A/N: Heh. You guys thought that I would end this story without a small nod to Jon, eh? Hehehe. Well, here's to you folks!

Epilogue

Jon

Vast, endless snow.

It was always so brutal and ruthless the way he had endured it. He had never seen the end of the flakes falling from the sky. And every drop of it was like a remembrance of his birthright. That he was and will forever be branded as Snow. He hated it. With every fiber of his being. He would sometimes stare at it in loathing for a copious amount of time, watching and waiting for it to melt before his very eyes, and disappear from his memory.

Just like what he was doing right now.

A sigh escaped from his lips, breathing shallow but tense. He never thought that he'd actually come this far. From the separation from his friends, from fighting a fellow member of the Night's Watch, from meeting the leader of the Wildlings, and then now, going back to Castle Black to foil Mance's plans. Not all of that. He was sure he expected himself to serve the Night's Watch faithfully throughout the rest of his years, devoid of his name that was cursed upon him.

But it wasn't entirely so. Now, he was formulating plots, surviving duels, and living out the harshly lifestyle of a Wildling. He didn't want any of this to happen… He wanted something… normal.

Another sigh.

Things were much simpler when he was just a recruit. There were expectations, sure, but he proved himself more and more each time he was put into the test. He was ridiculed for his birthright, shamed of his noble lifestyle, and sometimes being underestimated. He didn't like those things; he eventually had to strive himself to gain his notoriety, but it wasn't too complicated. It was mostly because he was guided. He was being taught. And most especially he was cared for. Not of the Crow Maester, or the commanders of the Night's Watch.

But it was because of her.

A small twitch edged in the corner of his lips, as his memories slowly started to unravel back again. She didn't know of it, but it was her that made his life a little easier in Castle Black. He could've imagined that even if she didn't exist, he would've done all of the things he did right at this point. But without her, it wouldn't have made any sense to him what he was doing at all. Because she hasn't done any of those to him. He didn't ridicule him for his birthright, but instead, he taught him that there were many interpretations of a bastard child's name. He didn't care about his noble status or of his name. In fact, he clearly remembered it as day the time that she mentioned him that he was a "Stark". And never did she tried to underestimate him. She clearly knew of his strengths, and some of his particular weaknesses, but she never tried to expose him of it.

She was also someone who understands his situation, but spoke nothing of it. He would only open up only when he wanted to, and she would hear him out. When there were things he didn't understand, she was there to explain it. Ultimately, she became a fragment of memory being a part of his life, and it was something that he could not simply get rid of. He had clung to her and he didn't want to let go.

She had been his anchor.

But now, she was gone. It left him a bitter taste in his mouth the first few days, but like her previous doings, she was still able to teach him something out of it. He didn't mean any of those things, and he regretted those decisions. He was ready to apologize and move on.

... But that wasn't the case.

There was still so much more that he wanted to say. So many things that he would like to explain. But he couldn't do that anymore.

He now often wonders what became of her. She didn't have a guide like he did. There would be no one that she knows that would listen to her, explain things to her. She might have been dead already, raped and abandoned. He felt like he wanted her to be safe and to be protected, as a recompense for his sins, yet there was nothing he could do.

Those thoughts ate him day and night. He would often wake up from his slumber, panting and sweating. Guilt tormented him. He would be conscious for days during his travels, thinking about her and only her. The good things that she had done for him, and the betrayal that he gave back. It was the first time that he had completely failed someone. All because he acted brash and reckless that one time.

All of thoughts confused him and at the same time angers him. He was slowly being pulled into his own descent again. A depth that he did not know existed. And he feared for his worse.

"Thinking of something again?" A soft yet crude voice spoke.

Warmth of arms enveloped him and his panic slowly started to flutter. His thoughts were starting to ebb again. He clutched the hand into his and didn't let go.

"Nothing." He stated.

Reality hit him, and he was brought back to the cave that she led him into. It was so dark inside, and you could never really tell if the two of them were alone or not. Least of all naked and tired.

"Snow." He muttered.

"Hm?"

"It's something that I was taught about a long time ago."

She looked at him this time, reading the face that he was showing.

From the silence, she let out a laugh.

"You know nothing, Jon Snow."

Her flaming red hair sat on his lap and she brought herself back to slumber.