Ella Snow and her twin brother are outsiders in the house of their father, Lord Eddard Stark. Ella has no one else in the world, except her brother Jon. Join Ella on her journey as she uncovers truths that could destroy her and those she loves.
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Tormund sat in the corner of his cell as Ella Snow and her giant beast sauntered over to him one afternoon. Her beauty radiated from every inch of her small frame as she sat in front of him, her wolf not leaving her side. Ella's sleek black dress hugged her in all the right places. And for once in the wildling's life, he was nervous. The man who slayed a giant and cut down men with one slash of his sword. The man who could rip a man's throat apart was terrified in the presence the little crow Ella Snow.
"Jon's been named Lord Commander," Ella informed Tormund. His responded with a single grunt.
Ella sighed. "Stannis offered to name us Jon and Ella Stark, our father's name. We'd no longer be bastards. Isn't that good news? I could finally belong in this world as a lady and not a bastard," she smiled at the wildling man. Again, Ella was greeted by silence. "Are you going to say anything? Anything at all?"
"I don't think changing your name will make you any happier, girl. And that beast of yours follows you around a lot," Tormund grunted, meeting the strange eyes of the lady crow. "I haven't seen ya since you killed Mance."
"You don't know what will and will not make me happy, Tormund. And as far as Asena goes, she wants to protect me, and I her. Most days it seems like she's my only friend," Ella said while stroking Asena's fur. "I have been trying to keep to myself as of late. And to be honest, I didn't know how you would receive me. Part of me thought you would rip my head off or shove a spear through my heart."
"Why would I want to get rid of ya, girl?" Tormund asked in a deep voice. His blue eyes not leaving Ella.
"Because I killed your leader," Ella whispered. She placed her hands in her lap and twisted them together. "You and the rest of the Free Folk don't have a leader, thanks to me."
"No," Tormund said, leaning forward, "we don't. But it was your arrow that showed Mance mercy, little crow. He died a free man, instead of a slave in chains. You showed the Free Folk a gesture of kindness that no crow has shown them. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked us."
"Well, I don't hate you," Ella gave her wildling companion a small smile.
"As I recall, the Free Folk are a bunch of savages," Tormund stated.
"I did say that, didn't I?" Ella grinned.
"I shouldn't have struck ya, girl," Tormund sighed.
"It's long forgotten," Ella waved him off. "I apologize for kicking you. And I'm sorry for leaving you the way I did. I know the Free Folk have a different way of life, and I'm sorry for not-"
"Oh, stop apologizing girl," Tormund grunted. "Everything is not your fault. Quit blaming yourself. You do that a lot, you know that, little crow?"
"You don't call me by my name," Ella scrunched her face. "It's always 'Little Crow' or 'Girl.' Never just Ella."
"Well, just Ella, you told me to never speak your name, or do you not remember?" Tormund eyed the girl.
