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Ygritte looked at the girl who was peacefully sleeping. Breaking into her house had not be easy. Damn the Night’s Queen for cursing her all those years ago. 

Yes, Ygritte had died at the battle. Yes, Jon Snow had burnt her body but none of that matter when there was pissed off Night’s Queen. If she had felt cold, she would have been pissed to have woken up in the middle of nowhere naked. 

That had been centuries ago. Ygritte had survived the Long Night but even if she hadn’t, she would have come back to this. She had tried to rid herself from this curse, even if she wasn’t exactly sure what the curse was. 

Then she had seen her...herself but not her. An exact mirror image of herself. So Ygritte couldn’t help but follow her. Was this what she was suppose to do?

Her toe made contact with the bed post, stubbing it. “FUCK!” She yelled. Oh gods, what a mistake was that. “No, no, no. Don’t you dare start screaming.” 

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     The last thing she remembers is the gentle crackling of the fire lulling her into a light sleep, curled in her furs amongst the shadows of the trees. But the fire has long since died and while immediately she isn’t certain what has awakened her, she feels eyes on her. Raya Mormont is not an idiot, and so she doesn’t move - she listens. Tries to hear footsteps, twigs breaking underfoot, anything that might help might give he a direction. Sleep still cling at the recesses of her mind and she forces it away, fingers curling beneath her cloak to clutch the knife hidden in the folds beneath.

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Was it the girl’s wild manes of hair that had drawn the boy? Or her frank manner of speech? Or her simple freedom of ways? Was it Lyanna in him or Rhaegar that drew him to a Wildling, that made him lose his heart, to err so entirely? For no matter how he might claim otherwise, her stepson had indeed erred. 

Not that this girl would ever admit that either; she was strong and confident and bold...and cock-sure. Catelyn had barely spoken two words with her and already she knew that well enough.

“Hearing tales of a person is quite different from the meeting of them....so you are the Free Girl who holds Jon Snow captive?”