The Lost Lady (Jon Snow fan fiction)

Chapter 12

Hannah's P.O.V

We had a guest at Castle Black, a rather royal guest, Stannis Baratheon, the second oldest of the Baratheon brothers and the rightful heir to the iron throne. He'd surrounded the wildlings beyond the wall while Jon was trying to make peace, now Mance, the king beyond the wall refused to bend the knee and was being held prisoner.

Jon introduced me as we got back to Castle Black.

"Your grace, I'd like to introduce to you Lady Hannah of house Limeburn." Said Jon.

Stannis looked at me surprised.

"So it's true." He said. "You did survive the massacre."

"Yes I did, and this is where I've been growing up, at Castle Black."

"I have to say, you look so much like your mother."

"Oh...thank you...your grace."

"I apologise for turning up unannounced but my men are weary and tired and need a place to rest before we march south to Winterfell."

"You're travelling to Winterfell."

"To claim it back from the Boltons so the Starks will have a home again."

Jon smiled and bowed his head.

"Thank you, your grace, I'm sure my father would be very grateful for what you are doing for our family."

"And you may stay here at Castle Black for as long as you need your grace." I added.

"Thank you, M'lady. But maybe I should speak with the Lord Commander about it."

I chuckled. "Um...I'm currently acting Commander your grace."

"You? M'lady?"

"I'll explain everything further in my office."

I explained everything to Stannis and he fully understood, I also let him stay in Commander Mormonts old chambers as it was the best room we had, the Red Priestess Melisandre was given the room next door, I don't know who she was to Stannis at the moment, advisor, friend, lover, the way she looked at Stannis and the way she spoke to him made me think she was his lover, but I noticed her looking at Jon the same way which I really didn't like, we've only just gotten back together we don't need any more problems.

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Jon tried to persuade Mance to bend the knee for Stannis, but he was stubborn, and he cared too much about his people, he would much rather die than bend the knee to a Southern king.

We all gathered in the courtyard as Mance was brought out to the platform, I stood next to Jon and slyly slipped my hand in his squeezing it gently.

Melisandre stepped forward as she was about to light the fire, I didn't pay much attention to what she was saying as I was looking around at everyone, I couldn't help but notice Sir Alliser was stood with almost a joyful look on his face.

As the straw and the wood slowly caught ablaze, my eyes began to fill with tears, yes this man was a wildling, and he did have Jon as his prisoner for a long time, but he managed to get Jon back to me, and he was uniting the wildlings together, in order to march them South so they could survive the winter, now his honourable work was to be all for nothing as it burnt with him.

The flames licked higher, they were now reaching his feet and I could see a clear look of fear and terror in Mances eyes, he began to struggle against his ropes as the heat rose up around him. Jon let go of my hand and stormed back indoors, I didn't blame him, this was starting to become too much for me, Gilly buried her face into Sam's shoulder as she couldn't bear to see Mance suffer, Mance was trying his best to hold back his cries of agony but I could tell it was becoming too much for him to control, just as he couldn't bear the pain any longer, an arrow came from above us into his heart, I looked behind me and Jon was stood there holding my bow, I looked back at Mance as he slowly slumped to one side as the arrow stopped his heart, I looked up at Jon and smiled as he glanced down at me before disappearing again.