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The Long Night or Battle of Casterly Rock or Battle for the Dawn begins! Please enjoy the buildup and the sinking fear that soaks into those facing the undead ;)

A word on the layout of Casterly Rock – I'm using the book version of Casterly Rock so it is three times the height of the Wall (!), is two leagues wide (nearly seven miles), the entrance that goes through the walls is called the Lion's Mouth (a natural cavern) and is wide enough for twenty horsemen to pass side by side through and is situated behind a bridge. Not a bad place to defend!


Chapter 90: The Twilight

Same time …

Great Hall, near Ringfort (highest/top level) of Casterly Rock, Westerlands, Westeros


"King Artys."

Artys turned away from the conversation he had been having with Lord Royce to see the King in the North approach him.

Artys raised his eyebrow, "King Robb?"

"I have something for you," Robb replied, holding out a sheathed sword.

Artys took the handle of the sword and released it from the leather hugging it. The sword slipped effortlessly free and the diming rays of the afternoon's sun that managed to reach into the hall reflected off the shining metal surface. Artys knew the sword, he had handled it once before. It was Silver Fang; one half of Eddard Starks former Valyrian sword, Ice.

"I can't accept this! This is a Stark heirloom and I'm no Stark," Artys spluttered, hardly believing what Robb was offering.

"You're a fine warrior and I have a spare Valyrian blade. It makes no sense for the sword to be unwielded considering the nature of our coming foe."

Before Artys could attempt to refuse the gift again Lord Royce nudged him, "Don't be a fool. Accept it and wield it with honour."

"I .. thank you, Robb," Artys said graciously.

Robb lifted his head and smiled, "All I ask is that you kill as many wrights and white walkers as you can."

"I will and once the Night King falls, I will return Silver Fang to you."

Robb acknowledged Artys's determined words and clasped his arm in a friendly hold before returning to the circle of Starks surrounding Bran at the high table.


"A nice gesture and one he won't forget in the future," Jon said, eyeing the young King of the Iron Islands swinging his new Valyrian blade in quick slashing arcs under Lord Royce's encouragement.

"It would've been yours if you didn't already have your own but King Artys is a good second choice," Robb affirmed as he settled next to his cousin and let his eyes drift over the crowded hall.

The Great Hall was teeming with soldiers from the four corners of Westeros and Essos but the only notable nobles present were the Starks, Lord Royce and King Artys Greystone. The Tyrells, Lannisters and Martells had preferred to keep to their quarters once the battle strategy had been agreed upon which was understandable considering the bad blood between the parties. Robb knew Daenerys Targaryen hadn't strayed far from her dragons since her arrival at the Rock, unwilling to leave her children for long and he understood why.

When he had been in their presence alone with the Dragon Queen, he had felt their large beady eyes on him, the overwhelming strength of the beasts that were always ready to spew fire on their mother's command. To have dragons on your side was a great advantage and to fight against them was a grave challenge to face.

"It doesn't feel real," said Robb.

"It'll feel real enough when the cold is biting at your skin and you see the blue eyes of the dead running at you," Jon commented, remembering all his previous encounters with wrights and white walkers.

"Do you think the Night King can be killed?"

"He was beaten back before."

"Yes, but can we actually kill him?"

"Everything can be killed," a cold voice emanated from behind them.

Both Stark men turned to see Arya sitting on the high table's surface.

"I hope your right, little sister," Robb sighed.

"He's here," came Bran's emotionless voice. "The Night King will attack soon."

Robb spun back to his cousin, "Jon and I will ready the men. Uncle Benjen, Arya, take Bran to the Godswood. We'll join you shortly."

The next few moments in the Great Hall were chaos; with men running around clanking their unfamiliar obsidian weapons against their armor and rushing to inform their lieges that the time of battle had come.


A few minutes later …

Lannister Chambers, Casterly Rock, Westerlands, Westeros


"Would I have been a good King?"

Tywin put down the cup of water he had and rose from his chair to stand beside Tommen who was gazing out of the window at the oncoming storm clouds that were eating up the ground on the horizon.

"You will be a good King."

"Do you really think we can stop the Night King?"

Tywin restrained the urge to snap at the hopelessness in Tommen's tone and instead turned the young man towards him, away from the window.

