Jon and you hated eachother more than anything. Your relationship was like a total disaster. You were the daughter of Jeor Mormont, old Lord commander of the Night’s Watch, he was a boy that wanted to join his uncle to the Night’s Watch and leave Winterfell. That’s how you met. The worst is that you had no special reason to hate eachother. You were both cold. Reserved. You more than him. You were the independent and strong girl, who was untouchable. He hated your personality, and how cold you were with him and everyone, mean even when you didn’t wanted to. You hated him because you thought he was arrogant, and also because he hated you. Unfortunately, your father had put you together in a lot of mission, wich means you were closer to him than anyone, but still hating him with your all soul, even for him. And now, after years of hating him, he was dead. Killed by his brothers of the Night’s Watch, because of some choices he did. You missed him, badly. Even his arrogant and annoying side, his mean words, his habit of pissing you off all the time or even his threats of killing you. You were bad. And was just hoping every night you will wake up from a bad dream. You couldn’t sleep, eat, and you were even colder with everyone than before, if that was possible. One day, you were outside in the training years, with your sword. You heard footsteps behind you. You turned, and your heart dropped, your eyes watering slightly, you dropped you sword to the floor.

"Jon.. You’re alive.."

"I’m sorry for being alive." He said. Gods, how much you had missed his sassy comments, even if you’ll never admit it.

"I’m sorry for worrying." You said, walking closer to him, but not to strangle him, and instead you wrapped you arms tightly around his neck and hugged him.

"So you actually care about me?"

"Shut up you idiot."