Sister's Keeper
Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones
Chapter 81: A One Lion Army
Up in the towers of Winterfell, Quaithe sat in her room, staring out the window that had a view of the courtyard. She stared out watching Bran Stark starring off into the gate. The young man was sitting out in the cold, waiting for someone. The Shadowbinder knew that the cripple boy is no longer a mere mortal. Just like her and her companion, they have touched magic, and a part of their mortal soul is no longer there. While Quaithe, a Shadowbinder, delves into the deviant magic of Asshai, she could sense deep and ancient magic coming off of Bran. The deeper she looked into the boy's possible future; she saw a raven with three eyes.
"I have brought fire and ice together," the second Shadowbinder said, after getting dressed.
Quaithe turned her attention to the other female being none other than Melisandre. Quaithe is not part of the R'hllor religion. Quaithe doesn't stare into the fires to see what the Lord of Light has brought in messages. Many people mistaken that, since Quaithe would glance into the flames to help her concentrate a much-secured future. She was of her own free will, yet many Asshai people had converted to the R'hllor faith or forced to do so. So, the accessories in jewelry continue in fashion. But a true Asshai'i will cover their faces.
"You have brought the North and the Targaryen's together, but not the prophecy," Quaithe replied.
Melisandre paused, looking at the mysterious woman, "I do not understand."
"Ice and Fire will always come together, but never once. It joined over two decades ago, and once more fire and ice will join again." Quaithe explains in her riddles.
Melisandre came over to her. "Is Jon Snow not the Ice and Alysanne Targaryen the Fire."
Quaithe stared at Melisandre's vibrant blue eyes lost in her visions. I see the truth that is to come.
"Alysanne is the Womb of Fire, but Jon Snow is not the Seed of Ice." Quaithe replied.
"Then, what is he?" Melisandre asked, now curious.
Quaithe tilted her head, "Your god should have told you the answer."
She turned her attention to the window, watching Bran. Quaithe knew there is a balance. That on occasion, opposites shall attract and produce stronger beings. What Quaithe saw in Qarth at Xaro Xhaon Daxos party. She saw Ice and Fire, and a future that will change a nation from them along with their descendants. One that will last a dynasty. But she never told Alysanne about this, sensing the young Queen already has spiritual guidance. However, what she saw that would lead to that dynasty was pain and devastation. She knew that there would be two deaths the Dragon Queen shall encounter. Two deaths that could potentially change the fate of greatness into insanity…depending on the Seed of Ice rescuing her.
Just then, a lone rider on a horse came into the courtyard. The Shadowbinder sensed a rift as the rider removed the hood of his cloak, rubbing his face only to stop when seeing Bran Stark. Melisandre, who has secured her hair and put on a mask, came over to witness this.
"Ser Jaime Lannister," Melisandre murmured. "A lone soldier."
Quaithe nodded.
.o0o.
Alysanne's POV
I was breaking fast with my council when Jon Snow came in announcing Ser Jaime Lannister was here. There were many mixes of emotions. I glanced at Ser Jaime Lannister at the dragon pits, but was more focused on forging the armistice with Cersei and alliance against the Army of the Dead. Now, hearing that Ser Jaime was here brought mix emotions. Before me stood the man who murdered my father.
Yes, Tyrion told me why his brother murdered Aerys the Second. My father, in his madness, would have unleashed wildfire upon the city during Tywin Lannister's siege. Yet, the truth was revealed to me later in life after I spent twenty years thinking his own Kingsguard betrayed my father. With mixed emotions, I nodded to King Snow when he says there shall be an assembly in the Great Hall.
"Did he come with an army?" Ser Barristan asked.
"I am not sure, Ser Barristan," King Snow answered. "Only he came by himself."
I scowled when hearing this. Then again, if he came with an army, then our scouts would have noticed this and reported. Neither Ser Garlan mentioning any encounters from the Westerlands or the Crownlands.
"Your grace," Tyrion started.
I waved my hand silencing him, for I did not want to hear it. Many emotions were stirring from this. There are two sides of the same coin. Tyrion was not there when it happened. The witnesses of that terrible event were all slaughtered except for Ser Jaime. I took into consideration that Tyrion told me what happened during the sacking to prevent me from doing something drastic.
