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Alyssa I Targaryen

Book : The Long Night

Chapter 13: The End of an Era

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Alyssa opened her eyes as the gentle rays of the sun began playing across her face through the windows of her bedchamber in the Red Keep as she laid alone in her bed. For a long moment she luxuriated in the warmth it gave her. It helped fight the chill of certainty that had settled into her bones.

"Today's the day huh?" She said in a whisper both verbal and mental to Ghost in his lair in the Dragonswood.

Yes, it is. Her dragon sent back solemnly.

"Then I must have my affairs in order." Alyssa declared as she pushed herself up and got ready for the day.

Alyssa intended to tour the Red Keep to do just that. She was still Queen however and so even as she allowed her servants to dress her still magically youthful body she had word sent to her current Hand, a grandson of Sansa and the Imp's going by Rickard Lannister, to let him know to handle the matters of state today.

Speaking of her sister and her husband. The two of them had actually come to like, if never truly love, each other over their long reign as Lord and Lady Paramount of the Westerlands even managing to produce three children during that time. Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, as the former sellsword who was the captain of their guard came to be called serving as their loyal protector all their lives and setting the trend of loyal service to the Lannisters of Casterly Rock for the House he founded, House Blackwater, for generations afterwards.

"Not that one," Alysssa said as one of her ladies brought over an overgrown in the latest Myrish fashions that were all the rage in King's Landing lately. "Bring me a Northern gown in Stark colors."

Today of all days, it is only fitting that I wear the colors of the House which raised me. Alyssa thought as the lady-in-waiting curtsied and hurriedly picked out a replacement overgown.

Thinking on her Stark roots, reminded Alyssa of the fate of Robb, Lyra and Stepmother. After the Second Long Night, Robb suffered none of the troubles caused by his bannermen thinking him too Southron that had been a constant worry of his as a child. His leadership in the war had earned him their loyalty, though he still actively reinforced his Northerness all the way till his death. And it was a happy death as he and Lyra had lived a fulfilling life that was marked by a gaggle of a dozen children. Children which Stepmother had spoiled rotten, if Robb's complaints on the matter were to be believed, till the end of her own life.

Though she had died with one regret and that was Arya. Much to Stepmother's eternal regret, Alyssa's wild little sister never did become the lady her mother dreamed she would be. Instead her youngest daughter had upon completing her training in the Braavosi Water Dance became a part of Alyssa's Queensguard wherein she would serve multiple terms of service. Even becoming its Lady Commander at various points and playing mentor to many of its famous members during those times.

On the personal level, her sister remained unmarried her whole life. She did however give birth to a bastard son named Brandon after their late brother. A child sired by a father she refused to name. It had taken Alyssa mobilizing Varys' little birds to learn of Arya's years long affair with a smith at Harrenhal before and during the man's marriage. Alyssa disapproved greatly, her sister could do better than a man who wouldn't marry her. Oh! She knew the issue lay with her sister in that regard but a man unable to convince her into a marriage just didn't deserve her. That didn't stop her from legitimizing her nephew though. The boy was her blood and blameless of his parents' foolishness, he did not deserve the burdens of being a bastard.

Speaking of Lord Varys, the venerable Master of Whispers surprised everyone by living to almost a hundred years and working all the way till he lay on his deathbed. Only handing over the reins of his hard won intelligence network to his protégé and one of Alyssa and Gwynesse's own grandsons whose mother had married into House Waynwood of the Vale named Daeron. However, despite the competence of her grandson, Alyssa had to admit that he was a far cry from the Spider in terms of his skill as Master of Whispers.

"How is it, your grace?" Joy Martell, Alyssa's chief lady-in-waiting and one of her great granddaughters by Mya, asked pulling her from her wandering thoughts.

Alyssa examined herself in the mirror and was satisfied. The dress with its Northern style and Stark colors was perfect, her hair styled as she preferred in flowing locks down her back was decorated nicely with subtle accessories shaped to look like Ghost.

"Perfect as always, Joy." Alyssa told her great granddaughter and earned a smile from her descendant that brought a smile to the Queen's lips as well.

After breaking her fast in the privacy of her rooms, Alyssa began her tour of the Red Keep and almost immediately her idle wanderings brought her to a display hall containing a host of gifts that had been presented to her over the years.

As she walked between the displays, a finely decorated bronze axe of Free Folk make caught her eye and she thought back on the fate of their creators.

