Ten days later [day's version]

It's been ten days since you had arrived at the Wall.

And suffice to say, the reactions to your arrival has been very egregious. The very moment you had stepped out of the cart, suspicious looks were cast from your new "Brothers" that left you biting at your supple lips and hugging the robes that did little to stave off the biting cold just that bit closer knowing that some of them, perhaps even many, were murderous scum. That terrified you far more than you could admit. What were you, a lone, dainty dyke being lead through the snow along with other captives to meet the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch supposed to do amidst a pack of starving wolves?

It didn't help that as soon as you were out of your robes and wore more appropriate clothing for the type of environment you were in did the mens questioning gaze turned to one of obvious desire as their eyes irresistibly roamed down to the generous swell of your feminine hips, and a large heart-shaped ass that'd make a whore green with envy.

You remember squirming a bit at the feeling of their gaze. A terrible mistake. The motion of your legs only served to stir their blood with something indescribably fierce, unaware at the time at how seductive your legs looked rolling over the other. At that moment, you truly felt that they might pounce on you before the Lord Commander Bowden Mormont himself fortunately appeared, his distinctive aged locks as white as the wintry snow, and ushered you away just in time to swear an oath of brotherhood alongside the captives and young lords who have willingly took up the black, mayhaps for some altruistic cause or due to their poor chances of ever inheriting anything from their noble houses.

Whatever the reason, you decided that you ultimately didn't care for it—you all took the oath just the same in that eerie woods aptly called the Haunted Forest, and that was how your life of harsh training and periodic vigil atop the freezing walkways on The Wall began, as a watcher.

That was where you are now infact.

You hissed in irritation, the air between your gritted teeth coming out in white wispy haze as a rush of cold breezed past, damning you to a pathetically shivering state despite the heavy cloak around your shoulders and the padding beneath your armor. Deciding that enough was enough, you inched your seat further away from the open window slits that you were supposed to overlook the harsh beyond out of.

This momentary decision lasted for only a few moments before you reluctantly inched slightly closer to your original spot.

The last time you were caught too far away from your post, the senior officers of the Nights Watch had a cut of your ration of food withheld as punishment after being dismissed with a severe reprimanding. You whimpered pathetically at the memory of laying in an uncomfortably hard bed, still famished after your "meal" which was more of a light supper if anything.

Never again, you promised that very night, never again.

After some time of doing nothing but watching the snow blurred sun dipping down at the horizon, the monotony was eventually broken when you heard footsteps crunching closer from behind you. You were still sitting on your seat, delicate chin held up by an open palm which was propped up by a leg crossed atop its opposite whilst you looked on in complete boredom outside. Before you could turn your attention towards whoever was approaching, you suddenly find yourself yelping in surprise as your hands hastily shot up to grasp at your cloak which was lifted high up behind you, and your heart fell upon hearing a familiar sounding chuckle which was followed by a low whisper that you scarcely heard in your panic.

You didn't need to hear all the sleazy details however, for this wasn't the first time that such an incident occured, and so with a firm yank on your dark furred cloak you whirled around with an open palm, ready to strike at your perverted visitor. Heedless of who they may be, although you already guessed who the perpetrator is.

"Relax, relax there sweet thing." Richard laughed as your palm swatted at cold air, wild raven mane dancing in tune with his sudden motion as he stepped away just in time before his hands found its way around your wrist as you attempted to strike again.

"Seriously lad, I was only having a bit of fun at your expense. Surely you can understand? It gets quite boring out here after all."

"Oh cry me a river, Richard." Spatting venomously at your unwelcomed visitor, you tugged at the arm caught within their vice grip and found to your displeasure that it wouldn't budge.

"Sevens, would you please let go?"

"Would you promise then not to hit me?" Richard inquired with mirth, stubbled skin around his mouth curving upwards as the man smiled. You had to resist the urge to groan in disgust when the prick didn't even hide how he repulsively admired the lower half of your body as he had always done before.

"Fuck you." Your midsection burnt with indignant fury when he merely snickered at your snap reply.

"Are you propositioning me sweet thing? Cause with an ass like that, I wouldn't at all mind."

Again you pulled at your arm, hoping to find some sort of purchase against the impromptu restraints around on your wrist and upon finding nothing of such, you finally snapped. The history between you both had with one another fueling the animosity you've been suppressing ever since Richard had first spoken to you.

