Sister's Keeper
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Chapter 93: Leaving Winterfell
Alysanne POV
I stared at Visenya as she sat on the Stone Throne with Dark Sister in hand. She held a serious face. We have not communicated since the day before my wedding. That was nearly a month ago—practically two months spent in restoring Winterfell and allowing the soldiers to recover from the Long Night. Word has already spread of my marriage to Jorah. Seeing her with a serious face was a sign.
"It is time," Visenya said.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, your men have recovered long enough," she answered. "You promised the southern lords for the attack in five months' time. It will take a month for your men to march south since the coast is not safe."
I took a deep breath. Visenya got up as she marched over and rested a hand on my shoulder.
"You have slain the Undying Ones. You have conquered Slaver's Bay and abolished slavery. And most of all, you've defeated the Ice Dragon in the Long Night. There's nothing to be afraid. You can take back King's Landing and restore House Targaryen once and for all." She murmured.
"Will I be a good queen?" I asked. "Am I capable of ruling six kingdoms?"
"I know you are," she assured me. "You have a consort who sees the harsh side of the world. A
Hand, though, needs to reduce his drinking, yet understands politics along with a Master of Whisperers who is focused on the Realm. The Realm will come first. Too many selfish rulers have destroyed the purpose of a monarchy. It is time to unite the Six Kingdoms. And it can't happen when an imposter sits on the Iron Throne."
I nodded.
"It will be terrifying," she said. "That is why I had you rule the Bay of Dragons before Westeros. You can do this, and I will be there for you."
I took a deep breath, "I fear of people dying because of me."
"Many fears of death, except right now the noble houses fear the Lannisters. Any fail attempts to please the Lioness, the common people are held accountable. Right now, she has the refugees and citizens of the Crownlands fill King's Landing to prevent you from using the dragons." She informed.
"The dragons will not harm the people," I promised. "We're going to form a blockade, preventing shipments from coming in so the people can knock her out. Meanwhile, when they least expect it, take the tunnels to overthrow her."
Visenya nodded pleased, "You are just like me if only you came from my bloodline."
I smiled softly, "You have been there for me since the beginning."
"All because you were tempted to kill your brother," she murmured.
I sighed, rubbing my neck, "Not my proudest moment."
"But it broke the chain and allow your spirit to come to me," she explained. "You can do this. I know you can. Listen to your council, but remember you are a dragon. The Dragoness of the West."
I nodded.
Visenya nodded as she pecked my cheek.
When I open my eyes, I found myself back in my bedroom in Winterfell. Jorah was already awake, as he got dressed for the day. I watched his muscles flex and fingers moved around. He turned around, seeing me awake, and gave a small smile before walking over to give me a kiss. We've been married for a month now—the pleasures of sharing a bed without any secrets. As much as I want to savor this, Visenya announcement held me tightly.
Jorah noticed this and pulled back, "What is it?"
"It's time," I said.
He stared at me for a moment, his eyes narrow in comprehension slightly, "Are you sure?"
I nodded, "I'm sure. We have three months left before the siege. It's time."
Jorah nodded, "As you wish."
With nothing else to say, I gave him a peck before getting out of bed and dress for the day. Putting on my usual black attire and hair braided. Once we were fully dressed and groomed, we headed off to the solar room where breakfast was being served. When we entered, Tyrion, Varys, Daenerys, Missandei, and Grey Worm were there eating.
"Good morning, you grace," Varys greeted as he stood up, giving a bow. "Has the royal couple slept well?"
"We have," Jorah confirmed, leaving it there. "Alysanne has something to announce."
All the men stood while Missandei and Daenerys remained in their seats. All eyes were on me.
I took a deep breath, "It has been two months since the Long Night. Enough time spent in recovery and helping House Stark restore Winterfell. With winter being here, it will probably take a month and a half to reach the Crownlands and collect able body soldiers."
"Are you sure, Your Grace?" Tyrion asked.
"I am," I answered.
"Very well," he replied.
We gathered around at the table. I focused on Daenerys, for I have a huge favor for her. One I can only trust since Drogon is the only dragon able to fly for a long distance. Viserion can only fly for a short distance and needs to rest. Along with being a Targaryen.
