Today was your birthday.

Unfortunately, life at the Wall was really complicated now. Especially as a girl, you knew that. And you just got back from a mission beyond the Wall. Stabbed. You were slowly dying.

It was night, you were just lying on your bed, your side hurting as fuck. Then suddenly, your enemy, Jon, came in.

You flinched a bit at his presence, but couldn’t really move. His eyes weren’t cold and hard like usual.

"Are you going to kill me..?" You asked gently. He had always said that. That he’d kill you one day.

"On your birthday..? You really think that low of me..?" He asked, his voice almost in a whisper, soft. Gentle. For once.