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Holding himself steady against the rocking of the ship, though it could hardly be called that as it was barely more than an oversized fishing vessel, that was sailing across the aptly named Bay of Ice, Ser Daemon Sand watched as his new home slowly grew larger as the waves and wind pushed them closer and closer to the lone island. The island was covered in old, gnarled oak trees that towered into the sky while at their base bushes and moss-covered grey stones littered the ground. And as if to show how the island got its name, he could spot a family of bears wading through the cold waters near the rocky shores.
Turning his attention away from the bears, he focused on the wooden port town that the skiff was slowly pulling towards. 'It has natural beauty…just like almost everything in the North and the lands beyond the Wall,' Daemon thought as he worked to see past the cold and to what was truly there as he began making out the men and women of Bear Island on the docks before them. 'And it is my home now. My home by choice.'
Feeling a hard hand land against his shoulder, Daemon fought against stumbling forward as the imposing form of Lady Maege Mormont came up beside him. "Starting to regret your decision, southern boy?"
"No," Daemon answered firmly, a habit that he'd picked up during his time with the Lady of Bear Island and the giants as they traversed the northern side of the Wall.
"Good," Lady Mormont smirked, slapping him again on the back. This time leaving a bruise, he was sure. "Keep that strength going, boy. We'll turn ya into a proper Northman yet."
Taking the compliment for what it was, Daemon straightened himself up even further as he noticed a specific grouping that had gathered on the dock. Five women, ranging from his own age to perhaps the same age as the young Stark boy. But it was the eldest that called—no, that demanded—his attention. Her dark hair flowing in the cold Northern air. The way that she stood, strong and proud. But most of all, the way that her arms were holding a bundle of cloth close to her person. He could tell the moment she spotted him as her entire posture went from a relaxed stance to completely stiff. 'Did Lady Mormont not inform her that I was coming?' Glancing back and seeing the smirk that was on the she-bear's face, he knew that was exactly what happened.
"Bloody Northern humor," Daemon muttered as he realized that no matter what he did, there was going to be quite the scene soon, at his and Dacey's expense.
Once they were close enough to the dock, the few men on the boat threw their ropes over to the dock hands, who quickly worked on securing the boat to the dock. Lady Mormont was the first to step off, leaving Daemon hurrying to keep up with the larger woman whose single stride was almost equal to two of his own. As they walked, he noticed something amongst the smallfolk that stood in stark contrast to what he was used to. The people of Bear Island were not kneeling to their liege lady as she passed them by. Sure, they showed her respect. But it was little more than a slight bowing of their heads before they immediately went back to work.
As they drew up close to the five women, Dacey took a step forward, separating herself from the others. Her eyes flickered briefly to his own. Her cool grey-blue eyes were filled with so much emotion; joy, hope…and fear. And as he noted her tightening her hold slightly on the bundle in her arms, Daemon felt his heart sink. 'I knew coming here that the people of this land have a poor opinion of those of us from the south. But is it so bad that even Dacey, a woman who I have shared my bed and heart with, would think that I would take a child from its mother's arm and leave?'
"Daughters," Maege said loudly, greeting all the women on the dock.
"Mother," Dacey greeted the larger woman back, her eyes constantly flickering back and forth between himself and Lady Mormont. "We heard there was a battle in the North against the wildlings. And we grew worried when we received no word from you."
"Blah, just some up jumped wildling fucks that thought taking on the North and the group of wildlings led by Mance Rayder would be a good idea while Nox was with us. Fuckin dead idiots. Good fight though," Maege shrugged. "Though you were right, Dacey. That sorcerer certainly is something else. If he wasn't married already, I would've dragged him to the first bed, or dry patch of ground, and kept him there till I had another daughter growing in my womb. And speaking of…I've brought something, or rather someone, back with me. Someone I know you are all-too-familiar with, daughter."
Daemon wasn't given a choice on a graceful entrance as Lady Mormont roughly grabbed him by the arm and all but threw him forward. By the time he managed to catch his balance, he was perhaps less than a hand's width away from running right into Dacey and the bundle she was carrying with her. "Um, it's…good to see you again, Dacey," Daemon said awkwardly as he righted himself, only to stop dead in his tracks as the bundle in Dacey's arm moved with a light cry coming from within its confines.