"The First Men did it before and we will do it now. It's your destiny to rule the Seven Kingdoms," seeing his words weren't inspiring Tommen as he intended, he pulled at another string, "You will not fall because your son and Queen Margaery await your victorious return in King's Landing."

"Yes," Tommen said, "I must see them again."

The door to the room burst open and Jaime ran in.

"The Night King is close! Brandon Stark just announced in the Great Hall that he will attack tonight. We have to ready the men."

Tywin's eyes caught the young King's, "Stay close to me or Jaime and remember you are a lion."

"Yes, you are a lion and a fighter," Jaime added as he approached them, "I know you will make me … our family proud."

"You're not joining Grandfather and myself on the walls?" Tommen questioned picking up on the finality in Jaime's words.

Jaime crept closer and placed a gentle hand on Tommen's shoulder, "No. I wronged Brandon Stark a long time ago and I feel this is the moment to right that wrong. I need to protect him but your Grandfather will be with you."

A loud commotion at the doorway drew their attention.


"Let me through! Unhand me!" came all too familiar shrieks.

"Release her!" Tywin called.

A second later Cersei rushed into the room and made a beeline for Tommen. No one stopped her as she gathered Tommen into her arms.

"My beautiful boy," Cersei murmured as she tucked her son's head against her chest.

"Mother," Tommen said as he gently pried himself away from her but held her arms in a warm embrace, "You should be in the vaults where it's safe with those that cannot fight."

"I know," Cersei said smoothing down Tommen's hair, "But I had to see you one last time just in case this truly is the end."

"I've missed you," Tommen said, his voice wobbling.

"I've missed you too."

"When the Night King is defeated," Tommen said, regaining some of his composure, "I expect you to return to King's Landing with me. Myrcella is already there and so is your grandson."

Cersei took a moment to take in her normally soft-spoken son demanding something of her. She risked a look at her father who was observing every interaction.

"I can't do that and I don't want to spoil this moment with why. I just wanted to hold my baby boy at least one more time."

"We need to go," Tywin said, not letting the family reunion disturb his focus from the coming battle.

"Father, let them have this," Jaime intervened.

"No, Grandfather is right the Night King doesn't wait," Tommen said, dragging his mother into another hug, "I hope I see you again."

Tommen released Cersei and gave Jaime a nod then made his way towards the door.

"He has grown up," Cersei muttered, looking at the doorway Tommen had disappeared through.

"Children do that with or without the presence of their parents," Tywin replied pointedly.

Cersei's face twisted in rage and she turned on her father, "If we don't all die tonight expect to see my smiling face when you do."

Tywin closed the gap between them with such speed that Jaime instinctually placed himself between them.

"Let's remain civil," Jaime said, finding himself in the unusual position of peace maker with Cersei at his back and his father right in front of him.

"He killed our son!" Cersei snarled.

"I did what I did for the family," Tywin responded calmly, "Joffrey would have turned out to be another Aerys."

"I could have changed him!" Cersei shouted.

"You can't tame madness," Tywin countered, "I tried once already."

"You're a heartless bastard that only cares about your reputation and your bloody legacy. You never cared for Jaime or me, just what we could do for House Lannister," Cersei spat over Jaime's shoulder.

Tywin swallowed the insult then quickly placed a hand on each of his children's faces. Jaime was too shocked to react and Cersei refused to flinch, even when her father's fingers brushed over her scar.

"We have failed each other in many ways and I expect there will be no forgiveness but if this is our last night alive, you should know I loved you both as much as I was capable of doing after your mother's death. Everything I have ever done was for your futures and your children's futures."

Cersei couldn't handle the attempted tender moment and jerked away from her father's touch, "Do our new bastard brothers receive that same love?"

A flash of indignation skimmed across Tywin's face but he contained the feeling and admitted out loud for the first time, "Yohn and Jorge are Lannisters, they are my sons and I protect my blood, even if I have to do so from threats within the family."

Tywin retracted his hand from Jaime's cheek and started for the door only for the harsh tone of his daughter's voice to stop his exit.

"Father, look after my son. If Tommen dies and you somehow survive, I will ensure your death is the singular most painful experience you will have ever had."

Tywin turned back to lock eyes with his eldest, "I'll do everything in my power to keep Tommen safe and nothing will ever hurt me as much as your mother's death did."

Cersei's face displayed her surprise at the emotional confession from her normally hardened hearted father and for once she didn't manage to have the final word as Tywin slipped from the room.