"Daenerys, I need to ask you a favor," I started.
"What is it, sister?" she asked.
"I need you to fly down south to Dorn and get the Dornish ready for battle. Hopefully, in three months, the Six Kingdoms will be ready to invade King's Landing." I answered.
Daenerys paused, thinking about it before nodding, "I could use the warmer climate. I'll have Kovarro in charge with Jorah."
I nodded, pleased by her response.
"When do you want to leave?" Tyrion asked.
"In a week," I answered. "Enough time for the men to get the supplies ready, wagons pack, and prepare for the long march."
They all nodded.
We ate breakfast, going over the plans. Tyrion advising Daenerys to fly through Westeros and not along the coastal region. Varys has confirmed that Euron's fleet has control over Blackwater Bay in the Crownlands. It would be dangerous for her to make a stop at Dragonstone since their ships have been spotted. Right now, the Valyrian Islands of Claw Isle and Driftmark. Celtigar and Velaryon I had ordered to evacuate the islands. Ser Terrance warned his grandfather Lord Ardian will be stubborn. He will demand compensation after hearing what Euron is capable of. Meanwhile, Captain Aurane went to Driftmark to ensure his nephew and the citizens of the island are safe. The island colonies taking refuge at Gulltown in the Vale of Arryn.
After breakfast, I excused myself and headed off to find Jon. A servant informed me that his grace is in his studies. I headed over there with Jorah, on the other side of the Castle. The interior of the main Castle is almost back to proper conditions, as the shudders and glass windows have been replaced along with the furnishing. The actual damage towards Winterfell has been the exterior, primarily the courtyards, battlements, and buildings that are not attached to the Castle. Especially the wall and tower the Ice Dragon had destroyed.
When we reached Jon's study, a squire stood outside and knocked, "Your Grace, Queen Alysanne and King Jorah are here."
"Send them in," Jon replied.
The squire nodded, opening the door to allow us in. Inside, we found Jon sitting by his desk with Lady Sansa standing next to him holding a parchment, while Maester Walkons stood by with scrolls. Glancing at the desk to see the fundamental blueprints of the city. Maester Walkon gave a formal greeting while Lady Sansa and Jon nodded.
"Your Grace, what do I owe this pleasure?" Jon asked.
"Your Grace, I came to inform you the time has come for my armies to march south," I answered.
Jon's eyes widen, and mouth parted slightly.
I turned my direction to the Lady of Winterfell, "Lady Sansa, I thank you for your hospitality and service for my men."
"The pleasure is all mine, and I thank you for aiding the North and helping in the restoration,"
Lady Sansa said. "May I ask when you plan on your departure?"
"Within a week, enough time to prepare for the long march south," I replied. "A shipment should be on its way, enough to provide both of us for the following journey."
Lady Sansa nodded.
Jon stood up, "It's short notice, but I am sure I can get my men ready."
"Your Grace," I stopped him. "The North has suffered enough. Your men are tired and deserve to rest."
Jon was about to open his mouth, but I interrupted him.
"There was this song in western Essos. 'Take root in the ground. Live in harmony with the wind. Plant your seeds in the winter. And rejoice with the birds in the coming of spring'. "I said.
"She's right, Jon, the North can't handle any more wars." Lady Sansa added.
Jon sighed, "Then I'm coming with you."
"No," Lady Sansa and I barked in protest.
I cannot risk my nephew's life. From all the rumors I have heard and the scars I have seen, he needs to rest. Let him finally be at peace and rule his kingdom. Let him focus on rebuilding the North, for many towns and villages have been destroyed because of the Ends march. Aid the Wildlings in new territory or their departure to return home.
Lady Sansa took a deep breath, "The North needs their king now than ever before."
"I agree with Lady Sansa," Maester Walkon spoke out. "The people need you in these dark times."
"I made a vow to serve House Targaryen," Jon reminded. "Must I take back my word?"
"Jon," I sighed, which got his attention. "Your Vow has served me in the Long Night. And though you told Cersei of our alliance…I must end your vow there. Your people need you. Your family needs you. A ruler is responsible for their people, despite their honor. The Realm comes first."
"Thank you," Lady Sansa praised.
