He could hear the fighting outside, the sensless killing that never seemed to end here. Every day he was forced to train, should he not he was beaten or starved. Then he would fight and kill or be left to die on the sand. Everyday two would go out and only one would return. The first day he refused, he'd nearly had his head caved in by a large man from Pentos who cared little if Jon saw the right and wrong of the bloodsport he was an unwilling participant in. When it was over Jon had drove his blade through the man's throat and chased away death, even if it was only for a day. Now he waited, until a guard would come and bang on the cell door, ordering him into the pit. As he lay there on his hard cot he allowed his mind to wander to fonder memories, memories that kept him fighting, if only to see her again one last time.
Jon smiled as she entered the godswood, led by her father. He was seated in a wheeled chair Jon had specially built for him given the weakness of his legs. One of Jon's own Kingsguard pushed the chair yet Jon had eyes only for the woman that would soon become his wife. She wore a long, elegant gown made of thick cloth to shield her from the cold Northern wind. A shaw of fur protected her from the soft snow as it danced down from the sky. She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed, it was as if he couldn't believe she was real. She reached him and he took her hands in his, thinking in that moment he would never let her go.
He and Dae stood wordlessly in front of friends, family, the realm and the ancient eyes of the weirwood trees as was Northern custom. The septon took a strip of cloth called the wedding band and laid it across their hands.
"In sight of The Old Gods and the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words."
The old septon said softly. Jon and Dae had to hold back their smiles as they spoke in unison, their love emanting from each word.
"Old Gods of earth and water, of bronze and iron, of ice and fire. Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers/his and she/he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days."
They sealed their union with a kiss and the whole of The North rejoiced.
Yet now The North was far away, and Jon was alone. Dae was safe, he at least could hold on to that yet his safety stood on the edge of a knife, each day tempted death to come and take him. The gate opened and in walked the victor of the last bout.
Khal Jinn, everyone in the pits knew Khal Jinn. The massive Dothraki warlord had killed over a dozen men since they all arrived here, half of which was in the pits. The rest were for one transgression or another. Jon was grateful he had not been called to fight him yet. He knew it was a matter of time and on that day, may the gods be with him if he ever wanted to see his wife and family again.