After the Long Night, the Free Folk had mostly decided to stay in the Gift where they had been resettled when they'd been first allowed to cross the Wall, too haunted by their flight from the Others to want to return to their homelands. Many even had, rather ironically considering their people's long enmity with the brotherhood, joined the Night's Watch, to keep watch in case of the Others' return.

Some brave souls led by Tormund Giantsbane though had crossed back beyond the Wall in a bid to reclaim their homelands this despite Alyssa making it clear that they understood that doing so would put them beyond her protection. This suited these particularly free spirited Free Folk fine for as Tormund explained laughingly all those years go that with the threat of the Others passed, they saw no need to bend the knee to 'the Kneelers' any longer. So it was with a heavy heart that she let them go.

And if word from Beyond the Wall lately is anything to go by they are doing well enough. Alyssa mused as she turned away from the axe and her eyes fell on a set of Unsullied armor and she winced slightly. At least better than Aunt Dany's Unsullied did.

Shortly after the Battle of Winterfell, Grey Worm and Missandei had declared their intention to lead the majority of the survivors among Dany's Unsullied to the Isle of Naath, Missandei's homeland, with the intent to settle there among the Naathi and protect them from the slavers that regularly raided them. This in spite of the deadly Butterfly Fever that was endemic to the Isle and was fatal to most, if not all, outsiders. As a final tribute to her late Aunt and to honor their heroic contributions in the war, Alyssa had provided them the ships they needed and even sent along a number of Maesters, admittedly consisting entirely of those whose loyalties she was uncertain of, to assist them with coping with the Fever.

The results were mixed. The Unsullied suffrered severe losses from the Fever, but enough survived that they managed to establish a permanent presence on the island and had begun taking in some of the Naathi to train in their ways of war.

I wish more of them had stayed. Alyssa thought as she turned away from the armor and glanced at soldier in Targaryen colors standing guard nearby. He was a Dragongaurd, a member of an elite force formed to supplement and serve under her Queensguard. I would have been happy to have them in my Dragonguard.

On the wall next to the man was a Dothraki arakh made of Valyrian steel that had at one point belonged to a particularly notorious sellsword known as Caggo Corpsekiller and had been gifted to her by Rakharo to commemorate twenty years of friendship between the Seven Kingdoms and the Dothraki people. Said horse lords had mostly returned to Essos and the Dothraki Sea via ships she provided them where instead of splitting off into separate khalasars as many had expected, they had instead united into a new nation under Rakharo. One that despite its fractious nature lasted till this day and now dominated much of Essos.

The handful of Dothraki that have chosen to remain in Westeros had over time mostly integrated into Westerosi culture, using their mastery of the horse to revolutionize horse riding and their care in the Seven Kingdoms. Those that did not either eventually returned to Essos of their own accord or for those foolish few who tried to return to their old ways in Westeros were hunted down as the criminals they were before being dealt with accordingly.

As all criminals should. Alyssa thought as she stepped out of the weapons section of the hall and into the one that held the various paintings she had commissioned or had been gifted over the course of her reign.

As she entered the area, she was immediately drawn to a realistic portrait of herself and her wives that depicted herself seated on the Iron Throne surrounded by her wives in their own lesser thrones that hung pride of place at its entrance.

In keeping with the promise she had made to Elia in Winterfell during the Long Night she had married all her concubines in a lavish public ceremonies in front of the heart tree in the Red Keep's godswood and exchanged private vows in the name of Lord Nameless. And then went on to enjoy many years of wedded bliss that was made all the richer by their children.

Yes, children. As within a year of the end of the Battle of Winterfell, Alyssa had managed to develop a means to use her magic to conceive children by her wives, however even magic has limits and they all end up being daughters. Not that her wives minded.

Wives which eventually included Lyanna Mormont, who as an adult, as seen in the painting, had taken after her eldest sister Dacey and grew into a lanky woman with long features who was at ease both in a lady's garb or in leather armor. Stern to outsiders and fiercely protective, she more than lived up to her House's symbol of a bear. In private though, she was surprisingly sweet. This dichotomy made her perfect as the primary caregiver for the family's children, a role that she embraced wholeheartedly. Though she appreciated the fact that Alyssa and her sister wives found this dichotomy of hers incredibly amusing and teased her about it at every opportunity. Especially Shireen and Myrcella, who perhaps due to their close ages to her were among her sisters with whom she got along especially well.

