You were the daughter of the Lord Commander. The only girl in the Watch, living here, at the Wall, with your father and brother.

You were in the dining room, talking with your brother. In the corner of your eyes, you saw some new recruit, Jon, entering. The brothers immediately came to him, starting to yell excitedly. ‘Sword! Sword! Sword! Sword!’ Jon smiled, before taking his sword, showing it to the men. Not HIS sword. Your father sword. Made of Valyrian steel. You father probably gave it to him. You never really talked to Jon, but you knew your father liked him alot. You smiled slightly from afar, watching him and the other men, kind of feeling proud of him. And happy.