It has been far too long, I'm so sorry. Work is hectic, life is hectic and I'm sure you can all forgive me for having some time off for the holidays! I hope you all had a good break and a very Happy New Year! 2019 marks the return and finale of Game of Thrones, as well as Avengers Endgame, so as you can probably tell I am very excited for it to be here.

We have a wedding in this chapter, so put on your fancy hats and get the tissues ready, and I won't leave you waiting any longer for a new chapter, you've waited long enough I reckon, so let us just dive straight into it!

I own nothing but my own characters, everything that you recognise belongs to either George R R Martin or HBO.

King's Landing was slowly getting colder, and whereas Durran would normally have set up for the wedding breakfast outside, slightly chilled winds had forced him to once again open the Queen's Ballroom for an occasion. Myrcella sat in the central seat, with Durran to her right and Cersei to her left as they tucked into a hearty cooked breakfast. Myrcella seemed to be struggling to eat, to her Mother's disapproval.

"Eat, my love." Cersei smiled, putting another roll of bread onto her plate. "You will need your strength."

"We have a seven-course meal later." Myrcella groaned. "This is so unnecessary."

"Your wedding day is one of the most monumental of your life, sister." Durran told her, having a sip of some lemon water. "The ceremony can be long and arduous, you don't want to be passing out in front of thousands of people."

"So many?" Myrcella was surprised.

"Yes." Durran nodded, looking unhappy. "Lords from all over Dorne have come back to the capital to see their new liege wed, and Lords from the Crownlands and Stormlands come to celebrate their Princess."

"You shouldn't have let the Dornish in the capital." Cersei told him shortly.

"I didn't have a choice, Lord Dayne is their liege and he has the right to guests." Durran told her. "They have had their weapons confiscated and the Kingsguard are on high alert, do not worry."

At that moment Daenerys walked in the room flanked by Ser Jaime and Ser Perwyn. Durran stood to help her into her chair beside him. "Thank you." She whispered, before turning to Myrcella. "How are you feeling?"

"Eager to get on with it, Your Grace." Myrcella laughed.

"Don't wish it away." Dany told her, taking a couple of sausages. "We had to rush our wedding due to the circumstances at the time."

Durran laughed fondly at the memory. "I was handed Stormbringer by Uncle Stannis and told I was to marry Dany that night, our wedding feast had about a dozen guests, most I'd only ever met once or twice before."

"You've had more time, and that's a blessing." Dany nodded.

"Speaking of time." Durran began. "It'll soon be time for us to head down to the Sept of Baelor and you still need to change."

Myrcella nodded. "Ser Jaime, can you escort me?" She asked, and the Kingsguard knight just nodded. Myrcella stood up, followed by the rest of the table.

"I'll see you down by the wheelhouse." Durran told her, hugging his sister. Myrcella hugged the others too and left with her uncle.

They walked in silence until they reached Myrcella's room and the Princess stopped as the door closed. "Isn't it funny, how love works."

"I don't quite understand your meaning." Jaime said slowly.

Myrcella chuckled. "Just, that I can truly see myself growing to love Edric, but he was chosen for me, I didn't have a say, not really. Durran and Daenerys are perfect for one another, and that only happened because Durran stumbled across her one day. It's just, interesting, how it all works."

"We don't choose whom we love, Myrcella." Jaime sighed. "One day it just happens, whether we like it or not."

"Is that how it happened for you?" Myrcella asked. "It just happened?"

Jaime's eyes widened in horror. "I don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you do." Myrcella smiled sweetly. "It's ok, I know."

"Whatever you think you know…" Jaime began.

"Father." Myrcella said quietly, staring into Jaime's eyes. Jaime's breath hitched, as her words ran around his head.

"Robert Baratheon was your Father." He denied.

Myrcella shook her head. "I'm glad he isn't, truly." She said softly. "King Robert was distant, and a drunk, and horrible to Mother. You are the one person that it's obvious that she loves. You always made her happy."

"Myrcella…" Jaime began, but he was interrupted by Myrcella taking his hand.

"I'm glad, that you're my Father. I'm glad that even though I know it has to stay secret and that you can't walk me to Edric that you'll be there watching, and hopefully proud of me." Myrcella smiled.

Jaime was shocked into stillness, but he brought Myrcella in for an intimate embrace, leaning his chin on the top of her head. "I've always been proud of you, and Tommen." He whispered almost silently.

Myrcella smiled into his chest and buried herself further into Jaime's embrace, not noticing the single tear falling down the Kingsguard's cheek.