"Aye…you as well…Daemon," Dacey replied, her cheeks stained lightly red as she shifted the bundle in her arms.
"Daemon, as in Daemon Sand, sis?" the next eldest girl behind Dacey asked, nodding her head towards him. "So, this is the southern twat who put a child in you. Well, you could've done a lot worse, sister. But I still want to see if his cock is indeed as lar—"
"Alysane!" Dacey hissed, turning her head towards the other girl, who was smirking widely. "Not now!"
The newly named Alysane laughed, as did a few of the others who were close by, but Daemon paid none of them any mind. To him, in this moment, there were only three people on the island. Dacey, himself, and their child that was in her arms. Taking the last step needed to reach her, Daemon caught Dacey's attention as he held out his arms. "May I?"
Dacey hesitated only a moment before turning the bundle around so that he could see into its depths. Laying snug within the confines of the blankets was perhaps the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his entire life. A child. His child. His little girl. Her hair was dark and already covering her entire head. And she looked just like her mother, save for her slightly darker skin. Taking the infant as carefully as he could, Daemon smiled down at the child as she opened her eyes, the same eyes as her mother, and stared up at him.
"Hello, little one," he cooed, which to his delight made the girl giggle, or burb he wasn't sure which. "What's her name?"
"Elana."
"Elana," Daemon repeated, savoring the name on his lips as if it were the finest of wines. "A good name. A strong and beautiful name. Just like our little girl."
Looking up, he found Dacey staring at the two of them intently. The corners of her eyes moist with tears threatening to fall. "How…How long do you plan on staying on Bear Island?"
Licking his lips, Daemon handed his daughter back to her mother. "I take it your lady mother has not yet told you then."
Frowning, Dacey turned her attention away from Daemon and towards the towering form of her mother, who was currently holding the youngest of the girls up in her arms while staring at the two of them. "Thought it would be better to hear it in person," Lady Mormont answered with a shrug. "This southern twat is actually made of better stock then the lot we're used to dealing with. When I told him of Elana, his first action was to beg dismissal from Prince Oberyn's service so that he could travel to Bear Island and be a father to his daughter. Permanently too, I might add. When I asked why he thought I would let him anywhere near you again, he said that if I denied him, he would simply build a house on the edge of the Bay of Ice near to Bear Island so that he could be near to the both of you. While we were north of the Wall, he showed some grit. Didn't bitch once about the cold nor about sleeping on the dirt. And he's not half bad with that sword or that spear of his. Of course, I figured you'd already know just how good he was with his 'spear', eh, Dacey?"
Dacey turned towards him. Hope was written clearly across her face. "Do you mean it, Daemon? Are you…Are you truly willing to sacrifice everything you have to be here?"
"Aye," Daemon nodded, the northern word sounding strange on his tongue, but not in a bad way. "My father never really took a great interest in me. And for you and Elana…I would sacrifice everything to be with the two of you."
This time the tears fell from her eyes as Dacey closed the gap between them. Opening his arms, Daemon grabbed hold of Dacey while being mindful of their daughter nestled between the two of them. His eyes closed as he leaned his head down the last crucial bit and connected with hers. Daemon knew that he had made the right choice the moment their lips touched. He would miss his life in Dorne. He would miss serving with Prince Oberyn and spending time with Arianne and the Sand Snakes. But this? This was where he truly belonged: with his arms around the woman he loved and their daughter.
"Well, save some of that shit for later you two!" Lady Mormont boomed, breaking the two out of their daze as they were quickly reminded of just where they were at the moment, which was to say on the dock in front of hundreds of eyes. "Someone dump this southern twat in a ice bath and find something decent for him and my daughter to wear. I want the both of em made presentable and before the weirwood by sundown."
"What?" Daeomn and Dacey said at the same time as they both stared in shock at the matriarch of House Mormont.
"Did I stutter you two?" Lady Mormont asked with a smirk. "Do either of you have a problem with marrying the other? Dacey, you've been moaning about this boy in your sleep for weeks, even while you were giving birth. And you boy, don't pretend I couldn't hear you at night when you thought everyone was asleep. Now, are you two going to go before the godswood on your own? Or shall I drag you both there by the ear like the pair of errant children that you are?"