"Listen, I've had a long day just sitting here freezing my balls off with how cold it is. I'm sorry that you're so needy for some action. Gods know how horrible it must have been for you back home to be so **** as to turn to sword swallowing, but your antics are not at all appreciated." The scathing words snapped to a vicious hiss, in tandem to your darkening expression.

"So whatever it is you're trying to do today? Pack it up and leave before I report you again to the Lord Commander."

"The Lord Commander." You couldn't help but bristle in your place at how unperturbed Richard looked as he rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his tone as the word 'commander' was drawled, flinching back when he suddenly invaded your space by leaning forwards, a salacious grin scything across his noble features before mockingly remarking "You know... With how much you've been invoking Lord Bowdens authority to get your way I'm starting to suspect that you have a thing with old crows at high places."

"WHA-" You were about to exclaim but are almost immediately cut off when your oppressor unexpectedly wrapped an arm around your waist all and pulled you close, forcing you to focus in an effort to stave off the rising heat upon your cheeks.

"And that hurt you know, what you said." He blankly muttered, his face inching closer for every one that you made to maintain the remaining distance between you two. "All I wanted was just to come here and greet my favorite brother all friendly-like until you had to spoil the moment with such verbose cruelty. Seriously, can you be any more obtuse about it?" Richard scoffed, his clutch on you tightening whilst your faces were now so threateningly close.

Cold winds bellowed pass the window slits behind you, sending the edge of both your cloaks swaying, but even so it did almost nothing to diminish the sudden warmth that you would normally appreciate in this god awful weather were it not for the fact that the source of such heat was also entirely unwanted.

"And by the way, for the record, I assure you I was QUITE the charmer back home. You should have seen me then, I bet you'd even like me were it not for the dreary scenery."

"Y-y-yeah right-" You inwardly cursed yourself for the initial stutter "-you and what charm? You better let me go now Richard or I'll... I'll scream for help!"

infact, and you knew this from his disposition towards the rest of Night's Watch you've sworn to call as your sibling-in-arms, the ingrained arrogance to those born into a higher station that small-folk like you and the appearance which he so shamelessly used in the past, thinking it'd be enough to sweep you off your feet. He still deferred to those above him, but only just, skirting the line between a good brother of The Wall and a tiresome troublemaker, and above all else, he is a superb bane to your existence. More so than any other.

You had many who would call themselves your suitors, some did in a mistaken belief that you're a woman in disguise. Those shirked around from your presence the moment they learned the truth, thankfully. But there were a great others many who remained persistent regardless of your apparent gender. Pitiful men, you assumed, so deprived of attention from the fairer sex that they were willing to slake their thirst on anything that remotely resembled a lady, and often did you have to viciously deny their affections.

Never before had you seen so much carved gifts of varying degrees of quality in your life, you noted despondently. The gesture would have been nice, were they not meant for more a more lascivious intent.

But out of all of them, Richard is the worst offender. Perhaps it is because he's still unused to not getting his way once the former noble had set his eye on something, you do know that he's one of the more recent arrivals who've taken the Black, willingly or not. But his determination to hopelessly woo you was nothing short of legendary and is one of the major reason as to why you've developed a reputation for sucking up to the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch, for the amount of times you've stepped into their office to report the raven-haired scoundrel was astounding when one considered the fact that you have only been here for a little over a week or two.

But that was besides the point.

"Scream?" He asked, clearly making a show of tilting his head in mock question "Now doesn't that sound nice. You know... There aren't any watchers left patrolling this part of The Wall, most of them are currently down at Castle Black breaking bread with the rest of our brethren."

You could feel your heart drop as he went on. That means...

"We're currently alone, you and I, so no one will even know if you did." Richard finished, his breathing grew more labored as the man buried his face deep into the crook of your neck, oblivious to how swiftly you began to pale when your worst fears were confirmed.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this? Do you? Cause I have to say, you're a hard one to catch even at the best of days."

You gulped when his hand snaked down to cup a handful of your plump derriere through the thick clothes you're wearing underneath the scale-mail armor. Your immediate thought was to try your luck a third time and strike against him, but a single kiss on the neck had you blank out almost immediately at the sudden, and very new, feeling of pleasure.