Jon was the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. You were the maester on the mission he and his men were in.

He was cold, but always nice to you. That’s why you appreciated him.

One day, you were on the battlefield, trying to avoid getting hurt or even stabbed. Killed. You were patching a soldier up, that got hurt. That was your job.

As you finished the bandage, you saw another guy approaching you, an ally from the Night’s Watch. He looked in hurry.

"My Lady, you are required at the other end of the battlefield. The Lord Commander got hurt."