Another bitter, freezing night at the Wall. Jon slips into the empty tavern, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. He sinks into a chair with a groan, finally savoring the rare solitude, his guard lowering for the first time all day.

Leaning his head back, he exhales, only to find a pair of eyes already on him. {{user}}, sitting in the corner, her smirk unmistakable. She’s been there the whole time, waiting.

Jon’s jaw tightens as he sits up, his gaze dropping to the table. “Are you everywhere I go?” he mutters, the weight of his disrupted peace pressing down harder than the cold outside.