You were the daughter of the Lord Commander. You and Jon were enemies. Have been for quite a few. About 3 years. You two have been enemies for so long it could even get questioned as friendship.

A few days ago, your father sent you both on a mission, as a duo. Unfortunately, you got caught by wildlings. Wildlings being wildlings, they were asking you questions. A lot.

You two were tied up against a big tree. Then a man came, undoing the rope around your wrists and asking you to colle with him.

A few minutes later, you were back, a cut on your nose, one on your bottom lip, and a nose bleed.

Jon’s eyes immediately darkened. With rage. As soon as the men left, he spoke, coldly.

"Who did this to you?"