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She bathed by night, night was the only time she felt safe out of her leathers. The wind bit into her, sharp as any knife, snow swirling around her in clouds. That was good, clouds meant the watchers would be blind, and Danny, Danny would just be another shadow moving between the ruins of the Castle Black.
Black stones, black night, and all around her, her black brothers slept.

Let them sleep she mused, let them dream sweet summer dreams, of mulled wine, and hot days long past. It was always a risk slipping out at night, a fortnight ago, she had almost bowled over Iron Sides. Had he not been drunk, and she not thrown a fist full of snow into his face he would have caught her for sure.

And that was something Danny could never let happen. Never. The though quickened her steps as she moved from one shadow to another.

I’m just another flurry, a drift passing through, pay me no mind. She mouthed the words as she crested the last tower, from there to the pool in the ruins of the outlier was nothing but white drifts. As fast as she could, Danny eat up the distance and vanished into the shallow alcove of rocks surrounding the pool, and waited.

Only the wind howled, no shouts of alarm came from above, no calls from her brothers.

With stiff fingers, she unclasped the leather belts that bound her chest and freed her body of the boiled black leather. Peeling off her wools and lastly her small cloths, Danny slipped into the pool in a single smooth motion.

The water was biting cold, and she had to stifle a scream as it sank its claws deep into her. Through gritted teeth, she submerged herself, diving deep and letting the water wash over her. Each thrust carried her deeper into the darkness below, and each time she got a little deeper.

It had become a ritual for her, every time she bathed. The action took her mind off the cold, sharpened her senses, and gave her focus. Deeper, deeper, and deeper still, until it seemed her lungs would burst, did she turn and make for the surface.

She crested throwing her head back and drinking in the sweet cold air, filling her burning lungs and shaking the droplets from her eyes. Lazily Danny paddled back to the edge of the pool, the sense of cold all but faded.

The stars were bright out tonight, the Ice Dragon burned it’s pale blue and seemed to wink at her. Danny winked back. It had seen her bare half a hundred times, it was their little secret.

Darkness shrouded the castle beyond, where her brothers slept, she wondered.

What would they think of me, if they knew?

Would some singer make a song of it?

The though pleased her, a song about her. She would live on in legend forever, The Woman on the Wall, they would call her, she would be just as famous as Stephan Star Eyes, Or The Sword of the Morning, or even Black Robin…

'I'll never mourn Black Robin…

He killed my girl of four

The day they hanged Black Robin…

My son came home no more.’

She wished she knew the rest, but all she could recall was the dim memory of a singer plucking at her lute. It had been a very sad song, and near the end she had wept.

The cold was creeping back upon her now, its fingers pressing against the small of her back.

Another night, she vowed, pulling herself from the waters as she began to dry her fur. Another night, and then a day. With a final glance into the sky, Danny pulled on her leathers, and vanished once again into the night.

Prequel to: Do you think of me? and White Walker (Draft)

Description
She bathed by night, night was the only time she felt safe out of her leathers. The wind bit into her, sharp as any knife, snow swirling around her in clouds. That was good, clouds meant the watchers would be blind, and Danny, Danny would just be another shadow moving between the ruins of the Castle Black.
Black stones, black night, and all around her, her black brothers slept.

Let them sleep she mused, let them dream sweet summer dreams, of mulled wine, and hot days long past. It was always a risk slipping out at night, a fortnight ago, she had almost bowled over Iron Sides. Had he not been drunk, and she not thrown a fist full of snow into his face he would have caught her for sure.

And that was something Danny could never let happen. Never. The though quickened her steps as she moved from one shadow to another.

I’m just another flurry, a drift passing through, pay me no mind. She mouthed the words as she crested the last tower, from there to the pool in the ruins of the outlier was nothing but white drifts. As fast as she could, Danny eat up the distance and vanished into the shallow alcove of rocks surrounding the pool, and waited.

Only the wind howled, no shouts of alarm came from above, no calls from her brothers.

With stiff fingers, she unclasped the leather belts that bound her chest and freed her body of the boiled black leather. Peeling off her wools and lastly her small cloths, Danny slipped into the pool in a single smooth motion.

The water was biting cold, and she had to stifle a scream as it sank its claws deep into her. Through gritted teeth, she submerged herself, diving deep and letting the water wash over her. Each thrust carried her deeper into the darkness below, and each time she got a little deeper.

It had become a ritual for her, every time she bathed. The action took her mind off the cold, sharpened her senses, and gave her focus. Deeper, deeper, and deeper still, until it seemed her lungs would burst, did she turn and make for the surface.

She crested throwing her head back and drinking in the sweet cold air, filling her burning lungs and shaking the droplets from her eyes. Lazily Danny paddled back to the edge of the pool, the sense of cold all but faded.

The stars were bright out tonight, the Ice Dragon burned it’s pale blue and seemed to wink at her. Danny winked back. It had seen her bare half a hundred times, it was their little secret.

Darkness shrouded the castle beyond, where her brothers slept, she wondered.

What would they think of me, if they knew?

Would some singer make a song of it?

The though pleased her, a song about her. She would live on in legend forever, The Woman on the Wall, they would call her, she would be just as famous as Stephan Star Eyes, Or The Sword of the Morning, or even Black Robin…

'I'll never mourn Black Robin…

He killed my girl of four

The day they hanged Black Robin…

My son came home no more.’

She wished she knew the rest, but all she could recall was the dim memory of a singer plucking at her lute. It had been a very sad song, and near the end she had wept.

The cold was creeping back upon her now, its fingers pressing against the small of her back.

Another night, she vowed, pulling herself from the waters as she began to dry her fur. Another night, and then a day. With a final glance into the sky, Danny pulled on her leathers, and vanished once again into the night.

Prequel to: Do you think of me? and White Walker (Draft)