Jon

"Let's load up and get going!" Jon yelled to Bronn, Sandor and the others loading up the ships headed for the capital.

"Jon!" He heard and turned round to see his red-haired cousin walking briskly towards him.

"Sansa. Is everything alright?"

"Yes. Are you sure you can't persuade Arya to stay? She's still young. She'd be safe here."

"Believe me I've tried, but she's insisted on coming. She wouldn't take no for an answer. You know what she's like. I trust you and Bran will take care of Winterfell whilst I am away?"

"Yes of course we will. Please be safe. And look out for Arya."

"Will do. I promise we'll both return. I promise there will be no more dead Starks."

"I believe you."

"Hey, come here." Jon wrapped his arms around Sansa tightly. He heard her crying quietly. He let go. "I've said goodbye to Bran already, before we left for White Harbour. I'll see you soon." Sansa nodded and Jon walked away. He'd ensured she had an escort back to Winterfell in the form of a group of Northern soldiers. He'd left a number behind to defend Winterfell.

Sansa had lost a lot, Jon knew, particularly her family. She'd witnessed the execution of her father. Her mother and brother had been killed whilst she was a prisoner. Their youngest brother shot dead by Ramsay. Too many of them. Jon was determined not to add to the number.

He found Tyrion overlooking the docks. The Lannister looked particularly forlorn.

"You're going home," Jon stated.

"I know."

"Are you ready for the battle. It's your own family we're fighting."

"We're going to free my brother and depose my mad sister."

"Well, it is fucked up."

"That it is." Tyrion saw the King in the North look at him worriedly. "Honestly I'll be OK. I don't care what happens to Cersei. The only reason I want to keep her alive is for her child and even then that's more for Jaime's benefit than hers. Jaime's never gotten to be a father no matter how much he wanted to be one. If we were able to let him be, he'd be eternally grateful."

"Jaime took a sword meant for me on the battlefield. I owe him a great debt like you Lannisters are always talking about. Whatever I can do, I will do."

"Thank you." A messenger soon joined them.

"Your Grace, all the ships are ready to go."

"Very well. I better go to Daenerys and Rhaegal. We'll be flying over." He turned back to Tyrion. "I'll see you on the other side." They shook hands and Jon went to find Daenerys.