Speaking of Shireen. Despite her Grayscale scars completely disappearing thanks to the application of healing magic, she was never beautiful even as an adult, but her warm and loving personality more than made up for it. At least it did for Alyssa and her sister wives. Though perhaps due to the great help that magic had done for her, Shireen had become deeply interested in magic. After the Long Night, with mentoring from Alyssa and access to her Tome of Magic Shireen quickly became a powerful mage. Specializing in healing and perhaps to be expected considering her heritage as a Stormlander lightning magic as well. Skills that she used to help in the founding of various colleges of magic and the promotion of magical education in general.

Whilst Shireen focused on promoting magic, Myrcella took a slightly different path to her life. As she grew older she developed a slender, graceful figure as an adult and many comparisons were made between her and her mother. None within earshot of the Crown however, who took these as insults considering the crimes Cersei Lannister was guilty of. Thankfully, Myrcella had none of her mother's spite and while she did eventually learn much of the legendary Lannister cunning, she never used it for ill. Instead choosing to use it to covertly but very successfully spread the Church of Nameless. Though her efforts were something of an open secret.

Seated next to Myrcella in the painting was Mya, who was wearing a come hither look on her face and was less sitting on her throne as she was draped across it in sensuous invitation. It was classic Mya though, for she would develop a reputation for having a lustful nature. This led to many rumors that she was unfaithful, but Alyssa could attest that Mya never strayed. Though she was not above satisfying any urges she might have when Alyssa was unavailable with any of her willing sister wives if the need arose. Perhaps to excess if some of the occasional teasing complaints Alyssa heard from the others were any indication. This, at least in part, was due to Mya missing the company of men, but she angrily refused any time Alyssa offered her permission to take lovers, male or female, outside their family. This despite plenty of opportunity. For perhaps due to her experience being a mule handler at the Giant's Lance when she was younger, Mya championed the improvement of transportation throughout the Seven Kingdoms. She thus travelled widely throughout the Realm actively campaigning for such. It was her efforts that led to the refurbishment of the Kingsroad and many of the other major thoroughfares throughout Westeros and the proliferation of new ports and the expansion of old ones all along the coasts. Thus resulting in a boast to trade that Gwynesse was quite vocal in thanking her for.

Mya was also instrumental in the compilation of a new set of maps of the Seven Kingdoms including a new updated and improved version of the Painted Table that was installed in a chamber reminiscent of its counterpart in Dragonstone atop the newly built Cartographer's Tower in the Red Keep. Gwynesse, ever money minded, had seized on the coin the Crown could make from the sale of these maps and began selling them in various qualities to all who could pay for them, though at Jeyne and Elia's insistence reserving the most detailed and uncensored versions for state use alone. Thus creating a thriving source of income for the Crown to this day.

Speaking of Elia. She proved herself quite difficult to handle for Alyssa over time. Margaery attributing this to them be too alike, both strong willed and passionate women determined to be stronger than any man or woman whilst simultaneously desiring to do everything in their power to protect their loved ones. Much to Alyssa's chagrin she was wont to agree with her first wife. She had often been Alyssa's sparring partner in the training yard. Quickly proving herself more skilled as a warrior than Alyssa herself was, though she more than made up for it with her magic. And Ghost. Nevertheless, Elia's skill had led to her developing a deep bond with the Dragonguard. She thus played a key role in helping the force expand beyond the founding nucleus of Unsullied. A fact alluded to by the pair of Dragonguard that stood behind her throne in the painting.

Guards that made Gwyn, who was sitting next to Elia, slightly nervous and causing the pinched look she wore in the painting. Not that the woman had anything to fear from them, considering she largely controlled their pay making them as loyal to her as they were to Elia. For Gwyn had also proved herself extraordinarily skilled with numbers and used this talent to assist Alyssa and Jeyne in running the court. So much so that while she never officially held the title, she was regarded as the de facto Master of Coin for much of her life often in spite of others holding the title.

She had, of course, also played a great part in helping her fellow Ironborn cope with their new place in the Realm. Most of the reavers had refused such efforts though choosing instead to become pirates, many of them getting killed for those crimes. The majority of the Iron Islanders however, which had never been involved in the raiding in the first place, had accepted it surprisingly well. There was resentment of course but the threat looming over them in the form of military occupation alongside the benefits of generous economic incentive and increased wealth from greater integration with the rest of the Realm eventually bought them over. Now, years and years later, they reviled their reaving ancestors just as much as the rest of the Realm did.