Cersei made to leave as well but Jaime struck out with a hand that tightly grabbed her wrist.

"Cersei …"

She tried to yank her hand back but Jaime's grip was iron-clad, "Let me go."

"No, if I'm going to die today, I need to know, do you love me or was it always your own reflection in me that you loved."

Cersei stopped struggling and looked deeply into Jaime's eyes, "I have always loved you Jaime. We were born to be together."

"Yet you have slept with other men, you ran away with Prince Oberyn the first chance you got, you serve a woman that would have me and Tommen executed."

"Queen Daenerys has agreed that Tommen will rule the Westerlands if he renounces his claim on the Iron Throne and would give you an audience to explain your actions the day King's Landing was sacked."

Jaime let out a little laugh, "And you believe her why?"

"Because she knows the pain of losing a child and she knows how much I love my children."

"How?"

Cersei eyes dropped to where Jaime held her wrist, "I suffered a miscarriage while I was in Essos, she saw what it did to me."

"What!?" Jaime exclaimed, his hand releasing her and his eyes lowering to her belly.

"We were going to have a little girl; I named her Joanna but she never took her first breath," Cersei responded slowly and in a shaky voice.

"Cersei, I'm sorry," Jaime said gently, wanting nothing more than to gather her into an intimate embrace, "but you must see that siding with Daenerys endangers the rest of our family. She may let Tommen go and she may just exile me but there is no chance she will let Father or Tyrion live and I'm not sure Kenna's children would be safe either. If we survive tonight, come back to King's Landing with me and be with Tommen and Myrcella."

"Father deserves to die for what he did to Joffrey," Cersei shot back instantly, "and Tyrion for what he did to Mother. Kenna's children are bastards that would contest Tommen's place as Lord of Casterly Rock. They should never have been born. I will return to King's Landing but it will not be at your or Father's behest."

Jaime pushed away from Cersei, "Listen to yourself! You are talking about the extinction of our blood! Your family."

"My only family left are my children! If you think Father, Tyrion, the Tyrells and that two-bit Arryn whore actually stand a chance against Daenerys's dragons you are delusional."

Jaime shook his head, "We have to survive the night first for any of this to matter and I'm not sure I want to."

Cersei stepped away and disappeared through the door without giving any acknowledgment she had heard Jaime's last words.


Ten minutes later …

Stone Garden (Godswood), near the Ringfort at the top of Casterly Rock, Westerlands


Robb and Jon walked through the Godswood with Grey Wind and Ghost following in their footsteps. Robb noted the areas similarity to the Godswood in Winterfell. Tall grassy areas, with lush bushes and vegetation were dominated by the twisted Weirwood tree in the middle. The peacefulness and stillness of the unkept natural woodland was only disturbed by the marching of the near hundred Northmen behind them.

"Is this enough men?" Jon quired, looking over his shoulder.

"We can't fit anymore in here so it will have to be," Robb replied as they reached the twisted Weirwood tree that sprouted up in the centre of the walled off woodland.

Bran was sitting in his wheelchair. His eyes were a void of nothingness. They were dull and vacant like they had seen too much too often for too long.

"Is he warging?" Robb asked as he moved past the Hound and Ygritte.

"No, I'm just reflecting," Bran answered keeping his eyes on a fixed point on the ground.

"On what?" Robb asked as he and Jon stopped a foot away from the wheelchair.

"On the fact that life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forward."

Robb and Jon exchanged confused looks but didn't voice their puzzlement.

"Are we ready?" Benjen asked, walking out from behind the Weirwood tree.

"Yes," Robb said, "The rest of the Northern host waits in the streets of Casterly Rock. Jon and I will fight there if the Night King makes it that far."

"Where is Arya?" Jon asked, looking around them.

"Up here," came Arya's voice from beyond the red leaves of the Weirwood tree.

Arya, after a few seconds, dropped down to land elegantly behind Bran and pet Ghost behind his ear.

"Snow clouds are obscuring the Night King's advancement but his army will reach the Lion's Mouth within the hour," she alerted them.

"I can feel … the weight of the dead," Bran said ominously, "I can see the strings that attach the wights to the White Walkers and to the Night King."

"Are you sure you can break the Night King's control on so many wights?" Robb asked pensively. A large part of their strategy relied on Bran being able to render most of the wights marching on them inert and unanimated.

