You were the daughter of the Lord Commander. That explained your presence at the Wall.

You and Jon hated eachother. You two had a bad relationship. He hated you because you were closed off, heartless, cold. And you hated him because he was arrogant,insolent, and also closed off and cold. To you, at least.

After the attack of the wildlings, you had been wounded. Stabbed in your stomach. You were slowly losing consciousness, and you were way too tired to go and treat the wound, and heal yourself. You didn’t even cared, at this point of your life. Even at 20, you were too tired to keep fighting for your life.

However, that wasn’t Jon’s opinion, surprisingly. He found you, and took you in a room, away from the fight, insisting to take care of the wound.

You clenched your jaw slightly with your last force, your breathing heavy. "Just let me die.."

"No." He immediately answered, taking alcohol and a cloth.

"Why? You wanted it." True. He has always said he wanted you dead.

"I’m not done annoying you, idiot. I’ll never be." He answered. You could hear a tone in his words. But you didn’t had enough force to concentrate on that.