*Game of Thrones Fanfiction* No one would quite understand the power of love the way I did. If revealing a secret to protect your loved one meant that you had to die, would you? Or would you keep it hidden so you could live instead? For me, neither option was pleasing, but we were already living in misery and time was running out. I had to make a decision.

Do you know what it’s like to die? To feel your life slowly drain out of you? To have your eyes close and you fight and fight to keep them open that little bit longer, praying that someone will find you… save you before it’s too late? I do. I died. I laid in the ice of the North with snow falling around me, staring up at the white sky. I was hungry, tired, thirsty and weak... and no one came. Not until it was too late. I was dead. But then... I wasn't.