"I will leave Rhaegal here in the North in case Cersei dares brings an army," I announced. "Jon managed to tame him."
Lady Sansa nodded.
With nothing else to say, Jorah and I left the room to give them privacy.
"Are you sure you don't want Jon's help?" Jorah asked in Dothraki.
"The North has suffered enough," I answered. "They need to focus on rebuilding and surviving the winters. Maester Walkon says summer lasted ten years, and five years of autumn. How long will this winter last? The South can manage, but can they?"
"You brought a fair point," he murmured.
I nodded, also I need to secure the Targaryen legacy. If anything were to happen to Daenerys and I, at least I will know the bloodline will continue…even if the name has gone extinct. I pray Dany, and I will survive this war. But if something were to happen to us, at least I know Jon will continue the bloodline and restore House Targaryen's name. Speaking of which, it is best I start writing some documents for him. So, he can know the truth about his father. Even though my memories of my childhood are gone, I still have the knowledge that can be recalled.
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Tyrion and Jaime POV
The two brothers were at a small tavern enjoying one's company. Tyrion is pleased that Alysanne had decided to wait, giving the Unsullied and Dothraki time to recover and the southern armies to get a head start to switch the men. Hence, there are freshly trained soldiers ready for the siege. The siege will be different than the siege Tywin Lannister had performed. This time, they will wait for the city, only fighting the soldiers who dare attack. And during the long wait, if the people don't overthrow Cersei, they will use the tunnels to get into the Red Keep.
Jaime just hopes Tyrion's plan works since there is a slight issue. One that both brothers has not told anyone about. The fact that Cersei is pregnant with Jaime's child. The Kingslayer regretted his decisions from the past. Not realizing until it was too late how manipulated he was, and the brainwashing of the Lannister's definition of family. If all goes well, he will make a difference as Lord of Casterly Rock. But he can't join the battle. He can't serve a hateful woman at the same time he can't fight against her. That is one of his reasons. Another is, he found love in Ser Brienne. She has seen the worse and has forgiven him when everyone would judge.
"So, she's going to stay here with you?" Tyrion asked.
Jaime paused before nodding, "She's sworn to protect the Stark girls, so…"
Tyrion adjusted his eyebrows and nodded.
Jaime felt uncomfortable with his silence, "Say something snide."
Tyrion stared at him, offended, "I'm happy. I'm happy that you're happy."
Jaime stared at him in question.
"I'm happy that you'll finally have to climb for it," Tyrion jest, raising his tankard.
Jaime couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head.
"Do you know how long I've waited to tell tall-person jokes?" Tyrion inquired. "To climbing mountains."
Jaime raised his glass as the two clang their tankards together, "To climbing mountains."
They each to a gulp of their ale. It wasn't rich as wine, yet it gave them a buzz they needed for this celebration. However, Tyrion won't stop there.
"What's she like down there?" he asked.
Jaime nearly gagged in his drink, "What? That's not your concern."
"I haven't been with a woman for years," Tyrion said, leaning closer, setting his drink down.
"Give me a morsel."
Jaime scoffed, not believing it. But it is true. The last person Tyrion slept with was Shae. The betrayal from his lover struck him hard. So hard that when he tried to perform to forget about Shae, at the brothel in Volantis, he couldn't get it up for Clea. Yes, the woman was a slave prostitute, but their conversation was comforting, as she spoke the truth when spotting a liar. If only he stayed longer to pry further into her mind. Otherwise, no women awaken his cock to perform. Even the prostitutes in Meereen, when offering them to the Three Masters didn't stir.
Impotence, he thought he would never experience it until he is sixty. Although he probably gains satisfaction from a woman performing oral…it just wouldn't be fair to be one-sided. Tyrion used to enjoy returning the favor and ravishing women. Now he has a big cock that does nothing than piss.
"You're a dog," Jaime countered slightly in disgust.
"I am the Imp, and I demand to know," Tyrion ordered, pounding his finger on the table.
"I knew you were fucking her," a third voice said, entering the room.
The two Lannister brothers look up, glancing at the door to see none other than Bronn standing there with a crossbow. Jaime realized that it's no ordinary crossbow. It was ornate, ones only nobility have, with stags and lions carved into it. It was Joffrey's crossbow. Bronn made is way over.