"It's – It's not that," Daemon said quickly as he glanced at Dacey. Breathing deeply to try and steady himself, Daemon went down to one knee before the woman who'd borne his child and took her hand in his own. "Lady Dacey Mormont. I am but a humble man with little to offer you-"
"No flowery speeches ya, southern boy!" one of Dacey's other sisters yelled, making Daemon wince as he looked up into Dacey's eyes.
"Dacey, will you do me the honor of allowing me to become your husband? I will stand by your side now and forever. In the court and on the field of battle. This I swear, before the gods; old, new and on Mother Rhoyne."
Dacey's smile was all the answer that he needed, but the words still warmed his heart and soul. "Aye, Daemon, I will take you as my husband, now and forever."
"Good, that's settled then," Lady Mormont announced before turning and raising her voice for all to hear. "Break out the good ale! We got a wedding a new man amongst the she-bears to celebrate! Time to show this southern boy what a true celebration is all about!"
When she was a little girl, Ygritte had often dreamed about the so called 'castles' the elders would talk about around the fires at night. Like all the other children amongst the Free Folk, they would joke and laugh about how weak the kneelers were that they needed to hide behind walls of stone. They would laugh about how the keeps must've been the kneeler's way of trying to compensate for their wee cocks by building something impressive and massive. But those laughs would always fade when the cold came, and they were forced to do whatever they could to find warmth to stay alive. On those days, the talks of the kneeler's 'castles' turned from jokes to envy. And just like almost all the children amongst the Free Folk, she had vowed to herself that she would one day step foot in one of the kneeler castles. And now…now she was standing in the middle of Winterfell, the home of the wolf lords and the long-known Kings of Winter. And all that she could think was that the stories of the ancient fortress of the wolf lords that she'd heard throughout her life were all greatly, greatly under stating the sheer size of the place!
She could still recall her first sighting of a 'castle' a few days south of the Wall. Or at least what she thought was a castle. But to her surprise, and mild humiliation, Jon and the kneelers explained to her what she'd thought was a castle was not a castle at all. But rather something called a windmill, whatever in the gods that meant. But apparently, they were common. So much so that one didn't even need to be some fancy kneeler lord to claim one of the stone structures. In truth, she didn't fully believe Jon after he told her that. She'd never seen anything like that before besides the Wall. But now, now that she was standing in Winterfell… Now she fully understood just why Jon and the other kneelers laughed at them calling that 'windmill' a castle.
Winterfell was massive! The stone walls, while not as tall as the Wall itself, were taller than any other structure she'd ever seen in her life! There were the households, she believed Jon called them, within the confines of the walls. Not leather canvas tents patched with animal furs to keep out the cold. But stone structures that people lived their lives within. And then there was the warmth. It was so warm within the walls of Winterfell, warmer than it should be. When she gave voice to these thoughts to Jon, asking him if there was some fancy magic at work, Jon just shook his head. Apparently, the man who built this massive castle built it atop of hot springs. And not only did he do that, but he also somehow managed to build this place so that the hot water from the hot springs flowed through the stone walls like blood flows through the body. And recently, the sorcerer had apparently figured out a way to 'tap into' the hot water and created a series of…hot baths in the big round keep next to the huge tower that honestly looked like a cock no matter how hard she tried to tell herself it didn't.
Shaking her head, Ygritte continued her stroll around the grounds of Winterfell, marveling at the ancient fortress that she now found herself in. Her walk had started near the place the kneelers called a 'godswood' this morning after leaving her room, which was another oddity that she still hadn't been able to understand. Her 'room' was a space that was within one of the massive stone buildings that was large enough for a family of five Free Folk to easily live comfortably in. She'd asked where Jon's…room was. But the kneeler girl who'd led her to her space just pointed towards the large tower shaped like a cock and told her that he slept there. She'd then told the girl that she would sleep there, but the kneeler denied her. Saying that only those who were given approval by Lord Stark and Lord Nox could have a room in the tower. While part of her wanted to scoff and go there anyway, she held herself back. As Val told her constantly…they were kneelers now. At least for now. Thus, they needed to follow the ways of the kneelers. And truth be told…she really did not want to cross the sorcerer. Not after having seen him using his powers beyond the Wall.
Passing by yet another gathering of kneelers who were carrying boxes, Ygritte stopped her walk and stared upwards at the tower that rose high over Winterfell. 'Fuck it,' she muttered to herself as she began making her way towards the base of the tower. 'Jon is in there…and I'm his woman. Ain't no reason why I shouldn't be allowed with him!'
