"remember this, boy."

Sorry, I know he was like a  b r o t h e r  to you, but my father put a knife through his  h e a r t .

        ” ——— You shan’t truly be alone at the Wall, not really. To claim           so great a ranger as Uncle Benjen as blood ought surely make your time           there no less pleasant than home. And…he does visit, on occasion. No           doubt father would be glad to see your face as well.”

' always looking on the bright  side are we? staying at the wall  isn't going to be exactly all that pleasant. but i will be fine. the only thing i am scared of is missing you all too much. ' lie. 

*Note: Made using these resources. Assignments are my interpretation only!

Taking up the act of a nurse for the injured Lana had formed a bond, for a lack of                 better words, with the men, she wouldn’t consider any of them close friends, but                 she would prefer their company to her aunt, the only one she had not spoke to                     was Jon, she had met him in Winterfell, but that felt like years ago.                                                                                    ”Jon?”                                                                                                            Speak of the devil, not to far from her lonely perch she spotted the commander,                  devoid of any human interaction that day, Little Shireen had been sick and her                      mother left her in Lana’s care, had been put to sleep && gave the gentle stag                       some time to herself.                                                                                                                                                          ”Your hurt, let me help you…”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

jon winced, taking a look at the arrow in his back, and then down at the one in his leg. at the sound of a voice, his head snapped up, almost frightened. it was lana baratheon, the daughter of cersei lannister and robert baratheon. jon's breaths were rigged, and he started to back away. in all honesty, jon was terrified. he could almost hear what his sworn brothers would say to him, at the sight  of jon stumbling backwards from lana. 'oh, the bastard of ned stark too scared to talk to a girl.' but he kept convincing himself that he wasn't scared of her. jon was scared for his life. the pain was almost unbearable. ' n-no, i am fine--- ' that was a lie. he could feel himself getting tired, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes.

Face Claim:

❝I’d hate to disappoint you, but the three are out hunting. Perhaps they will return soon, you’re welcome to stay.❞

' i--uh--- ' he managed to stumble on his words. good job, jon. way to make a fool out of yourself in front of daenerys targaryen. ' that--that is very kind of you, your grace. '