With nothing else to say, we headed into the Small Hall, where the Lords and Ladies assembled. The Starks, Daenerys, and I took the front table as Jon, and I sat in the center. Standing center was none other than the Kingslayer. He no longer took the appearance from what I've been told of Ser Jaime. Nor what I remember as a child. His hair was no longer gold or long but short and brown. A beard was covering his face with a few snippets of silver. The only thing that screamed Lannister were his green eyes. Otherwise, he dressed like a wandering warrior, with a golden hand: not a Kingsguard or a knight.
"When we were children, Viserys would tell us a bedtime story . . . about the man who murdered our father," I began. "Who stabbed him in the back and cut his throat. Who sat down on the Iron Throne and watched as his blood poured onto the floor? As he sat there, allowing the Mountain to butcher Princess Elia Martell and her children. As he watches their blood drench the Lannister banners along with our father's blood. Viserys told us other stories as well. About all the things we would do to that man. Once, we took back the Seven Kingdoms and had him in our grasp. Having both the man and his father."
Ser Jaime eyes water as if he was reliving the memory once more. I gripped the pommels of the chair, tasting venom on my tongue. A mere mortal who sinned that has me conflicted based on his little brother's defense. Daenerys was glaring at the man. Despite knowing the truth, it was Ser Jaime who killed our father in the most dishonorable way. Our father was an anointed King, by the laws of the Seven, only in combat could a King be killed.
Changing the subject, I continued, "Your sister promised to send her army north."
"She did," Ser Jaime replied.
"I don't see an army," Daenerys said. "I see one man with one hand."
"It appears your sister lied to us," I added.
Tyrion glanced at Ser Jaime, who nodded disappointedly.
"She lied to me as well," Ser Jaime replied. "She never had any intention of sending her army north. She has Euron Greyjoy's fleet and twenty-thousand fresh troops. The Golden Company from Essos bought and paid for. Even if we defeat the dead, she'll have more than enough to destroy the survivors."
"'We'?" Daenerys asked, baffled.
"I promised to fight for the living," Ser Jaime explained. "I intend to keep that promise."
Tyrion stepped forward, "Your Grace, I know my brother –"
"Like you knew your sister," I seethed.
Tyrion shook his head, "He came here alone, knowing full well how he'd be received. Why would he do that if he weren't telling the truth?"
"Perhaps he trusts his little brother to defend him, right up to the moment he slits our throats," Daenerys suggested bitterly.
"You're right. We can't trust him." Lady Sansa spoke up. "He attacked my father in the streets. He tried to destroy my house and my family, the same as he did yours."
"Do you want me to apologize?" Ser Jaime snapped. "I won't. We were at war. Everything I did, I did for my house and my family. I'd do it all again."
"The things we do for love," Brandon Stark said from the edge of the table.
This caught Ser Jaime off guard.
"So why have you abandoned your house and family now?" Daenerys asked.
"Because this goes beyond loyalty," Ser Jaime answered, looking over his shoulder, glancing at the Northern council. Precisely to a woman, Lady Brienne of Tarth, if I'm not mistaken. "This is about survival."
Lady Brienne stood up as she walked over to stand next to Ser Jaime.
"You don't know me well, Your Grace. But I know Ser Jaime. He is a man of honor. I was his captor once. But when we were both taken prisoner and the men holding us tried to force themselves on me, Ser Jaime defended me. And lost his hand because of it." She then turned her attention to Lady Sansa. "Without him, my lady, you would not be alive. He armed me, armored me, and sent me to find you and bring you home because he'd sworn an oath to your mother."
Sansa was baffled by this announcement. Learning what Ser Jaime has done for Lady Brienne and myself. She bobbed her head thinking about the decision.
"You vouch for him?" Lady Sansa asked.
"I do," Lady Brienne answered firmly.
"You would fight beside him?"
Lady Brienne paused, "I would."
Lady Sansa nodded, "I trust you with my life. If you trust him with yours, we should let him stay."
Lady Brienne nodded, returning to her seat.
"Since this is not my Kingdom, the decision shall go to King Snow," I announced, for I was emotionally compromised right now.
All eyes turned to the King in the North.
