Beyond the Wall

Since getting inserted into this body, Lyonel has seen many things he would never have imagined. But the lands beyond the Wall made even those seem timid in comparison. Everything over here, from the **** cold, to the dark woods bearing down on you oppressively, to the white winds howling in your ears, all seemed to give the same message, over and over again; LEAVE!

All in all there were ten members in their little group. The first three were seasoned rangers, led by the First Ranger himself, Jon Snow. The man looked even more miserable than usual, and it doesn't take much to figure out why. Rumours have been spreading all over Castle Black about the overnight relationship Lyonel had stuck with the Wildling beauty, and most of them were of course of lewd nature. Ygritte herself didn't help the matter, saying extremely provocative things whenever Jon is near. Lyonel felt a bit bad for the man, but in the end it was Jon's own choice to abandon the gorgeous woman for a life of cold misery.

After the rangers came four new recruits who decided to swear their oaths in front of a Weirwood instead of a sept. They looked nervously around the dark woods while gripping their swords, all the while pretending none of that fazed them.

Then came the last three. Lyonel sat atop his dark stallion. Keeping a respectful distance behind him was his personal guard, Will Hill, the bastard of Fair Isle. He was a skillful and loyal soldier, and if someone made fun of his rhyming name they wouldn't be able to do it again cause his mouth would be filled with broken teeth. Of course, at first everyone wanted Lyonel to take a large group with him, but that didn't suit his needs and eventually they relented, agreeing that a smaller group would attract less attention.

And beside Lyonel was the fearsome Spearwife and his most recent conquest, Ygritte. Lord Commander Jeor Mormont had taken all the necessary steps to make sure that the Wildling, who now had valuable inside knowledge about the Wall, wouldn't run away. While all others rode on horses, she has been given a slow moving mule, whose reigns were tied to Lyonel's horse. A large cloak of a Night's Watchmen hid her figure and it's hood covered her face. It wouldn't look good on the Lord Commander if he allowed a recently captured Wildling go beyond the Wall, even temporarily, and so for the majority in the Watch, she was disguised as just another black brother, escorting the prince beyond the Wall.

Ygritte was the only one who seemed at ease, looking on at the woods fondly, as if saying goodbye to her childhood home. No matter what he does, Ygritte is a free woman, and the wild land that she looks at with so much wistfulness would always be a part of her. But now, there was a different part of her, calling her South to be with something else; namely, Lyonel himself.

Ygritte caught him watching, and gave him a reassuring smile. Then, her smile got considerably more coy. The wildling shook her head, until a clump of hair was hanging in front of her head. The bright red locks were stuck together by something white and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what it is. And then, opening her mouth, she swallowed it. Lyonel stared with mouth hanging open as Ygritte shut her eyes in and hummed in pleasure, while a single drop of re-liquified cum dripped down her chin. Then she opened her eyes, spat out her hair (now unstuck and wet) and gave Lyonel a wide grin.

With a painfully large boner at the sight, the prince quickly looked around. Fortunately, the rangers and the recruits were quite a bit ahead and Will was behind a respectful distance, giving the new lovers a bit of privacy.

Ygritte peered over and looked at Lyonel's massive boner bulging out of his trousers and asked in her most innocent voice, "Is that because of me?"

Lyonel grunted. Finally he found a downside to his extra large equipment; with breeches made for significantly... smaller men, any boner he gets would basically be crushed. "Slut," Lyonel whispered.

"Well it's you who turned me into one," Ygritte shot back defiantly.

Lyonel had to laugh at that. No matter what he said, this girl always had a comeback. After a while, his mood turned a bit more serious. "You really shouldn't do such things," Lyonel chided. "Not with him around." he nodded at Jon Snow. The prince had a lot of things planned to do with the Wall, and antagonizing the First Ranger would be most unhelpful.

Ygritte though, only snorted in derision. "I am a free woman. Just cause we fuck doesn't mean you can order me around like some Southern lady."

"Is that so?" Lyonel asked with a grin. "Then maybe I should find myself some obedient, Southern lady the moment we cross the Wall."

"If any of them try to take your magic cock away, I'll carve their eyes out with my knife. What would you do then, poor princeling?"

"I would swat away that silly little toy you call a knife, put you on the bed with her and show you the pleasures of fucking another woman."

That made even Ygritte smile for a moment before a slow smile spread over her face. "My, aren't you a wicked one? And here I thought all you Southerners were pious sheep, bleating whatever your septons feed you."