But while Gwyn had been the shadow Master of Coin, Jeyne had very publicly assumed Lady Olenna's position as Hand after she retired. This had created some consternation among the nobility as Jeyne was one of Alyssa's concubines and they thus saw this as a centralization of power by Crown. Many of them claimed that they deserved the post instead as a reward for their efforts in the Long Night. Alyssa had however silenced them by reminding them that the appointment of Hand was at her sole discretion as reigning monarch, adding that Lady Olenna had already taken Jeyne as her protégé during the war and she had been assisting Lady Olenna with the running of the Seven Kingdoms' domestic affairs for its entire duration.

Perhaps the most surprising of her wives however was Margaery. Despite being a granddaughter of the infamously politically savvy Queen of Thorns and having been trained for politics since she was a child, Margey had instead chosen to 'retire' from political maneuvering and leave such matters to Jeyne. In her own words, she had quite enough politicking to last many lifetimes. She instead chose to live up to her role as Alyssa's first consort, even before they'd married, and took charge of the household management side of their affairs.

It was this focus that led to her carrying the most daughters of any of Alyssa's wives, having birthed eleven daughters between ten pregnancies. Beating out Mya's ten despite the Valewoman's playful competition with her in that regard. Both having beat out Alyssa herself who had promised to carry a child with each of her wives and stopped thereafter, which with Eddard meant she endured eight pregnancies, including Ned, over the course of her life. Thankfully for Lyanna, who cared for their children, the rest of the family were nowhere as invested in the competition. Lyanna herself having had only one pregnancy that led to identical twins. Jeyne, Myrcella and Shireen having bowed out after three daughters each. Gwynhad stopped after a rather difficult labour for her only child. Elia, in turn, had always expressed a distaste for the entire concept of pregnancy but eventually relented and birthed herself a single little girl in her early thirties.

It was not just House Targaryen whose numbers grew greatly under Alyssa's reign, the dragons did as well. Alyssa mused as she saw a neighboring portrait of the Dragonswood, the section of the Kingswood that had been given over to the dragons to lair in.

Thanks to the many clutches of eggs laid by Rhaegal, and the hatching of long fossilized eggs by magic, every Targaryen now had a dragon of their own. Though the latter process had proven more tricky than expected. It seemed that without the direct help of a god, it wasn't as easy as following the same steps that had hatched Ghost.

But we still managed it in the end. Alyssa thought as she looked away from the painting of the dragons.

Next to the painting of the Dragonswood was a stylized tribute to her promotion of religious tolerance that showed her sitting on the Iron Throne and bestowing patronage in the form of equally sized piles of gold to the four major faiths of the Realm. This being the Faith of the Seven, the worship of the Old Gods and the Drowned God as well as the Church of Lord Nameless, all of whom she granted equal protection in the eyes of the Crown and law. Though despite this the followers of the Old Gods and the Drowned God were in steep decline and even the Faith of the Seven saw a shrinking number of adherents as many flocked to the new faith, especially once it became known that Alyssa was a follower.

As a result of this, the Faith of the Seven had lost much of its influence and thus their objections to Alyssa's marriages were largely disregarded by the populace. Especially as it was the lone faith that took any issue with it.

Which was an unnecessary and unexpected but welcome benefit. Alyssa thought as she continued through the gallery.

Alyssa eventually settled down for the midday meal on a balcony atop one of the Red Keep's towers that gave her a remarkable view of King's Landing.

The city before me is a far cry from the one of my youth. Alyssa thought as she surveyed it after she had finished her meal. I suppose I can thank all the improvements I made to it over the years for that.

Using her increased mastery of the Control Earth spell after the Long Night, Alyssa had built her capitol a new set of walls made out of solid granite and which was much further out from its original outer walls thus greatly expanding the city. Showing her precise mastery of said spell, she had also simultaneously extended the sewer systems to the new areas of the city. She could not however, despite her best efforts, single handedly clean the old sewers, so instead she had set up a permanent body and given it the task alongside the longer term duty of maintaining the sewers in general.

This new expansion allowed her to build an entirely new port district several times bigger than the old port to which her eyes now moved over to admire. It was a bustling place as always, with literally hundreds of masts visible even from the distance. Its success having been born from a combination of aggressive policies to promote trade that Gwyn suggested and the construction of new or refurbishment of infrastructure across the Seven Kingdoms that Mya championed. And was the sign of the new age of economic prosperity that her reign had ushered in.