King Snow paused, comprehending the confession and promises Ser Jaime, Lord Tyrion, and Lady Brienne had made. He glances at Sansa to get her final confirmation, which she nodded in return.
"We need every man we can get," King Snow decided.
"Then so be it," I agreed sternly.
Ser Jaime sighed in relief.
I glanced at Ser Barristan, who nodded, taking the sword from Grey Worm and giving it to the dishonorable knight. Ser Barristan gave his once brother a sharp look, before returning to the side, standing next to Ser Jorah.
"Thank you, Your Grace," Ser Jaime said.
King Snow stood up, dismissing the gathering. I stood up as well, with Daenerys. I started walking, though notice Daenerys tried to reach out to King Snow, except he continues to walk away. Shaking my head, I continue to walk, feeling so much anger. I don't know where this anger was coming from. I thought I came to terms when Tyrion told me what happened in the Throne Room. However, seeing Ser Jaime…all my emotions were spiraling out of control, let alone adding more fuel to the fire after learning of Cersei's deception. I knew she would never send her army. She was like the Masters, spiteful, and proud to relinquish their claim on power.
My council followed me through the halls.
Tyrion was practically running, trying to reach up.
"Either you knew Cersei was lying and let me believe otherwise, or you didn't know at all," I lectured. "Which makes you either a traitor or a fool."
"I was a fool," Tyrion agreed.
"Not for the first time," I growled. "The Masters should have taught you that."
Daenerys stopped turning to face Tyrion, "Cersei still sits on the throne. If you can't help us take it back, we'll find another Hand who can."
"Daenerys," I warned.
Daenerys gave me a hard look, although she was right. I had given Tyrion a second chance after the Masters. Let alone Tyrion proclaiming he knew his sister. In the end, Cersei is a spiteful woman who would rather let the Army of the Dead slaughter all of Westeros than lend aid to save it. Something I will take into account once the Long Night is over.
With nothing else to say, I walked away, needing to clear my head. I can't look Tyrion in the eye right now.
.o0o.
The following day the frustration and anger continue to boil. I managed to maintain it throughout yesterday, separating my emotions from the work at hand. Let alone having Jorah and Ser Barristan being by my side, including Missandei. Missandei's empathy brought soothing words to calm my senses as I talked with the war generals. Any day now, Lord Tarly will be here, so I need to keep a clear head.
However, I was still struggling. At night I am alone. Daenerys and Missandei were next door, but their company is not what I needed. So desperately, I wanted to get up and walk over to Jorah's room. Sadly, doing so would lead to suspicions even though I do not care what others think about me partaking in premarital activities or my love life. But alas, Jorah wants to keep my reputation, even if meant not being alone with him. All I wanted was to talk.
It wasn't until Ser Barristan came over to me holding the tourney swords.
"I believe we should practice," Ser Barristan recommended.
I gave him a small smile appreciating it.
We armored up before heading to the training grounds. There were a few members there along with Lady Brienne. The recruits stopped, not sure what to do. Lady Brienne was confused until she turned around facing us. Immediately she gave a bow instead of a curtsey. Then again, she wasn't wearing a dress to give a proper curtsey. It pleases me to see another female warrior. Other than the gladiators in Meereen, I've never actually met a woman who can wield a sword.
"Your Grace," she greeted.
"Lady Brienne," I replied
Lady Brienne was about to say something but stopped herself. "How can I help you, Your Grace."
"If you don't mind sharing the training grounds," I suggested. "Ser Barristan and I would like to practice."
This surprised the tall woman, yet she gave a small smile and nodded. Afterward, she went back to the recruits while Ser Barristan and I found a spot to practice. Securing our helms, we got into position, and Ser Barristan went for the attack. In the beginning, Ser Barristan would go easy on me to teach the defenses and point out the mistakes. However, as the years went on, I was getting better in my skill. Therefore, instead of training, we were sparring, dueling one another. He still had the upper hand, but I managed to disarm him.
We panted, looking at each other as my sword aimed at his throat. Ser Barristan nodded in approval. When we pulled back, many of the Northernmen were watching us. All were glaring at us. Amongst the crowd was Lady Lyanna. She stared at me with a scowl. I sighed, for I wish I could prove them I am not my father.
"We should head inside," Ser Barristan advised.