Getting to where she could see the access way to the tower, Ygritte began running through what she would say when she finally caught up to Jon, only to stop in her tracks as she watched a group of four women leave the tower. Two she knew, two she didn't. And it was the two that she did know that caused her blood to boil. 'So, I'm not allowed in the tower…but she is?! Jon claimed me… Sure, he might have intentions to claim her as well…and perhaps that might not be so bad… But why does she get to see him and not the one he's already stolen?'
Resolved not to let her get away with…whatever it was that woman was thinking she was doing, Ygritte pulled herself up to her full height and marched straight for the group of women, her sight set on the one who was in the lead. Her approach didn't go as unnoticed as she'd hoped as one of the other women, a yellow-haired girl, noticed her and said something to her target, making the woman turn around towards her. The woman smiled at her—smiled! And dipped her head in greeting. "Fair morning, Ygget, is it not? If you are here to see Jon, then I'm afraid to say that you've missed him. We broke our fast together and then his brother Robb and the ward Theon took him away to be groomed for the festivities tonight."
Ygritte ground her teeth in frustration as she stared at the woman. "Me name is Ygritte. I know and can say yours right, Arianne. The least ye can do is say mine correctly."
From behind her, the one girl that Ygritte did recognize as the daughter of the spear wielder Oberyn, Obara, took a step forward in a challenging manner. "You will watch your tone, Ygritte. Princess Arianne is heir to Sunspear and future ruler of Dorne. And you will show her respect."
Ygritte waved Obara off. "I give respect to those who earn me respect. I know you, Obara. I know your father and I respect ya both. But her, her I don't know. And yet she thinks she has the right to try and steal Jon. Not a quick way to earn respect, tryin ta steal who is already stolen."
The grin slid off Arianne's face as she took a step forward, putting her so that there was less than an arm's reach between the two of them. "I knew Jon long before he went north and ran into you, Ygritte. If anyone is intruding on an established relationship, it is you. But we in Dorne are rather more…openminded than others in the Seven Kingdoms. Something that we apparently share with you Free Folk…or rather former Free Folk. So, tell me, why should I let you into what is forming between us?"
Ygritte was losing ground, and she didn't like it. From one side of things, she could see where Arianne's thoughts came from. She did know Jon first, and the fool had told her that he had feelings for Arianne before coming north of the Wall. But the fact remained that he stole her first. Not Arianne. Granted, they might not have completed their coupling yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she wore down his resolve. "And what do ye have to offer him?" Ygritte asked, taking a half step closer to Arianne. "Ye don't look like ye got much meat on yer bones. And your hands are soft. Bet ye ain't never had to fight for anythin in yer life, always just had to ask and men would be trippin over themselves to see to yer every need. What strength do ye have offer Jon? How do ye expect to stand by Jon's side when ye can't even stand on yer own?"
This time it was Arianne who took a half step closer as Ygritte held her ground. "You have no idea of my strength, Ygritte. In a pure test of martial prowess perhaps you would get the better of me. But that is assuming of course I would even let such a thing occur when I can but snap my fingers and have a hundred spears vying for your blood. You say I haven't fought a day in my life, and you are wrong. Perhaps I never had to physically fight, but I have been fighting my entire life for what is rightfully mine to claim. And as for me not being able to stand by Jon's side…"
Ygritte had but a moment's warning. Little more than a slight tingling on the back of her neck. Trusting her instincts, she shifted her body and twisted herself just in time to dodge what looked like a ball of…water of all things to pass right where her head had been. Pushing with her foot, Ygritte closed the distance between herself and Arianne in a blink, putting the two nearly chest to chest as Ygritte held a closed fist just over where Arianne's heart would've been. The three girls behind Arianne all looked like they were about to jump in, but the dark-haired girl held them all back with an open hand. Smirking, Ygritte tapped Arianne on the chest. "Had I had my dagger, Princess, ye would be dead. And yer…magic wouldn't be able to save ya."
Her smirk faded though as she felt a light tapping on the back of her neck. Arianne's dominant hand had come up behind her when she'd closed the distance and was poised right at the base of her neck. "And I can say the same…wildling. Don't think that just because you managed to get close to me means victory is yours. Assassins are commonplace in some circles that those of my standing walk amongst. And guards can only do so much. So, my father and uncle made sure that I would be able to defend myself should I need to."