As King's Landing prepared for a celebration, Winterfell was slightly more morbid. Arya had not long turned 16, and it was now time for her to depart to take up her role as Commander of Moat Cailin. She had woken up that morning excited, but as breakfast wore on the nerves began to show, and Robb noticed.

"You will be fine. You have excellent people at the Moat who will be eager to serve and to help you." He insisted.

"I know, I've just never had to lead before, not really." Arya shrugged.

"I know you well enough to know that it will come naturally to you." Robb chuckled. "Remember that Mother will soon be there as well." Catelyn had agreed to stay in Riverrun for a time before setting off to Moat Cailin and aiding Arya for a few months.

"She'll be telling stories of how perfect the wedding was and how perfect Sansa is." Arya rolled her eyes. "And asking the same of me."

Robb smirked. "Well, Commander Stark. All I ask of you is that you command your garrison well, and to hold the Moat for as long as you are able."

"Always, Lord Stark." Arya grinned back at their formal interaction. "Can we spar before I go?"

Robb nodded. "Get Rickon too, we'll go to the Godswood."

And they did, Arya's last morning in Winterfell was spent as she'd always wanted them to go before King Robert had travelled up to the North, whacking her Brother's with wooden swords and acting the boy. She managed to tach Rickon a thing or two about the water dance, but the Stark girl didn't reckon that he would use it himself.

Eventually though, no matter how long she put it off, she had to leave. Her bags were packed and plenty of weapons and armour had been stored in the half a dozen carts being sent down to Moat Cailin, and Arya found herself stood in the courtyard saying goodbye to her Brothers. She hugged Roslin quickly, gave Brandon a quick pat on the head and then hugged Rickon fiercely and told him to write her letters, and finally, she hugged Robb too.

"You have a Maester there now, so don't be a stranger and write to me too." Robb told her.

"I will. Tell me when you find Bran?" She asked. Robb nodded. Arya held in a tear as she stepped away and mounted her horse. Turning back, she joked. "Don't burn down Winterfell this time alright?"

Robb choked out a laugh, and held up his arm to wave goodbye, letting Arya ride out of the castle gates and on to her new adventure.

Another exit was also taking place further North, as Jon and Ygritte prepared their horses for the long ride to Winterfell. Tightening the saddle, Jon turned around to see his friends gathering around the gate.

"Do you have to go?" Grenn asked, sounding annoyed.

"Aye, Grenn. I do." Jon sighed. "I can't stay here, not after what happened. I need to go home, I can help prepare the South for what's coming."

Edd didn't look happy, as usual. "You know what's out there. We need you here, at the Wall fighting alongside us."

Jon shook his head and hugged his former Brother. "No, but you do need this." He undid his sword belt and handed Longclaw over to Edd. "Make it the new sword of the Lord Commander or give it back to House Mormont, I don't care. It belonged to Lord Commander Mormont before me and it's needed here more than I need it."

Edd took the sword hesitantly, but Jon pushed it into his body and nodded his approval. "You'll be missed, Lord Snow." Edd told him.

"We'll see each other again." Jon told the pair as he looked up towards the top of the ice structure that dominated the view for miles. "Just don't knock it down while I'm gone."

Grenn chuckled. "Aye, we'll try."

Jon nodded, and hugged his former brothers for a final time before mounting his horse. He looked back and raised a hand in farewell at the gathered men, before his attention was captured by the fiery red head saddled up beside him. "Are you ready?" She asked him.

"Aye…" Jon trailed off. "Let's go home."

The wedding went smoothly, and Myrcella had been wrapped in the purple cloak of House Dayne and said the words to bind her to the Lord of Starfall. One hundred people had then been invited back to Maegor's Holdfast, Lords and Ladies or their representatives from Dorne, the Crownlands and the Stormlands all celebrating the union.

Durran soon burst into laughter at the pair of jesters making fools of themselves on a stage for the entertainment. Three of the courses had been served, and an entertainment break was well needed. Dany sat next to him, looking tired but enjoying herself.

"Are you alright, my love?" He called over to her over the noise of the celebration.

Dany nodded. "Sorry, but the two children barely settled before the feast. I'm just about ready to fall asleep myself."

Durran nodded, and took her hand, planting a kiss on her knuckles. "Go if you like, Myrcella will understand."

Dany was grateful and kissed his cheek before making her excuses to the newlyweds and leaving with Ser Perwyn. Durra watched her go, before his attention was drawn back to the jesters, who had grown tired of one another's company and had started to wrestle. Bursting into hearty laughter, Durran nodded at a guard to break them up.

