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Never had he ever thought that he will be betrayed by his own brothers.
Olly had stabbed him...'For the Watch', he had whispered as he has stared into Jon's grey depts...
He still could not believe that he had died and come back to life. All the things he once believed in with all his heart were now faded , a part of him was gone. Death had claimed it as a price for giving him another chance .
'Fate will test you', Maester Aemon had said when he had wanted to go to his family , to his brother , to his sisters...His Arya, innocent strong willed Arya, and Sansa , so much like her lady Mother, a Tully more than a Stark.
But he had stayed. He regrets it now. He was a fool to have stayed. He had come in search of honour,in search of a family who could look past his parentage but all he had found was betrayal and now his watch had ended.
He had died for the watch , he had kept his vows and now he was a free man.
And now he was walking out, leaving behind his brothers and vows.
He wanted to be rid of the cold icy feeling that now permanently resided in his heart, he wanted to feel warmth and love. He wanted Ygritte . He missed her strength and her passion. As he passes trees covered in snow and ice , he clings to the memories of Ygritte for warmth...'Kissed by fire indeed' he thinks to himself.
He is carrying supplies just enough to last him two nights and he needs to get to an inn before that. He knows the nearest castle is Winterfell and it is a days journey away. But he does not want to go to winter fell, there lie ghosts of times he would rather avoid, and now that the Boltons have it even the idea of looking at it repulses him.
No, he will not enter Winterfell ,but he will get close enough so he can find a place to rest.
Snow has started falling in the earnest now and Jon thinks that he has been walking for a few hours maximum.
He hears shouts and screams come from a few meters away, 'Please Stop!", 'Don't hurt him', 'PLEASE' screams a woman as a man screams in agony.
His first instinct is to ignore it, to walk away, but he remembers what his father's last words to him 'You may not have my name but u have my Blood', the blood of a Stark. What would his father have said if he could have seen his thoughts now?
The decision was made. He runs towards the noises with Longclaw drawn. As he approaches the site he sees a woman being bound by chains on her back shouting as a man is being kicked by four armed guards...Bolton Guards .
He had heard of how Roose Bolton had betrayed Robb and Catlyne , murdered them in cold blood and at the thought his blood boils and he charges at the guards like a man possessed, Longclaw cuts thru the guards like hot knife thru butter and it's all over in a few seconds as four dead or dying men lay across the frozen ground .
Jon looks at the bodies and sees in each guard his own face as he bleeds out into the snow , white turns red as life leaves the shell.
'There is be no Red Woman to bring you back this time, this time you stay dead.' he says to the men who wear his face.
He does not know how much time passes as he stares at the lifeless bodies, till he feels a soft touch to his shoulder .
'Thank you Ser.' says a voice broken and raw.
He turns , and he stills again.
'Ygritte'...he whispers and brings his hand up to touch her face.