Looking up into the dark-skinned woman's eyes, Ygritte expected to find something like fear from the pampered princess. But instead, what she found was…excitement. And…And something else she didn't necessarily recognize. Or rather she did…but she'd just never seen that type of look directed at her. At least, not from a woman.
"And what, pray tell, is going on here ladies?"
Arianne immediately stepped away from Ygritte as if she'd suddenly caught fire. Turning, Ygritte quickly found the source of the voice that'd put a stop to her. Standing just at the base of the stairs leading up into the tower was another dark-haired woman, her hair tied into a tight braid and slung over her shoulder. She was dressed almost all in black, just like a crow. Though unlike a crow she had bits of dark red scattered amongst the black. And on her chest, she wore a gold wolf's head maybe half the size of Ygritte's fist. 'Wonderful, another pampered kneeler woman who thinks she can tell me what to do just because I am of the Free Folk.' Growling at having her claim disrupted, Ygritte turned her frustration on the woman. "And who the fuck be you?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the three girls that'd been following Arianne all gape at her, while Arianne herself just sighed and shook her head. The older woman however didn't seem phased at all by her, instead she just smirked and shook her head. "Well…this is a bluntness that I have and have not missed."
Stepping up beside her, Arianne motioned towards the dark-haired woman. "Ygritte, this is Lady Nyra Nox, Stewardess of Winterfell and lady wife of the Northern Sorcerer, Lord Alim Nox."
Ygritte's blood went cold as she stared at the suddenly imposing woman standing just before her. 'This…This is the sorcerer's woman? The one who was strong enough that the sorcerer decided to steal her? Oh…shite.'
It was all Ygritte could do to stand her ground as the woman approached the two of them. The woman's cool eyes went back and forth between the two of them. "Do I need to ask you both again?" the woman said, her gaze as cold as ice as she beheld them both. "What is going on here?"
"Just a minor dispute over the meaning of strength, Lady Nox," Arianne replied smoothly, surprising Ygritte slightly as she'd half expected the 'princess' to blame everything on her and run like most weak kneelers.
"I see," the sorcerer's woman said simply. "I advise the both of you to be mindful of where you have such disputes. Neither Lord Stark, nor my lord husband, nor myself will stand for such displays outside of the training yard. Especially amongst guests of Winterfell."
"Of course, Lady Nox, it will not happen again I assure you," Arianne responded almost immediately before jabbing Ygritte in the side with her elbow.
"Hey! Wat – I – I mean, of course…milady. I won't start nothin outside the yard." Ygritte muttered as she rubbed her side where the princess had elbowed her.
The Lady Nox eyed each of them one more time before nodding. "Good. Then I wish you both a good day. Ladies. Princess Arianne." And just like that, the most intimidating woman Ygritte had ever stood before walked past them and towards the large buildings in the center of Winterfell.
"Shite," Ygritte breathed once she was sure Nox's woman was out of earshot. "I was wonderin what kind of woman the sorcerer would be interested in stealin. And now that I met her… Shite… Is she always so…?"
"Intense?" Arianne finished for her. "Yes. Though, one has to be when they are the wife of perhaps the most feared and respected man in Westeros. And perhaps even Essos as well."
Giving herself a shake, Ygritte turned towards the kneeler-princess. "So, where did da sorcerer find a woman like her?"
"Here in Winterfell actually," Arianne answered. "She was living as just another serving girl for the Starks before the sorcerer came to the North and took an interest in her. Those who are jealous of her say that she immediately went for the sorcerer's bed, which is how and why she rose to her current position."
"Ha, I doubt that all it took was a tight cunt and a nice pair of tits to sway the sorcerer," Ygritte snorted.
"On that we agree Ygritte," Arianne nodded. "Those that actually know her though know that their relationship did not start right away. And that Lady Nyra Nox had to claw and fight for every scrap of respect she's ever been shown. Even now that she's the Lady Nox she must keep proving that she belongs at the Sorcerer's side and not some other strumpet. Especially with what happened during their wedding."
Turning, Ygritte eyed Arianne. "And what happened at their wedding?"
