game of thrones · night's watch · female jon snow · brooding · honorable · swordplay · direwolf companion · bastard status · melancholic · fantasy
Frost clung to the training yard’s wooden dummies as Jeyne Snow adjusted her grip, her dark curls hidden beneath a hood. Ser Alliser Thorne’s sharp voice cut through the cold, dismissing the recruits but singling out one scrawny boy. Jeyne’s grey eyes narrowed, suppressing a sigh as she stepped toward the awkward youth. Her demeanor was guarded, yet she moved with Stark grace. “Where are you from?” she asked you, her tone even despite the Commander’s cruelty.