I nodded, sheathing the tourney sword, and made our way inside. Ser Barristan followed, though, in the midst of our walk, we noticed Ser Jaime talking to Lady Brienne. They were in a heated discussion before pulling away. Taking a deep breath, I stared at Ser Barristan.
"I want to talk to him," I announced.
"Are you sure, Your Grace?" Ser Barristan asked.
"Yes," I confirmed.
Ser Barristan nodded.
We made our way over to Ser Jaime, who was baffled when seeing us.
"A word, in private," I said, before heading back into the castle.
Ser Barristan made sure Ser Jaime followed as we returned to the castle. We found a vacant room and Ser Barristan confiscated Ser Jaime Sword as a precaution. The Kingslayer stood there staring at me with caution and guilt. My childhood memories of him may be gone, but I knew he was in my father's Kingsguard.
"What? Going to execute me behind closed doors," Ser Jaime taunt. "Just like your father."
"Mind your tongue," Ser Barristan warned.
"What? As if she took pleasure in incest just like the rest of them," Ser Jaime continued.
I scowled, "I didn't know rape was consider pleasure?"
Ser Jaime stopped himself.
"Yes, I was raped by Viserys and forced to be his sister-wife," I told him. "It was his courteously, after ruining me. But don't scold me about incest, after you partake in your sister's flesh."
Ser Jaime took a deep breath holding back his tongue.
"Back in the Bay of Dragons, your brother told me what happen in the Throne room during the siege. How deep King Aerys's madness was. But I want to hear it from the horse's mouth. So, tell me, what truly happen on that fateful day?"
Ser Jaime paused as he took a deep breath, "Are you sure?"
I nodded staring deep into his green eyes.
Ser Jaime sighed, and began, "The Mad King was obsessed with Wildfire. He loved to watch people burn, the way their skin blackened and blistered and melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn't like. He burned Hands who disobeyed him. He burned anyone who was against him. Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere, so he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city, beneath the Sept of Baelor and the slums of Flea Bottom. Under houses, stables, taverns. Even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally, the day of reckoning came. Robert Baratheon marched on the capital after his victory at the Trident. But my father arrived first, with the whole Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I knew my father better than that. He's never been one to pick the losing side. I told the Mad King as much. I urged him to surrender peacefully. But the King didn't listen to me. He didn't listen to Varys, who tried to warn him. But he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that gray, sunken cunt. 'You can trust the Lannister,' he said. 'The Lannisters have always been true friends of the crown.' So, we opened the gates, and my father sacked the city. Once again, I came to the King, begging him to surrender."
Ser Barristan tensed inhaling sharply when hearing this.
"He told me to bring him my father's head. Then he turned to his pyromancer. 'Burn them all,' he said. 'Burn them in their homes. Burn them in their beds.' Tell me, will you command your sword shield to kill his own father, and stand by while thousands of men, women, and children burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then? First, I killed the pyromancer. And then, when the King turned to flee, I…I drove my sword into his back. 'Burn them all,' he kept saying. 'Burn them all.' I don't think he expected to die. He…he meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again, reborn as a dragon to turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen."
A flash of a vision crossed my view, seeing my father sitting on the Iron Throne bellowing the command. As a young Ser Jaime came up the step sword ready after executing the pyromancer. There, I finally saw the truth.
"That is the truth," Ser Jaime said. "I did what I thought was best…"
I remained silent.
"Your Grace," Ser Barristan said.
I sighed, "Thank you for telling me the truth."
This dumbfounded Ser Jaime, "You're not going to kill me?"
"You've already placed your service in the cause for this war." I replied.
With nothing else to say, I left the room needing to be alone to comprehend what the lone lion said.
.o0o.
I stood in my chambers, watching the fire comprehending what Ser Jaime said — grasping his words about what happened. His perspective the moment the Sacking of King's Landing had occurred all those many years ago. Tyrion was right, relaying the message in his wording. But hearing it from the horse's mouth solidifies confirmation. Ser Barristan, Ser Jorah, Varys, Tyrion all said my father was Mad. To the extent of killing innocent people with wildfire. A part of me had hoped that my father wouldn't have ever considered destroying King's Landing just like that.
But alas, it was childish thoughts.