"Well, this seems a good time to let you know that you have a guest." Jaime said from behind the table. Durran and Myrcella both turned to the door, and Myrcella squealed in delight, rushing to her feet and running to the door.

"Tommen!" She cried, as in the doorway stood the armoured figure of their 14-year-old brother. "You made it!"

The boy had gotten a lot taller and leaner, but with a healthy amount of muscle just peeking through. "I wasn't going to miss the wedding. I'm sorry I'm late Cella."

"What happened?" Durran asked. "I expected you days ago."

Myrcella turned to Durran. "You knew?"

Grinning, Durran nodded. "It was meant to be a surprise."

"We were delayed." Tommen said quietly. "Some trouble on the Gold Road, Merrell Florent."

"The squire?" Durran asked, remembering the name.

"He escaped from Highgarden after Lord Willas' wedding and had around seven men with him all bragging about crowning a Queen the day after the wedding today." Tommen shook his head. "They're all dead."

Durran didn't like the sound of that, but Cersei had spotted them and came rushing over to grab her youngest boy in a crushing hug. "Oh Tommen! My how you've grown."

"Hello Mother." Tommen smiled, gesturing to Durran that they'd talk later. Nodding, Durran escorted Myrcella back to her husband, letting them whisper into one another's ear as he sought Ser Barristan.

"Your Grace." The elderly knight greeted.

"Keep an eye out for trouble from the Dornish." Durran whispered. "The rebel houses especially."

"Are we expecting any?" Ser Barristan asked, his hand tightening around his sword hilt.

Durran wasn't sure. "Maybe." Was all he said before returning to his seat.

Looking around, he noticed men from several Dornish Houses that had bent the knee after the burning of Plankytown, several of which had lined up to give gifts to the Princess and Lord Dayne. The lazy eyed heir of House Yronwood gifted the pair a Dornish dagger, and the eldest son of Lady Allyrion gifted them a painting of a new row boat that had been delivered to Starfall for them to enjoy. Relaxing slightly, Durran took another sip of wine and nodded at a servant to bring in his own gift to the pair.

As the servant left the room, Ser Ulrick Uller stepped to the table. "My Lord, Princess." He bowed before them.

"Ser Ulrick, how is your Brother?" Edric asked jovially. "I hope he's well."

"Harmen is well enough, Lord Dayne." The knight told them. "He mourns for his daughter and his grandchildren."

Edric shifted uncomfortably. "A bad business."

"But one carried out nonetheless." Ulrick added. "We have a gift for you both."

He reached into a satchel and slammed down a golden, misshapen skull on the table. Myrcella was unnerved but to her credit she stayed calm, Edric narrowed his eyes. "What is this?"

"We felt it was high time to return Aegon's whore sister to the castle she should have ruled from." Ulrick said, as two men flanked him. He stared into Myrcella's deep green eyes and smirked. "Apparently she used to be pretty."

Durran and Edric both stood up menacingly. "That's enough." Durran commanded. "Get out."

Ulrick shook his head. "Your Grace, we mean no offence."

"Yet you're causing it." Durran snapped. "Bringing this here… it's not out of the kindness of your heart."

"This is a warning." Edric shook his head. "Ulrick, your Brother bent the knee."

"As did I, to the true King." Ulrick growled. "And I shall see his daughter crowned!"

Chaos erupted, as around a dozen or so members of the Dornish party brandished their eating knives and buried them into other guests. Durran was immediately barrelled to the ground by Ser Arys Oakheart, as Ulrick had grabbed the dagger from Lord Yronwood and thrust it at Myrcella. Luckily, Jaime had also noticed the danger, and had dragged her roughly away, but exposed himself to the dagger, feeling it bury itself into his lower back. "GO!" Jaime roared at Myrcella, who had run over to Cersei in terror. "Get her out of here." He ordered Cersei. Cersei looked torn, but nodded and grabbed Myrcella as they followed Podrick,

Durran had used the time as Jaime was screaming at his sister to jump over the table and plough into one of the men with Ulrick, engaging in a brutal fistfight. Soon swords had been drawn, and in the enclosed ballroom duels were had.

Jaime had found himself stood side by side with Edric Dayne, trying to hold off three people. "She has to die." Ulrick growled. "No Lannister will rule over Dorne."

"You lost your war." Jaime reminded him. "This is madness."

"By now the Queen will be in our custody and the Stag whore will be dead, along with her children." The man next to Ulrick gloated, swinging at Jaime who parried. Ulrick swung next, and Jaime was forced to defend himself while still bleeding from the knife embedded in his back.