"A pair of tall, blond toffs. Must be like looking in a mirror," Bronn continued.
"Ser Bronn of the Blackwater," Tyrion greeted bewilder then noticing something off. "Where's your drink? What are you – what are you doing up North?"
Jaime, not drunk, stared at the crossbow, "What are you doing with that?"
"Oh, this?" Bronn replied, raising the crossbow, then grabbed a chair sitting down across from them. "This is for you. For both of you."
"You're supposed to be south," Tyrion murmured.
"You boys are a pair of gold-plated cunts. Do you know that?" Bronn countered casually.
"That's a bit rude," Tyrion mumbled.
"Year after year, I've shoveled Lannister shit, and what do I have to show?" Bronn asked.
"You're a knight, thanks to me," Tyrion reminded.
"Thanks to me," Bronn corrected. "And that title's worth as much as a blind hair from your brother's ballsack."
"Power resides when men believe—" Tyrion started.
"Shut your mouth," Bronn warned, aiming the crossbow at Jaime.
Tyrion merely nodded, "I'm just trying –"
"I've never hit a dwarf before, but say another word, and I will belt you." Bronn threatened.
Tyrion raised his finger, "See, I don't believe you'd so that, after all –"
Before couldn't finish it quote, when Bronn snapped his wrist, punching Tyrion in the nose. The sellsword knight kept his word, bursting a blood vessel in the dwarf's nose. Jaime stood up, yet Bronn placed his hands around the trigger, where a clink was heard, indicating the weapon was ready to be fired.
"You couldn't do it on your best day, you one-handed fuck. And your best days are long gone."
Bronn challenged, sitting back down, keeping the crossbow aimed at Jaime's chest.
Tyrion groaned, holding his bloody nose, "You broke my nose!"
"I did not break your nose," Bronn countered.
"How do you know?" Tyrion wined, trying to keep the blood from seeping out.
"Because I've been breaking noses since I was your size, and I know what it sounds like. Now listen," Bronn explained sarcastically before getting serious.
Jaime sat down, knowing Bronn had the upper hand.
"Your sister offered me Riverrun. Nice big castle, good lands, plenty of peasants who do what they're told." Bronn started.
"House Tully has reclaimed Riverrun," Tyrion reminded, groaning, grabbing a handkerchief out of his pocket.
"And you trust Cersei—" Jaime started.
"I knew your sister was dead the second I saw those dragons," Bronn interrupted. "Now, your army may be torn to shit, but I'd still bet on your Dragon Queen to win. And it just so happens I'm a betting man." He leaned over, stealing Tyrion's tankard. "If Cersei's dead, she can't pay up." He took a gulp. "Mmm, that's good. Of course, the odds change if the Dragon's Queen's Hand turns up dead. Maybe a few of her top generals get picked off one by one. And all of a sudden…"
Tyrion doubted it since Alysanne has Martell and Tyrell's support. Based on the reports, Willas is an intelligent man despite being a cripple. Unlike his father, grandfather, and two brothers. He is the true grandson of Lady Olenna. Practically an even match to him in intelligence. Other than age and height, the only thing that makes them different is Willas is not a drunken lecher. Prince Doran is also an intelligent man, even with gout, he will offer wisdom to Alysanne. So, if Tyrion does end up dead, Alysanne will not be hindered by having either of them. As much as he hates to admit it.
"May I speak?" Tyrion asked.
"Why not?" Bronn answered, annoyed. "Only death will shut you up."
Tyrion took a deep breath lowering his hand. "We made a deal long ago. Do you remember?"
"If anyone offered me money to kill you, you'd pay me double." Bronn quoted. "What's double Riverrun?"
Tyrion paused, thinking about it. All the Great Houses locations have been restoring or reinstated to new houses. The Martells still own Sunspear and the Water Gardens. Let alone the Dornish will not accept a sellsword as their new Prince/Warden even if Bronn somehow married the Princess. The Tyrells still have Highgarden, can't take that away from them. The Eyrie belongs to Robin Arryn. Storm's End reinstated to House Wensington. The North belongs to the Starks and the Northerners. And the Iron Islands gain their independence through Queen Yara… removing Pyke. There was Casterly Rock; however, Bronn will point out the minds were dried up. He won't be able to gain anything. And Harrenhal is practically cursed and will take a decade to repair. So, what famous or flourish property can Tyrion offered to Bronn. One that has no cadet branch Houses to reclaim it.