"The Night King will still be able to retain some control on those close to him and I cannot reach the White Walkers but most of the undead should remain still beyond the walls."

Robb brushed a hand through his fully grown beard, running a finger over the scar he had received from Smalljon. It was a reminder to be vigilant. That death was always around the corner.

He turned his thoughts to another potential issue, "The clouds could be a problem for Daenerys's dragons."

"We can only do our part and hope she does hers," Jon said with a gloomy shadow covering his features.

"It's time for us to go," Robb announced with sadness overwhelming his words.

He gathered Arya up into his arms, pressing his forehead to hers, "If Jon and I fail, you and those here will be our last line of defense. Don't let the Night King touch Bran."

"I won't," Arya promised as she fully leant into her brother's chest before gesturing for Jon to join in.

When she felt Jon's arms wrap around her she growled out, "You both better not die."

"I don't think either of us are planning on it," Jon laughed at the demanding tone of her words.

Robb withdrew, "It's time."

Jon nodded reluctantly and let go of Arya.

The Stark men slowly turned around to the exit but both stopped suddenly as they saw Jaime Lannister loitering at the entrance.

"What in the Seven Hells is he doing here?" Robb said between gritted teeth.

Jon shrugged but kept a guarded eyed on the blond man making his way towards them.

"King Robb, Lord Snow," Jaime addressed, "I would like to offer my services in defending Lord Brandon."

"You nearly killed him in the past and now you want to protect him," Robb said, in a disbelieving tone.

"It's precisely because of my past actions I want to defend him now."

"Is that a guilty conscious catching up to you Kingslayer?" Robb hissed.

Jaime shuffled on his feet and his eyes went to the short black sword in his hand, "It feels right that I'm here."

"Or perhaps you are hoping that the Night King doesn't make it this far? That you won't have to face death?" Robb snarled as Jon placed a hand on his arm to hold him back.

"He is right," Bran spoke up by the Weirwood tree, "He belongs here."

Robb snapped his head back to Bran but found only an unwavering blank expression on his brother's face.

"Fine," Robb ground out and waved Jaime past him.

Jon placed a hand on Robb's back, "Come on we need to get into position."

It took till they reached the exit to notice that they weren't only being followed by their direwolves.

"Ygritte, what are you doing?" Jon asked.

The redheaded wildling gave Jon an annoyed look, "I go where you go Jon Snow."

"You should stay here with Bran," Jon tried, ignoring the fact that he still hadn't told Ygritte the truth about his true identity.

"But then who would save your pretty behind?"

A bright smile danced on Robb's lips, "I like her."

Jon just shook his head, "Fine but please don't do anything reckless. I would … miss you if you weren't around anymore."

"Good, you have no choice anyway. I don't follow orders, I'm a wildling," Ygritte said confidently passing the two Starks and walking out of the Godswood.

Robb watched Ygritte go and grasped Jon's shoulder, "I would miss you if you weren't around anymore … is that the best you could do? I think the words you were looking for were, don't die I love you."

Jon didn't reply but his cheeks burned and not purely because of the cold.


Half an hour later …

City Streets of Casterly Rock (Middle level), Westerlands


Robb walked with his men through the torch lit streets of Casterly Rock, ordering them down certain streets to support barricades that they had created in the previous weeks. As he did, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the large stone buildings that looked like they had been carved directly out of the mountain itself or the sheer size of the Westerlands capital. It was nothing like Winterfell but beautiful in its own rocky way. Robb was struck with a momentary jealously that it would be Kenna Arryn's name that would go down in the annals of time as the first person to successfully take Casterly Rock but the feeling quickly faded as the numbing cold reminded him that there might be no history to speak of once the coming night was over.

Robb made his way onto the main street that led straight from the Great Hall at the very top of the city to the Lion's Mouth way below them, at the bottom of Casterly Rock. This would be the path the Night King would take to get to Bran and the more obstacles in his way, the better the chance would be at whittling down the wights and white walkers he had around him, leaving him vulnerable to that lucky blow that would save the dawn.

He saw the large cluster of Dornish spears and Northern swordsmen ahead. The mix of men were entirely blocking the main street. Before he could issue further orders a rich voice called out to him.

Prince Oberyn emerged from the sea of men, "King Robb, it seems we are to fight together tonight. Let's make sure there are songs about our prowess."

