you huffed as you followed behind the wildlings, hands bound together as they pulled the two of you with a rope. you mentally cursed jon for getting the both of you captured. who knows if you two were going to come out of this alive?

you sighed, weary of the wildlings. jon noticed this and scowled at no one but himself, he had gotten himself and his childhood best friend captured by the free folk. "I'm sorry," he muttered, avoiding eye contact with you.