Then Tyrion thought of one location that has recently gone extinct thanks to Joffrey's death. Varys informed him of the truth about who killed Joffrey or at least had a part in the regicide. Thanks to Little Finger, sending Ser Dontos Hollard to take Sansa away and getting a kill in the process. House Rykker has been extinct along with House Darklyn. And with Ser Dontos dead, it leaves Dun Fort vacant.
"Dun Fort," Tyrion answered. "You could be Lord of Duskendale."
"Dun Fort? Are you mad?" Jaime asked his brother. Since Jaime knew it was being run by a spinster woman, the last of the Rykkers.
"It's better than being dead," Tyrion argued.
"He's not going to kill us," Jaime disagreed.
Bronn pulled the trigger causing the arrow to fly and striking the pillar behind Jaime. The arrow being six inches away from the Lion's ear. His green eyes widen, staring at Bronn in disbelief. Bronn reloaded quickly, aiming directly into Jaime's face.
"The way I see it, I only need one of the Lannister brothers alive," Bronn murmured. "And your brother has the queen's ear."
"Duskendale will never belong to a cutthroat," Jaime promised.
He knew the struggles Duskendale went through since the Defiance of Duskendale. How they had the courage to challenge and kidnapped the Mad King, under Ser Symon Hollard and Lord Denys Darklyn. The perfect opportunity to put the end of the Mad King and allow Rhaegar to be King. One mistake both sides wish had happened.
"No? Who were your ancestors, the ones who made your family rich? Fancy lads in silks? They were fucking cutthroats. That's how all the great houses started, isn't it? With a hard bastard who was good at killing people. Kill a few hundred people, they make you a lord."
Of course, the Lannisters beginning was different for Lann the Clever. There were two sides to the story. One that the Lannisters says is that Lann snuck into Casterly Rock and made House Casterly believe the Castle was haunted. Scaring the Casterly out of their home never to return. When the most realistic approach that they try to hide, is that Lann the Clever slept with Lord Casterly's daughters impregnating them when they were unconscious. To prevent a scandal, Lord Casterly had no choice but to marry his eldest daughter and heir to Lann. The Lannisters try to keep it under the rug.
"Kill a few thousand, they make you King. And then all your cocksucking grandsons can ruin the family with their cocksucking ways," Bronn finished taking another drink of ale then slammed the tankard on the table. "Dun Fort. Give me your word."
Tyrion looked at his once friend in the eyes, "You have my word."
Bronn nodded.
"None of this means a thing until we take King's Landing," Tyrion added. "We ride south in a few days. We could use an officer with knowledge of the city's defenses."
Bronn chuckled, shaking his head while standing up, "Oh, no. No, my fighting days are done. But I still got a few killing days left you hear me? I'll come find you when the war is done. Till then, don't die."
Bronn made his departure.
Jaime stared at Tyrion, "Dun Fort?"
"It was better than Harrenhal," Tyrion explained.
"I would most definitely have an arrow in me if you said Harrenhal," Jaime muttered.
Tyrion nodded in agreement. Now he just needs to figure out how to tell Queen Alysanne about the new Lord of Duskendale. This will definitely get him in trouble. Hopefully, a bruised bloody nose can earn him some sympathy points. Jaime on the other hand, is concern that Cersei wants both of them dead. Not just Tyrion, but him as well.
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Daenerys's POV
Daenerys was leaving a day early before the army was marching south. The past few days, she made her Dothraki council putting Kovarro in charge. Kovarro is the last of her khas since her marriage to Drogo. Rakharo's death in the Red Waste by the traitor kos, who became Khals out of her husband's khalasar. And Aggo, he passed away during the Long Night, being torn to pieces by a Wight Giant. Kovarro, the youngest of the three, survived this long and learned throughout the years. Her truest bloodrider.
