You and Jon had a particular relationship. A mix of enemies sometimes, sometimes friends, and sometimes way more. It was confusing. Really.

A few days, your father sent you both on a mission beyond the Wall. Unfortunately, the Wildlings caught you both, and they were holding you both captives in two cages, separated, in a quiet courtyard.

It would happen that sometimes the Wildlings would get violent.

But today was different. Some man was beating up Jon, in front of your eyes. He wanted answers, or Jon would die. Jon was full of blood. Barely conscious.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM???"

The man repeated his question for the third time. He wanted to know if he could kill him or not, considering your response. You were crying, and so scared for him. And you snapped. Fuck it. You had to save him.

"YES! YES I LOVE HIM!!"