"Get out of here! Protect her!" He told Edric as he took the attention of both men. Edric saw the opening and nodded running towards the doors. Jaime parried again, before swinging low and slashing the thigh of one of his attackers. The Dornishman fell to the floor in a roar before his noise was cut short with a slash to the throat.

Ulrick Uller was a formidable knight though, and Jaime was weakening. His skill was still on show however, getting in numerous cuts. "Give up, Kingslayer." Ulrick spat blood. "It's pointless."

"I killed one King." Jaime grunted, swinging his blade. "I failed another." He swung again. "I will not. Fail. A third!"

He roared, using all his pain as motivation to break the defence of Ser Ulrick and plunging his sword into his stomach. Wrenching upwards, Jaime felt the life of the Uller knight fade away.

"Dornish… blade…" Uller said feebly reaching around and pulling the Yronwood dagger out of Jaime's back, causing them both to drop to the floor. With his last breaths, Ser Ulrick whispered. "We… learnt from… Prince Oberyn."

Panting, Jaime understood. Cursing the blade, the Dornish, and everything he possibly could, he tried to focus on the room around him. He saw Barristan fend off two men at once, he saw Tommen, his son Tommen, successfully killing an assailant and had never been prouder. Tommen soon saw him, and ran over, dropping his sword on the floor as he tried to hold Jaime up.

"Uncle Jaime… please get up." Tommen urged, tears forming in his eyes.

Jaime weakly shook his head. "It's too late for me Tommen…" He whispered. "Poisoned blade in the back. Fitting."

"No." Tommen cried, trying to hoist Jaime upright, but the Lannister knight was too heavy. "Please…"

"Listen to me." Jaime said weakly, coughing. "You are the best of us all, Lord Lannister. I am proud…" He coughed again. "Proud to call you family."

"Stop it." Tommen begged. "GET A MAESTER!"

"Tommen listen." Jaime said grabbing Tommen's hand, his vision blurring, but he blinked and refocused. "You need to be strong. Strong for Myrcella, strong for Cersei… Strong for the Westerlands."

"How can I be." Tommen said, tears streaming down his face. "I don't know how."

"You will be…" Jaime wheezed. "Because you are your Father's son. I every… every way… you…" He couldn't carry on, and as Jaime began to lose consciousness he saw his sister, his sweet sister smiling at him on the beach at Casterly Rock.

"No! Uncle Jaime!" Was the first thing Durran heard as the room began to quieten. Men lay dead, Dornishmen, Stormlanders, Crownlanders alike. After he had pummelled his first opponent to death with his bare hands, he had found a sword and acted like a madman, roaring from one Dornish victim to the next.

Looking over at the source of the scream, he saw Tommen crouched over a body in black, Kingsguard armour. Noticing the red details, he gasped in horror and rushed over, followed by Ser Barristan. His fears were confirmed when he saw the blonde hair of his uncle.

"No…" He gasped, falling to his knees.

"He…" Tommen cried. "Poisoned dagger." Was all he could say. Durran remembered how Myrcella had been protected and felt enormous pride for his Uncle, fighting off two men at once while slowly being poisoned to death.

"Why?" Durran gasped. "Why is this still not over?"

"DURRAN!" A voice screamed from the doors. Durran looked over at his wife, her dress bloodstained and a dagger in her hand. "They took her! They took Rhaena!"

"What?" Ser Barristan asked, completely out of character as Durran rushed over and held Dany's head gently in his hands, making sure she was ok.

"What happened?" Durran asked, stepping back and pinching his nose to try and stop his emotions getting the best of him.

"I was sleeping in Rhaena's room as she wouldn't settle without me, and Ser Perwyn woke me up by fighting a couple of men." Dany explained, her voice ragged. "Two got past him. I stabbed one but the other knocked me down and ran off with Rhaena!"

"Fuck!" Durran swore. "Ser Barristan, we'll ride them down. Dany, I need you with Tommen."

"What?" Dany asked, confused. She looked over and saw Tommen still crouched over Jaime's body. "Oh… yes… go, please, get Rhaena back."

Durran nodded and kissed his wife, before running through the Red Keep and towards the stables with his Lord Commander and Ser Arys had joined them. Quickly mounting up with no saddle, Durran raced off down Aegon's Hill as fast as his horse could carry him.

They travelled through the city for a couple of minutes when a commotion was heard down one of the streets and thick, black smoke was seen in the near distance.