Kovarro promised he will lead the Dothraki south with Ser Jorah's guidance. It breaks her heart that the majority of the Dothraki had fallen during the Long Night, leaving barely over thirty-thousand bloodriders. It was a hard decision, but once they removed Cersei, Daenerys will be sending the Dothraki back to Essos. She can't risk the extinction of a proud race. Yes, she left half the population back in Vaes Dothrak. However, the majority there are women, the elderly, and children. It will take a generation or two before their population is back to normal.
She sighed, securing her white coat with red trim. It will take four days to a week to reach Sunspear. Prince Doran is already waiting for her arrival since the decision was made over a month ago. She went over the maps, learning about the different routes she can take to get to Dorne. How she can stop and recover at Riverrun and Highgarden if need be. Of course, Daenerys can last days on Drogo and never feel sore.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Daenerys said, believing it was Alysanne or Missandei.
"Drogon is ready," Jon announced as he entered.
Daenerys tensed. She has been avoiding Jon since that night during the feast. During feasts, meetings, and passing, she has been courteous. However, she has limited to having a conversation. Blaming herself in being so naïve thinking Jon could be the one. He was different from all the men she has encountered. But alas, the fates take away her happiness in a companion, by revealing Jon to be her nephew. If Jon wasn't raised by the Northern standards and Alysanne not making the sacred vow to their ancestors, they could have been together.
Yet Daenerys knew why, even if she was barren. The incest was taboo. And if she were able to produce a child, then that child will have difficulties. Would the child be born with madness or deformities? Will the child die in her womb or be born stillborn? The thoughts aggravated her.
She turned around, facing Jon, "Thank you."
Jon nodded, opening his mouth, then closed it. The tension-filled the air, the frustration, and hurt from their last sincere conversation. They have been civil towards one another for Alysanne's sake. Although, how can they ignore their feelings over the months they shared at Dragonstone and the two voyages.
"Daenerys, I…" he started, then stop.
"What is it?" she asked with hope.
Jon sighed as he stepped forward, placing a peck on her forehead. Daenerys's heart drop, for that seemed like a familiar peck, one that relatives give and not a romantic partner. He pulled back, looking into her hurt lilac eyes.
"Be careful," he said.
Daenerys trying to hide her hurt, sighed, "I will." She placed her hand on his chest, where his scars resign, "Take care, Jon Snow. I hope you find some happiness."
"Dany…" he started but stopped.
She shook her head, "Just remember your promise. As much as I rather you keep the secret to your grave…wait until Alysanne and I reclaim King's Landing."
Jon sighed in understanding. Alysanne had him promise not to share his identity with his family until after they take King's Landing. Daenerys doubts Lady Sansa will keep this secret. The she-wolf would do anything to protect her pack and eliminate competition. Even when those competition is not attacking; the Stark is anticipating an attack.
The King in the North took the Khaleesi's hand to kiss her knuckles, "You have my word."
Daenerys nodded as she leaned up to give him a kiss. The last kiss she will have from him. As his scruffs tickled her skin. Jon kissed her for a moment before pulling back, not taking it any further. There are boundaries. Jon can allow her to be his friend and family, but never can they be lovers. Daenerys sighed, wanting to get this off her chest.
"Out of all the men, you have taken my heart and stabbed it with a dagger," she pulled back, collecting her satchel for the journey.
"Dany," Jon pleaded.
She walked past him, not looking back, "Goodbye, Aenar Targaryen."
She knows she hurt him by addressing him by his true Targaryen name. No one was on the floor, so his secret was safe. But still, between Drogo, Daario, and Jon… Drogo awakened her fire, provided her protection, but he couldn't give her security. Daario, he was talented with the art of fighting and fucking. Yet his narcissism can be too much. But Jon, he was loyal, humble, and skilled. All the qualities she sees in a man that wasn't toxic masculinity. In the end, their blood separates them. Even if Lyanna Stark's blood eases the possibilities, it wasn't enough.
She blames Rhaegar for all this.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way outside to the courtyard. Drogon was waiting outside the Castle's wall for her departure. Daenerys spotted the council waiting for her along with Alysanne. Her sister standing there in her dark clothes, yet she wore her new cloak that signified her union. A black and green woven cloak, trimmed in bear fur along with the scale leather details. Not the full-fledged fur cloak from the wedding. Daenerys put on a brave face walking over to Alysanne. Her older sister gave her a hug.
