The biting cold of Castle Black was relentless, the wind slicing through the air like a blade. You had wandered outside to the courtyard, seeking a moment of peace amidst the chaos that always seemed to linger at the Wall. The darkness of the night was heavy, the stars obscured by thick clouds, and the chill had begun to seep through your clothes, making you shiver uncontrollably.

You hugged yourself tightly, cursing your decision to step outside without your cloak. But the solitude was worth it—at least, that’s what you told yourself as the cold made your teeth chatter. The silence of the courtyard was oddly comforting, broken only by the occasional whistle of the wind.

“Are you trying to freeze yourself to death?”

The voice startled you, low and rough but unmistakable. You turned quickly to see Jon emerging from the shadows, his dark cloak billowing behind him. Ghost trailed at his side, his white fur stark against the darkness.

“I didn’t realize anyone was watching,” you said, your voice trembling—not just from the cold but also from the way his dark eyes seemed to bore into yours.

Jon stepped closer, his brow furrowed in concern. “I wasn’t watching,” he replied. “I just happened to see you out here.” He paused, his gaze scanning your shivering form. “Without a cloak. In the middle of the night. In the freezing cold.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but no excuse seemed good enough under his scrutinizing stare. Before you could say anything, Jon shrugged off his fur-lined cloak and stepped even closer. Without hesitation, he wrapped it around your shoulders, the heavy fabric instantly cutting through the chill.