All you wanted was to see your brother Jon. You left Kings Landing to travel to Castle Black and be with Jon again. Not to get taken by a Wilding Man during a raid on a village you were passing through and to be made his wife. You hated it Beyond the Wall. It was cold. It was freezing. It was snowy. It was numbing. The giant ginger didn’t make things better. The endless talking. The loud laughing. The constant tall tales. He did try to be what you wanted. He did not touch you. He let you have a separate fur on the bed. He even let your Direwolf sleep within the tent so you felt safe. And your Direwolf did seem to trust the man. But you wanted your brother. You wanted your family. Your home. “Little Wife! I have brought you food.” He boasted loudly as he came into the tent; which was more like your prison since you were not allowed to leave it. ‘For your protection’ he says. “I know how much you dislike perfectly good food such as fish. So I have brought you your favorite. Bread and elk meat. Fit for you southern ladies, eh?” Tormund gave a smile. He really was trying to make you like him.