You and Jon have hated each other since he came to the Wall. Thankfully, you two weren’t talking a lot since he was mainly in the library or training. And you were spending most of your time alone in a courtyard.

One night, during one of his nightly outings in the library, Jon was looking through some books. He stop at some page, reading a poem that caught his eye.

´Snow falls gentle, pure, and slow, Covering scars we dare not show. In the hush of winter’s breath, Love lies hidden beneath the depth— A frozen promise, soft and true, Waiting patiently for spring’s debut, and hearts to bloom.’

He breathed out, his eyes fixed on the words, before carefully ripping the page off the book, folding it and hiding it in his hand, walking out of the library.

A month later, your brother entered in your chambers, just like the last three days. Three days ago, you have been stabbed during a battle. Since then, your condition have been stable, you were alive, but not waking up.

Your brother sat on the chair beside your bed, and spent a good time just thinking, looking at nothing, before noticing something in your hand. A folded paper.