A Black Brother

You arrive at Castle Black, the Seat of the Lord Commander. Currently, that man is Jeor Mormont.

When you arrive, you are greeted promptly by Bowen Marsh, Head Steward.

“Greetings, Ser Harrin! I’m Bowen Marsh, Head Steward of the Watch. It’s not often we have anointed Knights take the black, even if they are criminals. Begging your pardon, my Lord.”

You nod curtly “Falsely accused, but I would prefer not to speak of it. What do you want me to do?”

“Very well. Firstly, you’ll need some of your armour replacing. Luckily most of it is black, but your surcoat isn’t.”

You nod once more and get to work.

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You are soon introduced to Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly, the three of you become close friends, though you and Jon spend more time together.

The three of you, along with Pyp, Grenn and the rest, are celebrating your month anniversary of arrival with some ale, when you realise that you haven’t masturbated or had sex since Falyse, a month and a half ago. You haven’t had much time with all the work you’ve done.

You look at the men around you, wondering if any would let you fuck them. Samwell Tarly and Pyp draw your eye, but you remember that there are whores in Mole’s Town too. Or you could remain celibate.