"Thank you, I know I am asking much," Alysanne said.
"It's nothing, I could use the warm climate. Maybe Dorne will be like Meereen," she assured.
Alysanne chuckled, "Hopefully, so."
"I'll see you in two months, with the Dornish Army." She promised. "And we will take back King's Landing."
"And finally, be home," Alysanne finished.
Home, Daenerys thought. The word was so foreign to her. The only place of stability was her childhood in Braavos from the House with the Red Door. Yet, she was a Targaryen. The Red Keep and Dragonstone is her home now. Alysanne and Drogon are her home.
"And you with child," she teased.
Jorah nearly tensed when hearing this, causing Daenerys to chuckle. Of course, she knows that the newly wedded couple is waiting until after the final war. When there is no stress, or Alysanne is unable to protect herself. The two sisters hug each other one last time. She gave Jorah a quick hug, as she senses the paternal aura from him, even though he is her brother-in-law. Next, she gave Missandei a hug as well. Once done, she stared at Grey Worm, Varys, and Tyrion, noticing the dwarf's swollen nose has finally died down.
"Don't disappoint us," she told the last two.
They merely nodded. Daenerys stared at Alysanne one last time before walking over to Drogon. She climbed onto her dragon, securing her two satchels, and waterskins. She has two routes she can take towards Dorne. It depends on how the winter storms are. She glanced over her shoulders, seeing Alysanne standing there by the gate.
"I love you, sister!" Daenerys shouted in Valyrian.
"Love you, too!" Alysanne shouted back.
Daenerys looked ahead, chanting the ancient words of "Valahd." Connecting her spirit with Drogon, before taking off to the sky leaving Winterfell. And hopefully leaving her heartache.
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Alysanne's POV
The following day, the Unsullied and Dothraki had packed up and begun their march down the kingsroad along with several regiments of the Southern armies. I stood in the courtyard wearing my black armor, and new cloak I made to signify the union between House Mormont and House
Targaryen. Jorah stood next to me, as our council stood behind us along with our departure party.
The courtyard was filled with the Lords of the North. No doubt, they are happy for us to be leaving Winterfell and the North in general. Across from us stood House Stark with Jon standing center. Lady Sansa on his right, Bran on his left with Arya standing right behind him. While Ser Brienne, Ser Davos, Maester Walkon, and Samwell Tarly stood behind them as their council.
I faced the pack of wolves with a generous smile, "Thank you for your hospitality and hosting my armies."
"I should be the one thanking you. Without your armies, allies, and dragons, the North would've been no more," Jon said.
"May you prosper and reign truly." I said then turned to Lady Sansa, "Make sure he doesn't burn the Kingdom to the ground."
Lady Sansa suppressed a snort yet, a small smile betrayed her lips, "I'll do my best."
I nodded with a chuckle, then turned Arya, "I wish you luck on your adventures."
Arya nodded.
I then stared at Bran, the atmosphere changing as I stared into the Three-Eyed Raven. A part of me doesn't trust him. He held an emotionless face as his dark eyes stared at me intently.
"The choices you make will decide your fate," Bran said.
My body tensed when he said that. Not sure to take that as an insult or a warning. Jorah stepped forward as he and Jon shook hands then bow to the Ladies of Winterfell.
"Until we meet again, Your Grace," I finished off.
"Until we meet again," Jon replied.
With nothing else to say, Jorah and I went over to our horses. My husband helped me onto a black mare before he got on his brown stallion. Everyone did the same, while Varys and Tyrion got in the wagon house. We made our way to the gates, but I stopped turning around facing House Stark and their loyal subjects. I drew Frozenfang, raising the sword in the air.
"To the King in the North!" I exclaimed, securing Jon's title as their King.
The Lords and soldiers drew their blades as they shouted, "To the King in the North!"
They repeated, "The King in the North!" as my people and I left Winterfell once and for all. Sheathing Frozenfang and focused on the South where the final war will be. It is time I reclaim my heritage and claimant. To fulfill my promises to the Southern Lords and bring justice towards the False Queen Cersei Lannister.
Song/Quote is from Castle in the Sky.
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