'I, too, thought the same with my son,' Visenya said. "I too thought my son enjoyed battle since I taught him how to use a sword. In the end, he craved violence. He would choose violence over reason.'
I sighed, bowing my head, "a part of me had hope there was some humanity in my father."
"There was, but the responsibility was thrust onto him at a young age. He was forced into marriage. The majority of his family perished in the fire. His father died three years later. The countless miscarriages and another Blackfyre rebellion. Along with spies and traitors, it was too much. Not all madness's are born; they are made. In the beginning, we were strong in numbers; over time, we grew smaller and weaker."
She had a point, as I knelt in front of the fireplace where the dragon eggs were being kept. A hopeless cause for there was no life in them. There was no magic left for these petrified eggs because the dragons grew small and remained nothing more than a memory.
'There is a chance to fix our population, but it will take time," Visenya murmured. 'And a good companion.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Alysanne," Jorah's voice spoke on the other side.
"Come in," I said as I stood up, wiping the soot off my knees.
He entered the room, still in armor and furs. He stood there, glancing at me and the eggs before staring into my eyes.
"Forgive me, Alysanne," he said.
"Have you done something to offend me?" I asked.
"Many things," he answered.
I smiled softly, "Long ago and long forgiven."
"But you did forgive, despite my failures," he reminded, then looked down. "When I heard you'd named Tyrion your Hand, it broke my heart."
I sighed as I came over to him, "When I named him Hand, I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."
And being my Hand would prevent us from being together, I thought.
Jorah took my hand, "You made the right choice."
I raised a brow, "I wasn't under the impression you liked him very much."
"I didn't," he said. "His mouth hardly stopped moving between Volantis and Meereen. It was all I could do not to throw him in the sea."
We chuckled at the thought.
"But the mind behind all those words . . ." he was implying too.
I took my hands away, walking back into the fire. "He's made mistakes."
"As have we all," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "He owns his and learns from them."
I stared into his eyes, "You're advising me to forgive the man who exiled you."
"I am," he nodded.
"How can I trust him when he should have learned from his mistake in Meereen?" I asked. "When it's towards one person, it's one thing. But when it comes to thousands of people. He thought he knew his sister; even I saw it in the Dragon Pits, she wouldn't help us."
"And yet you allowed it," he reminded.
"Because my council and King Snow believed her," I countered. "Tell me, if your sibling is supposed to be your enemy, would you still fight against them?"
Jorah contemplated knowing I have a point there.
"I will take your suggestion into consideration, but I can't promise you," I told him.
Tyrion said Cersei has something worth fighting for, and what Ser Jaime has presented was nothing more than a farce.
Jorah nodded as he cradles my cheek. I sighed; I've been missing his touch since arriving at Winterfell. Our amount of touch is scarce. He leaned down, pressing his lips against my own. It was a soft and gentle kiss. One for comfort, like his beard, scrapes along my chin. I sighed once more, wanting more, but this was all I could get behind closed doors. It was a moment, as Jorah pulled away.
"That's all I ask," he murmured. "And one other suggestion, if you allow me."
"Should I be afraid," I teased.
He snorted, shaking his head. "I think it's best to talk to Lady Sansa. Explain to her that you hold interest with the North."
I nodded, since arriving to the North Lady Sansa has shown some…hostility towards Daenerys and I. I know I can't undo what Rhaegar and the Mad King has done to House Stark. All I can do is make this truce, giving the North's its independence. King Snow proved himself worthy to lead the North. And based of Lord Tyrion and Varys reports on Lady Sansa, I know the largest kingdom is in good hands.
.o0o.
I made way to the library where I found Lady Sansa going over papers with Lord Royce. No doubt going over the number before the evacuations.
"The moment we can get the last infantryman out onto the field, we should shut the gates." Lord Royce advised.
"Keep them open for as long as you can," Sansa instructed. "There are still people coming from the countryside. We want all the women and children to travel together to White Harbor."
She handed the scroll to Lord Royce. Then heard footsteps and looked over to see me enter. Being polite, both stood up. It was Lord Royce who gave a half bow while Sansa stood there, keeping her hands behind her back, almost standing at attention.
"Lady Sansa, I was hoping we could speak alone," I requested kindly.