Tired of the busy port, she let her eyes wander over to the Great Sept of Baelor and the religious district that had formed around it when the city had been reorganized. Next to the venerable Sept now stood a patch of forest that was the Great Godswood of King's Landing. It had originally been proposed to name it after herself in honor of her granting the land for which it was planted, but since she no longer followed the Old Gods, having discovered they were little more than a front for the Three-eyed Raven, she had refused and it had ended up with it current more generic name instead. Across the street from it was the Grand Cathedral of Lord Nameless that had been built using funds raised from believers and non-believers alike. It was a architectural masterpiece that many said surpassed even the Great Sept of Baelor in its grandeur. The only one of the major faiths of the Realm that lacked a temple there was the faith of the Drowned God, but that was understandable as it had no temples though a cove along the cove and within the city's walls had been set aside for any ceremonies the Drowned Men chose to perform. Even the followers of the Red God. foreign faith though it remained, had been granted a small patch of land in the religious district on which to erect a temple to R'hllor at which Melisandre had served as high priestess until her death.

Not far from the religious district was the Grand University, a center of learning Alyssa had founded that over time had come to rival the Citadel but to which entry was open to all regardless of birth or social standing so long as they showed merit. It along with the smaller, more exclusive Grand College of Magic founded by Shireen that stood next to it were the pinnacle of her efforts to promote meritocracy in the Realm. A drive further complemented by the opening of schools across the Seven Kingdoms for everyone, including smallfolk, girls, and more.

To her own surprise, despite these new opportunities she found that while there had been an increase in the number of women who took up leadership roles, men still made up the vast majority of the Realm's leaders across all but a handful of fields. The societal ideal that women governed the domestic sphere while men deal with the external be that political, military or whatnot was simply too deeply embedded.

That and most women simply prefer to keep such an arrangement if they can manage it. Alyssa reminded herself with a wry grin. The inherently feminine maternal instinct that pushed most women towards caring more for the home than a career is built into our very nature as human beings. I was a fool to think otherwise.

The realization had come as quite a surprise to her, seeing as she herself was not such a woman. Though in hindsight, the majority of women around her were and she had simply not noticed, Margey being a prime example. She was blind to it though and was honestly a little perturbed that she could not change this mindset especially in light of the great societal change she had managed to bring about in regards to homosexuals. Her long happy marriages and her ability to produce children, a spell that had eventually disseminated among the masses, had led to significantly greater acceptance. Though they continued to remain a tiny minority of the population and were firmly considered the exception rather than the norm, they were no longer discriminated against as they were in her youth.

Though I suppose it worked out. For in the end what goes gender matter when it comes to leadership? All that matters is having the drive and the ability.

"Admiring the view, your grace?" Joy asked and Alyssa nodded.

"That and reflecting on all that has changed since I was a child."

"Much of those changes were due to your reforms was it not, your grace?"

"Yes, they were." The ancient but still youthful looking Queen said with a smile. "Ruling for a hundred and ninety one years has given me plenty of time to ensure my reforms have stuck."

"I suppose it has." Joy said with a nod. "Though I cannot imagine a dragonrider not living as long as you have, your grace."

"That is because you have only known dragonriders like me, Joy. Our predecessors were not like us. They did not bond with our dragons like we do and thus could not share in their longevity as we do."

"I cannot imagine," Joy said with a grimace. "Not being able to share what I do with my Meraxes… It seems unimaginably horrible."

"Perhaps," Alyssa said with a shrug. "But sometimes, especially in recent years, I find myself envying my ancestors."

For her unnaturally long life meant she had outlived all her wives, many of her non-dragonrider grandchildren and even a good number of her great grandchildren. Even with life extension magic keeping them youthful to their deathbeds, it could not keep death itself at bay forever and even Lyanna had passed two years ago.

"I am sure Grandmother Mya would not want to hear you say that," Joy said sternly.

"No, she would not." Alyssa said with a giggle as she imagined Mya's likely reaction. "She would scold me silly for speaking so."

"Then please do not do so, Grandmother." Joy said, emphasizing their relation in a way the proper girl only ever did in moments of high emotion. It seemed she had worried the poor dear.

"Be at ease, Joy. If it upsets you so, I will not."

"Thank you, your grace." The olive skinned girl said with a relieved sigh.

