbye to Ned.

"So, you like him" Tyrion says when we get just out of earshot.

"What? Did Jamie tell you? That little shit—he promised not to tell anyone!"

"About you and Jon? He hasn't said anything. However I do have eyes and ears. He is better at hiding it but he likes you too. Do yourself a favour and forget about it. You are a princess and he is to join the Nights Watch" tyrion says.

"Mind your own business," I snap.

"Love always ends in heart break" Tyrion says. As if he knows anything about the subject. And I don't love Jon, seven hells, I've only known him for a few weeks.

"What am I supposed to do then? My life will inevitably be wasted with some miserable lord to be ridden like a horse whenever he pleases. I'm scared that I will cling on to these last few weeks and that they will haunt me for the rest of my life."

"You know king Robert will never marry you to someone you don't love." Tyrion tries to reason with me.

"He is drinking and whoring himself to an early grave—I need to marry before he dies or Joffrey and mother shall choose my husband. They will take a lot of pleasure in finding me the most horrid husband in the Seven Kingdoms. I have been trying to think of a possible match for myself for quite some time. My options are; Loras Tyrell—he's fucking Renly almost every other day so that would just be weird. Then there is Trystane Martell—I don't like the heat of Dorne because I swear like a sponge, Edmure Tully?nope. Robyn Arryn when he comes of age? He literally is still at his mothers breast at six years old, who else? Just other lords but those are the main ones"

"Robb Stark?" Tyrion suggests.

"No"

"Very well. But I'm sure everything shall turn out alright. You worry too much. By the time we get to the Wall and back to Kings Landing you shall have forgotten all about him."

"I doubt it." I sit in silence listening to Tyion prattle on all day. That night I lie down and close my eyes but open them again seconds later. Jon's face is illuminated by the firelight. He has his eves closed and looks like a god.

Seven hells, I need to stop thinking about him immediately. If I don't it will be too late and I will never get him out of my mind. I decide I am not going to think about him any more.

As expected I fall asleep thinking about Jon Snow.

We get up at first light and continue riding. The days pass by and before we know it the Wall comes into view.

Finally we ride into Castle Black. The new recruits have gone to be shown their rooms and then meet the Lord Commander. Tyrion and I go to him first.

"Your grace, my lord, it is a pleasure to have you here" he says. His face is harsh but his eyes are kind. In truth, I am glad you are both here, winter is coming after all and the Wall cannot hold back what lies beyond, please sit." We sit down opposite him. This sounds sinister.

"What do you mean? Wildlings?" I ask.

"Yes. There are tens of thousands of them are grouped somewhere in the Frostfangs. But there is a reason they are going south. This winter will be long and hard but never have wildlings grouped like this to escape it. We do not have the resources or men to man the Wall. Not only wildlings, but there have been rumours of the dead walking."

"What do you mean by 'the dead walking '?" My eyebrows furrow.

"Dead men with blue eyes have been sighted in the woods. Less and less rangers come back from their rangings. The wall was built for another reason than keeping the wildlings out."

"Are you asking us to believe in grumpkins and snarks?" Tyrion asks.

"I will speak to my father when I get back down south. I'm make sure he sends men and resources."

"Thank you your grace. You are both probably tired from the journey. Let my steward bring you to your chambers." The steward comes in and we follow to the Kings Tower.

"You don't truly believe that there are white walkers?" Tyrion asks before going into his room.

"I'm not sure what I believe in," I go into my room and fall onto my bed. I promptly fall asleep. The sun rises early the next day and excitement bubbles beneath my skin. While waiting to go to the top of the Wall with Tyrion I soar a little with Jon. He's good but I am better.

The new recruits around us clap when I win. I hand the sword to another boy and step back. "What is your name?"

"Grenn, your grace."

"You have a go against Jon" I tell him and he steps into the centre. They spar for a minute but Jon manages to bash him in the nose. Grenn stumbles back with blood spewing down his face.

"Seven hells Jon!" I exclaim and go up to Grenn. "Here" I hand him my handkerchief.

"Thank you your grace" he goes to hand me back the handkerchief.

"Keep it, you need it more than i do" I turn to Jon. "Why did you whack him in the head like that?"

"I'm sorry," Jon said to Grenn who just turned around and walked away.

"Morgy, I'm going up to the top of the Wall now, want to come?" Tyrion said. I hate that nickname. It's stupid and embarrassing. I much prefer 'Ana.'

"Yup." We enter the metal cage. It starts to go up and fear climbs up my chest. "This doesn't seem too secure"

"Yes, it would probably be better if you didn't keep looking over the edge. Also, I congratulate you on distancing yourself from Jon Snow the last few days." I hate his sarcasm.

"Piss off."

"I just don't want you to break your heart. But if you do wine is always the best medicine."

"No it isn't, I'm not ending up like father." The door opens. Salted tunnels are hollowed into the ice. The view is spectacular. Light snow sprinkles down from the heavens. Tyrion ruins the special by urinating off the edge. He finishes and turns around to face me..

"I have always wanted to see this before I die, ever since I was a little boy." He sighing. We stand at the edge for a few minutes before the cold gets too much and we have to go back down.

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Jesus I am literally so tired. Hope you have a great day❤️

~kate