The kneeler princess didn't answer her immediately, and when she did even Ygritte could tell that her words were chosen carefully. "A few disloyal houses in the North tried to assassinate the Starks and the Sorcerer on the night of their wedding. Their plan was foiled, but Lady Nox was severely injured and nearly died. And I will say no more on the subject."
Recognizing that it would be better for her not to press for more, Ygritte merely accepted her answer while continuing to rub at the still slightly sore spot the princess had struck with her elbow. "Maybe I was wrong 'bout ya."
"Oh?" the princess replied, turning towards her.
"Aye, ye ain't as weak as I thought ya were," she said, coming to terms in her mind that maybe, just maybe, that her and Jon stealin this princess wouldn't necessarily be such a bad thing. Plus, how many of the Free Folk could say that they stole a kneeler princess?
"Well, I suppose I can admit that you are perhaps not quite the useless barbarian I first thought you to be," the kneeler princess shrugged before giving Ygritte a look that she did not necessarily care for. "Tell me Ygritte. It's been what? A fortnight, perhaps two since Jon stole you? Have you truly managed to bed him yet?"
Ygritte couldn't stop the reddening of her cheeks and she was forced to turn her eyes away from the kneeler princess. Though her embarrassment didn't come from talking about fuckin, but rather from the fact that she'd failed to get Jon to dance beneath the furs yet. "No. And I be willin to bet that he ain't fucked ya either."
The stubborn princess didn't even flinch. "No. Unfortunately. Jon is far too honorable by half to do such a thing. No matter how much I want him to. Hells, I've done everything short of sending up signal fires between my legs for him and he is either too dense to understand or he doesn't want to 'dishonor me'. Noble fool."
"Aye, he is at that," Ygritte laughed. For some reason feeling slightly better that the kneeler princess Jon kept moaning about didn't have any more luck than her at getting her wolf beneath the furs. "The first night after he stole me, he got roarin drunk and couldn't get his cock up. Then the morning came, and I was with him willin and waiting beneath his furs with him…and he went running. And ever since then he might has well have put da fuckin Wall between us for all the luck I've had with gettin to him."
The kneeler princess smiled at her, then tilted her head and started looking her over. "When was the last time you bathed?"
"Bathed?" Ygritte asked, taken aback by the sudden change and lifting her arm to her nose to give herself a sniff. "I jumped in the river before we got ta Winterfell. Tried to drag Jon with me, but the fool couldn't take the hint I was given him."
The kneeler princess shook her head, then before Ygritte could protest, she had her arm hook through her own and started pulling Ygritte towards the large round building next to the Sorcerer's tower. "That simply won't do. Not with the wedding that is happening tonight. I think…Yes, I think that will do quite lovely. Nymeria, please send someone to my room and fetch the purple and the red from my dresser. And send someone else to find a seamstress. Ygritte is close to my shape, but it will need some alterations if it's to fit her properly."
"Wait – what are ye doing?" Ygritte floundered, looking around as she was all but helpless as one of the girls split off while Arianne led her into the round building. "Wha – What are we doin? And what is this weddin ya keep talkin about? Is that the fancy thing you kneelers do instead of stealin your partners?"
"Yes," Arianne nodded. "And it is also a cause for celebration. A celebration which you desperately need to be cleaned up for. Hence why we are heading for the baths now."
Ygritte ceased struggling as the kneeler pulled her along, mostly because she realized that despite her soft hands, she was actually deceptively strong. "I don need a bath."
"Yes, you do," the princess countered, her nose twitching in a manner that made Ygritte want to knock it off her pretty face. "And your hair is in desperate need of a comb and proper styling as well. Besides, this will give the two of us a chance to talk away from unwanted ears."
Blinking, Ygritte stared at the kneeler princess. "Talk about what?"
Jerking to a stop, the princess pushed open a door, revealing a large room with what looked like a hot spring of all things in the center of it. 'What da fuck? How did the wolves build a hot spring inside one of these…buildings? Did they find a cave or something and build around it? And it looks nothin like the hot springs that are north of the Wall.'
Getting pulled into the room, Ygritte turned from the large hot spring before her to the smirking kneeler princess. "We have quite a bit to still discuss, my dear wildling," Arianne said as she started to disrobe right as the door closed behind them, making Ygritte more than slightly envious as she saw the woman's curves. 'No wonder Jon moans her name at night.' "Like for instance, how are we going to break our far too honorable wolf?"