Lord Royce gave Sansa a silent question if he wanted her to leave or stay. The Red Wolf nodded, dismissing him. The member of the Vales nodded, as he walked over. He once more stopped in front of me, giving another bow before leaving the two of us alone in private. Once we were alone, I made her way over with a smile.
"I thought you and I were on the verge of the agreement before, about Ser Jaime," I tested.
"Brienne has been loyal to me, always," Sansa replied. "I trust her more than anyone."
"I wish I could have that kind of faith in my advisors," I murmured.
"Tyrion is a good man," Sansa assured. "He was never anything but decent towards me."
"I didn't ask him to be my Hand simply because he was good. I asked him to be my Hand because he was good, and intelligent, and ruthless when he had to be. He should never have trusted Cersei."
"You never should have either," Sansa countered.
"Benefit without a doubt," I agreed. "I thought he knew his sister."
Sansa somewhat smile, "Families are complicated."
"Ours certainly have been," I agreed, gesturing we both sat down.
"A sad thing to have in common," Sansa agreed, sitting down.
"We have other things in common," I added. "We've both know what it means to lead people who aren't inclined to accept a woman's rule. And we've both done a damn good job of it, from what I can tell."
Sansa smiled slightly, but not a huge smile.
"And yet, I can't help but feel we're at offs with one another," I noted. "Why is that?"
Lady Sansa paused, as she looked down for a second then back up.
"Your brother, I assume," I murmured.
"He loves your sister, you know that." She replied.
"Is that so," I sighed.
"Men do stupid things for women. They're easily manipulated." She explained.
"All my life, I've known one goal: The Iron Throne. Taking it back from the people who destroyed my family, and almost destroyed yours. My war is against them. Until I met King Snow. Now I'm here, half a world away, fighting this war alongside him." I said, staring into her vibrant yet hard blue eyes.
Sansa scoffed, though made it seem innocent, "I should have thanked you for the moment you arrived. That was a mistake."
I leaned over slightly, resting my hand over hers. "I'm here because I care for the people… and I trust King Snow . . . and I know he's true to his word. He's only the second man in my life I can say that about."
"Who is the first?" she asked, curious.
"Someone older," I said, with a much serious voice.
Sansa, realizing I have a preference for older men, chuckled. A genuine chuckle, that I couldn't help but join her as well.
"And what happens afterward?" Sansa asked. "We defeat the dead, we destroy Cersei. What happens then?"
"I reclaim my home," I answered
Sansa paused, looking into my indigo eyes, "What about the North? It was taken from us, and we took it back. And we said we'd never bow to anyone else again. What about the North?"
"The North will be the North," I answered her. "I apologize for King Snow and I, the lack of interest in the truce the North and House Targaryen. This war has been our center focus. I assure you, once the Army of the Dead has been defeated and we survive, the truce will be in order."
"You truly mean that?"
"I do. If it helps, you can join us in making the contract, putting your opinions in."
"I very much appreciate that."
I nodded, "Jon is lucky to have you as a sister."
Sansa gave a sincere smile.
Suddenly the door burst open as Maester Wolkan entered,
"Apologies, my lady. Your Grace . . ." Maester Wolkan said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The Ironborn are here," Maester Wolkan answered.
Ironborn? I thought.
Theon's rescue mission must had gone according to plan and has rescued Lady Yara from Euron Greyjoy. Although, I recall ordering him to send a raven at White Harbor for further instructions not come here.
Either way, Sansa and I stood up as we follow Maester Wolkan to the Small Hall. There were a dozen Ironborn standing there. At the very front was Theon. He stood there until spotting Lady Sansa. She gasped, but stood beside me. Theon looked between the us, before stepping forward and kneeled.
"My Queen," Theon greeted.
"Your sister?" I asked.
Theon paused and answered, "She only has a few ships, and she couldn't sail them here. So, she's sailing to the Iron Islands instead, to take them back in your name."
"Good, claim territory in case we need to evacuate," I said. "Although, why aren't you with her?"
Theon turned his attention to Sansa. "I want to fight for Winterfell, Lady Sansa . . . if you'll have me."
Sansa steady composure vanished as she came over hugging Theon. She was glad to have him back. I smiled softly when seeing this. No doubt a reunion between them.
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