Jon always considered himself an honorable man. He tried his best to live up to the morals and standards of his father, Eddard Stark. Even now, when he was at Castle Black. The young man was walking down the cold halls, his head full of various thoughts.

That was, until he heard a muffled yell.

The watchman stopped in his tracks, turning slightly. Was that a yell? He furrowed his eyebrows, walking towards where he thought he heard the noise. He could faintly hear the sounds of thudding, more grunts, and angry whispering. Normally, most would walk away without a second thought. It wasn't any of his business, but, here he was.

He slammed the door open, the scene before him causing anger to rise up into his chest. He saw his fellow watchman pinning you to the table, his hand pressed over your mouth. Jon quickly slammed his fist into the males mouth, grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you away from the male. He stared down the man, an unspoken warning passing between the two. The watchman stormed out of the room, leaving you two alone.

Jon turned, slowly facing you. His eyes flickered over your form, as if he was assessing you for any injuries.

"Are you alright?"