"Most are," Lyonel admitted. "That makes it all the more fun when you show them what sluts they really are."

At that, Ygritte laughed. Not the dainty, tickly laugh a Southern lady would do behind her hand, but a throaty, hearty one that made Lyonel feel warm and the woods a little bit menacing for the rest of their journey.

Eventually, they reached the Weirwood grove. By that point it had started snowing, which made even Ygritte frown. Summer snows are common over here, but they were supposed to be brief and light, though this snowfall was anything but.

"Alright lads," Jon Snow said, climbing down his horse while attempting to form a smile for the sake of the recruits, and failing. "It seems that the weather has turned against us, so let's make it quick."

The recruits knelt in front of the largest tree and started saying their oaths. Meanwhile, Lyonel was inspecting the rest of the grove. The Weirwoods around here looked even more dark and ancient than the one at Winterfell. No wonder a more superstitious people started worshipping these trees.

Ygritte followed him closely. "They don't have Weirwoods like this down South?"

Lyonel shook his head. "They were all cut down long ago."

"No wonder you Southerners are weak, with no gods there to look out for you."

The prince smiled at the simplistic answer, before continuing and inspecting the trees. One particular tree caught his attention. Smaller than the rest, it's red eyes were what's most remarkable. Rather, the eye. One eye had been closed by the snowfall. The face on the tree looked remarkably like Bloodraven's something that Lyonel really didn't want to think at the moment.

However, the single red eyes fixed on Lyonel hypnotically, and he couldn't look away. And that's when it happened. One moment he was standing in grove, and the next he was standing in a dark cavern.

BEWARE! A now familiar voice said.

"What?"

LEAVE!

"Bloodraven?"

Again, the sound of his name made the sorcerer silent for a second. YOU ARE AN UNEXPECTED NUISANCE, PRINCELING. BUT YOU CAN BE OF USE YET. AND THAT'S WHY I'M GIVING YOU THIS WARNING NOW; LEAVE!

And just like that he was back. The prince looked around dizzily. The rangers were now congratulating the recruits, oblivious to what happened, while Will and Ygritte were peering at him with concern, the latter holding on to his arm.

"Is everything alright, my prince?" Will asked.

"I'm fine," Lyonel said quickly. "We have to leave."

"What do you mean Lyonel?" Ygritte said with concern. Was this the first time she called him by name?

"We have to-"

And then, the world turned white. It turned out to be a snowstorm. That's what Bloodraven was warning him about. But this was a snowstorm the likes of which he had never seen. It had come from nowhere, and engulfed everything nearby.

Lyonel had never felt so lost. All of his senses were lost to him. Everything in his sight was the whiteness of snow. All he could hear was the cruel winds and all he could feel was all-consuming cold. Only one thing reminded him that a world beyond the snow existed; Ygritte's hand on his arm now became a lifeline for both of them. Lyonel tugged on it, and with some difficulty, got her close to him. They hugged each other, the only warmth in a world of cold.

The two lovers tried to find the others, but to no avail. They called out to the rest, but could barely hear each other even while standing next to one another. They walked through the heavy snow, thinking they heard someone, only to find it was nothing. Eventually they stopped in a place where the snowfall was less heavy (under a tree, maybe?) and hugged each other, trying to wait out the storm.

But now that his mind was free, all Lyonel could do was think was what the hell is going on. Was this the White Walkers? They could control the weather like this, couldn't they? If it was Walkers, they were fucked and Bloodraven's warning as well may have been for naught. Even if they were able to fight, only Jon had the necessary weapons to ward one off. Yet again, maybe this was a natural phenomenon, a freaky accident of nature that happens in this corner of the world. Lyonel wanted to ask Ygritte, but his words would only get lost in the wind. All he could do now was to wait out the storm.

Lyonel didn't know that he passed out, until he woke up. The snowing had stopped and a pale sun shone bravely. Lyonel looked around. Apart from Ygritte, he recognized nothing around him.

"You are up!" Ygritte said. She looked bad, but Lyonel knew he was worse... partially because when he opened his mouth to reply, only the sound of chattering came out. The worried Wilding took the prince's hand and breathed into it. Despite the cold, the compassion in the act warmed Lyonel's heart and he had to smile.

Ygritte reciprocated his smile sadly before helping him to his feet. "Come along Lyonel. I know a place where you will feel better."

The odd couple trudged through the snow, supporting each other all the while.