Robb's eyes went beyond Oberyn's shoulder, "I don't fight for glory Prince Oberyn I fight for my family and my people."

"As do I and my nephew. My fighting just happens to be glorious to behold," Oberyn grinned, glancing back into the throng of men to spot Trystane conversing with Jon, Aero Hotah and a red-headed wildling archer.

Oberyn shivered in his light armor, "The Night King really does bring winter with him."

"That isn't all he brings," Robb remarked gloomily, knowing what the creeping snow clouds covered underneath their bellowing mist.

"Yes," Oberyn said, placing the bottom of his spear firmly on the cobbled street, "and I'm glad you and your family are with us in this fight. Even if the Night King kills us all, you can die with honour knowing you picked the right side to fight for."

Robb made a positive noise but left the Prince to join his men and rally them against the oncoming storm.


Same time …

Walls of Casterly Rock (Low level), Behind the Lion's Mouth, Westerlands


Lord Royce traced the looming snow clouds with his eyes and let his hand curl around the pommel of Honour's Edge. He did a quick prayer to the Warrior that he might see the Vale again, visit Runestone and hold his grandchildren again. He prayed that the future would be kinder to the Arryn line and that Queen Kenna Arryn's reign would be long-lasting and peaceful. He prayed that the Night King would fall and that summer would return to Westeros.

"Are the Gods with us?" Artys asked as he and Ser Mychel Redfort slipped into the space beside Lord Royce.

Lord Royce exhaled over the top of the stone wall they had been tasked with defending, "They don't answer the likes of me but one can only hope they are on the side of the living."

"I'm not so sure," Artys mused, looking out beyond the wall down at the Lion's mouth and the bridge that connected Casterly Rock to the mainland, "Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill hundreds you are a great warrior. Kill hundreds of thousands of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a God."

Lord Royce let out a rumbling chuckle, "One with no one left to worship you. What nonsense have you been reading?"

"Lord Grafton said it once to me when we were sailing to Sunspear from Pyke. Still have no idea what he was trying to teach me," Artys snorted.

Lord Royce nodded at the memory of his deceased friend, "Well, let us kill this God and go home."

"We won't exactly be going home, though will we?" Artys complained, the thrill of war was beginning to wane with the experience of it.

"What we do if we survive is something that has already been agreed upon," came Lord Tywin's sharp voice from behind them.

Both Valemen spun around with hands on the handles of their swords to see Lord Tywin flanked by Tommen and Lancel Lannister.

"We haven't forgotten our agreement," Lord Royce said, forcing his hand to uncurl, "I just hope Lord Redwyne is ready when called upon and that the situation is in our favour if we survive."

Lancel gasped and pointed into the distance, "You can't even see Lannisport anymore."

"I hope the city was able to be evacuated," Lord Royce said sincerely, looking at the wall of mist that now seemed to surround the entirety of Casterly Rock.

"Some refused to move but most smallfolk were persuaded to take the Ocean road south to the Reach," Tywin answered.

"Will the walls hold back the tide of the undead?" Artys asked, looking over the mentioned stone structure and admiring the steep drop. He couldn't even see the bottom clearly.

"The walls have never fallen to a frontal assault but the gate at the Lion's Mouth is where I imagine the Night King will focus his efforts," Tywin predicted.

"The Tyrells have secured the docks. Commander Strickland and the Golden Company are holding the Lion's Mouth, the Starks and Martells hold the main street. And we man the walls," Lord Royce said, gesturing at the mix of catapults and archers that line up all around the walls of Casterly Rock.

Tywin nodded at Lord Royce's words but his eyes fixed on the three dragons crawling over the Lion's Mouth's natural cavern below them. He could faintly see the flowing silver hair of Daenerys Targaryen on top the largest dragon.

"What of Queen Daenerys's people? Are they ready?" Tommen asked.

"Last I heard the Dothraki were finished with spreading the barrels of wildfire we received from King's Landing and were dispersing throughout the city, the Unsullied and Second Sons are stationed inside the main buildings surrounding the Godswood and the Great Hall," Lord Royce said.

They all nodded. There was nothing else to be done now but wait for the Night King to reach them and to maintain their strategy and hope it worked.


Same time …

Deep in the mines of Casterly Rock (Heart of the Rock), Westerlands


Melisandre stood in the shadows as the six Children of the Forest set up various candles around the low celling enclosure and started painting a green paste in a large circle on the uneven natural stone floor. The space was lit only by candle light and the walls were pure rock all around.