After her midday meal, Alyssa retired to her solar and withdrew a secure box from a hidden compartment in her desk. Unlocking the three locks on the chest, she opened it and pulled out her last will and testament.

Skimming over the document, she zeroed in on the section which named the most capable of her great, great grandchildren, and a descendant of both her son Eddard and Mariah, one of her daughters by Jeyne by the name of Lyarra Targaryen to be her successor as Queen. The girl was currently on a tour of the Realm in the guise of an inspection but which in truth was Alyssa's attempt to have her familiarize herself with it for the time she ascended to the Iron Throne.

Her succession was in line with the new system Alyssa had set up whereby the default remained by male primogeniture but where a reigning monarch could select a successor from their descendants regardless of sex if they so choose. A selection that had to be made clear via by a document attested to by at least three Lord Paramounts of the Realm and/or the Small Council. It was not a foolproof system to prevent the bloody succession disputes that had so plagued her House in the past, but it was hopefully a step in the right direction.

It will keep the peace. At least into Lyarra's reign. No one in all the Realm has any doubts that she is my heiress. Alyssa thought as she sealed the chest once more.

"Lord Commander," Alyssa said once she was done and returned it to its hiding place.

"Yes, your grace?" The current Lord Commander of her Queensguard, Ser Raymund Dayne and her shadow for the day asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"I know this is a formality but when the time is right, please ensure that the Lord Rickard receives and opens the box."

"I will, your grace." Ser Dayne said, a slight wobble in this voice. "I swear it on my life."

"Thank you, Raymund."

It was late evening and the sun was about to set when Alyssa used Gate to visit her last stop for the day. Exiting the portal she stepped into Ghost's lair in the Dragonswood. It was a massive clearing of scorched earth surrounded by walls of magically enchanted ice he had created with his freezing breath that marked the border between his lair and the verdant forest beyond. It was at the center of this that the now truly immense dragon was curled in on himself like a snake.

Done? He asked.

"Yes, old friend." Alyssa told him as she moved to sit by his head where it rested on the ground and she leaned into it. "I am done."

Then let us rest at long last, my rider.

"That sounds good, Ghost." Alyssa said as she closed her eyes for the last time.

Thus side by side with her dragon and friend that she had shared her life with for so long, Alyssa I Targaryen, the Second Conqueror, the Mother of Mages and the first monarch of the Seven Kingdoms to ever earn the moniker of "the Great" died.

Alyssa had expected many things upon death and much to her disappointment she was thoroughly unsurprised when she found herself in the familiar void Lord Nameless often used when he visited her. Though she was pleasantly surprised to find Ghost, now shrunk down to the size if not the appearance of a hatchling curled on her shoulders.

"Greeting Alyssa," Lord Nameless said as he appeared before her.

"Greetings, my lord." Alyssa returned with a curtsy even as Ghost bowed his head. "Is this to be my afterlife? This void?"

Lord Nameless laughed.

"You truly were a wonderful choice for my champion. Even now you amuse me." Lord Nameless said even as he chuckled. "No, Alyssa, this is not your afterlife. Did you think I would reward the years of quality entertainment you have provided me with this? No, my champion, I merely brought you here so that I might personally escort you to your eternal rest."

At his words, the void disappeared and was replaced by what could only be considered a paradise. All around her was the most wondrous land she could imagine, a perfect, impossible mix of all the most beautiful places she had ever known. But the land paled in comparison to who now stood before her, for standing before her looking unbelievably resplendent were her wives.

"What took you so long, Alys?" Margey said with a teasing grin that Alyssa had missed so very much.

Without hesitation, Alyssa threw herself at her first wife and pulled her into a hug. One that soon included all her wives as they happily piled themselves on each other.

This is truly heaven.

Done!

I had a lot to cover in this epilogue and struggled quite a bit with how to frame it all. Not sure if what I did in the end was up to par but it's not too bad I hope.

On another note, there will invariably be small details that I missed in the epilogue. Fates of certain people or groups that were not covered. This was unfortunately unavoidable I think as there was simply too many of them in the ASOIAFverse. So I decided to limit myself simply to those most important or would most obviously come up within the frame I chose to use to write my epilogue i.e. what Alyssa would likely to reflect on as she wandered the Red Keep knowing it was her last day alive. Apologies for leaving out a particular person or group that anyone wanted to know the fate of.

Just a little extra left. So till then doviđenja!