This is not how your story ends

Vysenera feels the color from her cheeks drain, not that she could have become much paler than she is already.

The snowstorm is raging around them but the only thing she sees is the undead dragon, more bone than flesh, and the blue-eyed girl sitting on his back.

The shock from the past days had been bad, but this?

'Are you allright, Dany?' Vysenera asks, her face set in a neutral mask but Daenerys can see the doubt and worry swirl in her eyes. Daenerys closes her eyes, head turned to the fire burning merrily in the hearth.

'Dany?'

A silence fills the room, worry and fear accompanying it. Vysenera can almost taste it in the air.

'Da-'

'I am pregnant.'

That had most certainly been a shock. But this. This she had not seen coming.

The battle underneath them is still waging. Two armies mercilessly clashing, screams filling the air so that Vysenera is not sure which are screams from the living and which are from the dead.

Rhaegal whines, shaking his neck in disbelief, and Viserion responds. The screech that leaves his undead brother is so full of pain, despair and sadness, it is close to unbearable.

'How?' Vysenera asks, the question much more a broken sob than anything else. Manaerys' long silver hair blows in the wind, her now undead sister shaking her head sadly.

'I do not know. I had crossed over, I was with mother and father and than...'

Manaerys' eery blue eyes steel themselves, a smile appearing on her lips. 'The Night King might have woken me without my consent, but nothing binds me to help him. So instead, I will help you. In the limited time that I have left here.'

Vysenera feels tears threatening her eyes, but she nods.

'I will follow you.'

'You are married to Jon Snow?' Vysenera almost snarls, taking a step back. 'And you did not tell me?' Daenerys bites her lip anxiously as she sees hurt flash in her nieces eyes.

'We had a private ceremony, witnessed by Missandei and Ser Davos.' Daenerys sits next to her niece, grabbing her hands in hers.

'It was right after Manaerys. I did not want you to think I did not mourn her.'

Vysenera shakes her head, raising her eyebrows in anger and sadness. 'You think I would not allow you a small sliver of happiness?'

The silence that follows is answer enough.

Jon nods as Vysenera is shaking her head, Daenerys shouting and almost begging her to not do it. Viserion has wrapped himself around the Night King and Jon Snow, a dagger of dragonglass lodged in the Night King's shoulder.

But there is also a sword that has pierced Jon through his stomach, the blood cascading from his mouth like water from a waterfall. He will not survive, he just knows it.

And Vysenera knows it as well.

'You swore.' Jon reminds her, Vysenera shaking her head. 'I cannot, Jon. You ask too much!'

Jon coughs once more, reminding her once again of her oath.

'You swore!'

Sansa, Arya, Bran, Greyworm, Tyrion and Vysenera are all sitting in silence at the table. They do not know what to say.

'Swear to me you will do what needs to be done to win, Vysenera. Even if it means sacrificing myself.'

Sansa wants to interrupt, ask why Daenerys cannot but Jon is quick to shut her up.

'Daenerys is pregnant. With my child. It is imperative she survives, since our child will be both ruler of the North and the South.'

'If we all survive that is.' Vysenera mutters.

Jonn turns to her, and grabs her hands, clasping them in his.

'Promise me, sister-in-law.' The Velaryon softens at the name, sighing but eventually nodding.

'I swear.'

'Do it now, Vysenera!' A voice shouts, and Rhaegal roars out in despair again when Manaerys, her so very couragous little sister, grabs another spear made of dragonglass.

'Do it now!' Viserion screeches in agreement, even though Drogon and Rhaegal are roaring angrily, trying to convince their brother not to do this.

'Vysenera! Please!' Daenerys sobs, up from in the sky, but the princess' mind is made up.

She takes a last shuddering breath, as her world seems to slow down.

Manaerys gives her a serene smile, mouthing a few words. And than Vysenera finally let's go.

'It's okay.'

Vysenera closes her eyes, turning her head as she grabs Rhaegal's spikes harder, biting her lip.

'I love you.'

But her mind is made up.

'I will see you on the other side. Take care of Daenerys for me.'

Vysenera nods, choking back a sob but eventually she opens her eyes once again, zeroing in on the Night King and Jon, face still set in grim determination, though their is also sadness apparent in his eyes. Manaerys still holds the spear in her hands.

'I will take care of our brother-in-law. See you soon.'

The world falls silent as the words leave her mouth, but the only thing she sees is the peaceful smile Manaerys has on her face, and her hand that waves one last time at her older sister before the flames engulf them all.

'Dracarys.'