"Where are we?" she asked, wanting to know what made this natural chamber special as oppose to all the manmade ones she had passed on her way here.

"This is the heart of the Rock," Leaf answered as she scurried around positioning candles on the green paste as the other children started drawing squiggly lines inside the circle.

Melisandre nodded, there was power here she could feel it in the warm air even if she couldn't connect to it just as she felt the power of the little creatures rushing around the ground in front of her. It was the same power that she prayed to nightly and had glimpses of during her visions. It was R'hllor, Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire, the God of Flame and Shadow.

"You cannot stay with us," Leaf said, finished with the candles. "You still have a role to play."

Melisandre walked closer to the green circle, "Where should I go?"

"You know," Leaf responded cryptically, watching the red priestess's brown eyes light up in realization.

"Azor Ahai."

Leaf looked up from her crouching position, "Azor Ahai died eons ago but there may be another to fulfil his role. Go now before it is too late."

Melisandre cast one last glance at the six children who now sat within the circle chanting in a language even she didn't understand. As she made her way along the dark tunnels by way of the light emitting from her necklace alone, she wondered what the Children of the Forest were trying to do but that wasn't her concern anymore. R'hllor had charged her with a different task.

Protecting Azor Ahai.


Author's Notes:

I know this was all build up but I wanted to highlight the dynamics in play, what is at stake, set the stage where certain characters are and where their state of mind is on the eve of battle. I actually found it a bit challenging to write this chapter as there were a lot of moving parts and characters to touch base with and I didn't want to miss out any significant interacts before the fighting begins.

Like in TV canon Bran is placed in the Godswood and please think of it like the Godswood at Winterfell but just smaller and at the top of a massive mountain. The Children are deep in the tunnels of the Rock, while the rest of the characters are fortifying important defensive positions – Docks, Lion's Mouth, Walls, city streets that lead up to the Godswood in an effort to kill all the wights Bran can't freeze then pick the Night King out before he can reach Bran.

I have tried to make the layout of Casterly Rock clear as it is important to how the battle plays out but any queries just ask.

Anyone got any guesses for who will survive and who will die?

Also, what are the Children of the Forest up to? xD


Reviews:

Supremus85 – It is a bit volatile lol. She would've done! She was so much fun to write.

Ksyushangel – That is a really nice compliment 3 They are dangerous women, I think Sansa is hiding that potential more than the other two but dangerous all the same. Genna is certainly a firecracker! And one of a few characters that can surprise Tyrion and Tywin. I don't mind when people find the story. I still think it is cool that people tag along on the writing journey of the story :) Thanks! I'm really trying not to disappoint anyone and just write the best story I can.

Antares Graceford – They just have their natural wit and cunning … and thousands of men to back them up. You and me both! Little Robin seems to just scoot by I wonder for how much longer that is going to last ;) This chapter was really a build up for the battle element of the Long Night and honestly no one remains untouched so …

Ser Dorito of Aisle 13 – I always have to have a notepad when reading your comments! I have tried to take everything into account :)

Guest (commented 06/02/2021) – It would ;P The Kenna/Robb deal was to march against the Lannisters not just Tywin. Robb would still want Jaime & Cersei. Tyrion would be an acting regent for Jorge as he is a toddler still but is Tywin's official heir. Tyrion is now Tywin's most trusted and capable child just because of how low his opinion is of Jaime & Cersei now. The Tywin & Tyrion relationship in this story has ventured far from the canon one. Both wars are important and are the biggest events left in the story (maybe ;P)

NightlyRownTree – Your welcome!

Tohka123 – Technically that happens next chapter but it's going to be fun!

Guest (commented 07/02/2021) – Food is an important source and Dany beforehand was really just pillaging from the Vale and Riverlands.

Shadow Wolf 15846 – Edging closer and closer! Thanks Shadow! Appreciate you saying that :)

Guest (commented 08/02/2012) – You mean Margaery and Kenna? They would be a power couple! Or did I miss something?

DannyBlack70 – I thought might have! Yes, Margaery isn't letting go of how Kenna treated her during Stannis's short Kingship but they are both forces of nature who don't play second fiddle and show that more openly than Sansa does. Genna is so much fun to write, she just gives zeros fucks.


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