"Make way for the King!" Ser Arys roared over the crowd, as the commoners parted for Durran to ride through with his Kingsguard. He couldn't hear much over the noise created by the crowd, but 'dragon' and 'fire' were clear and for the first time he had actually felt worried for his niece's life.

In the middle of a small clearing flanked by a couple of burning buildings, the great black monstrosity Dārys was laying down, chewing on the charred body of a horse. Durran looked horrified. "What have you done." He said softly to the dragon.

"He saved that baby, milord." A peasant said in awe, not taking his bulging eyes away from the dragon. "I saw it all."

"This is your King." Ser Barristan reprimanded.

"Sorry Your Grace."

"That's ok." Durran shook his head. "What happened?"

The man gulped. "That's my house there." He pointed to one of the now put out buildings, still smoking. "I saw two men riding with a baby in their arms. Nasty they looked, Dornish. The dragon swooped down and roasted them all, but got my house see."

Durran felt a pain in his chest. "He burnt the baby?" He asked weakly.

"Aye but… but look Your Grace!" The man cried, pointing at the dragon's feet. Durran followed the finger and gasped.

"Rhaena…" He whispered. The baby was happily snoozing using the dragons foot as a pillow.

"She didn't burn." The man said in awe. "She was unharmed, and he curled around her."

Amazed, Durran thanked the man and slowly walked up to the feasting dragon. He was a few feet away when the dragon turned and snarled at him. "Easy…" He said in Valyrian. "I need to take her to your Mother."

Dārys blew smoke from his nostrils but turned away and ripped more flesh off of the horse, allowing Durran to come closer and to pick up the baby. Rhaena squirmed, waking up and began whimpering for the dragon, but soon settled down in Durran's strong arms.

Making his way back to his Kingsguard, he said. "Ser Arys, stay here and help out were you can. I'll send some men down to aid you, but we need the Crowns voice on this. Send somebody to go to the Sept of Baelor and get the help of the High Septon."

"At once, Your Grace." Arys bowed. "What will you do?"

Durran sighed. "Take this one back to Daenerys, and then we'll mourn my Uncle."

Barristan bowed his head. "He did his duty. He protected her."

Durran nodded. "Mother will be distraught…"

And he was right. As Durran arrived back at the Red Keep and handed Rhaena over to her aunt, Myrcella and Tommen were with her, tears in their eyes. Durran wasted no time in bringing them into his embrace.

"I can't believe it…" Myrcella whispered. "Today wasn't supposed to be like this…"

"Mother is destroying everything." Tommen said just as quietly. "Ser Balon won't allow us to see her."

Durran nodded. "I'll talk to her." He promised. "Where's Edric?"

"With his Lords trying to figure out how this happened." Myrcella said bitterly. "Apparently this resentment has been festering for a while, but it's mainly heirs and brothers that felt empowered by Viserys. I hear Dickon Manwoody killed his own uncle for joining in that little fiasco."

"Gods." Durran ran his hand through his hair. "What a mess."

"I want the guard around the children doubled." Dany told him. "Three times as many for Rhaena. If they get her it will start a war that we can't afford."

"It will be done." Durran insisted. "I better go and see Mother; will you be ok?"

Myrcella nodded, but she began crying once more. "Go, I'll be alright." She sobbed, leaning into Tommen. Durran kissed Dany once more and kissed his children, soon leaving for his Mother's chambers.

Podrick was in the doorway, doing his best not to wince at the screams and the crashing of ornaments going flying. "I wouldn't go in there, Your Grace."

Durran smiled sadly. "I can handle it." Podrick shrugged but opened the door for him and Durran entered, only to duck as a vase was lobbed at his head, smashing against the quickly closed wooden door. "Mother." He called.

The room was a mess. Furniture was everywhere, curtains pulled down and torn to shreds, smashed plates, goblets and decanters lined the floor. Cersei was curled in a corner, her blonde hair a mess and her dress in tatters. Durran walked over to her and sat beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder. Cersei could only lean into him, sobbing harder and harder as each passing second went on.

That night Durran still hadn't returned to his and Dany's chambers. Dany had moved all three children there for the night, and ten guards had been posted outside in the corridor. The Targaryen Queen was terrified for them, and while security in the castle had been on a state of high alert all day, she couldn't relax herself. Even Rhaellar and Dārys flying above the castle couldn't calm Dany.

Kissing her children and Rhaena goodnight, she saw a glimmer of yellow in the moonlight tucked away in the corner of the room. Remembering the dragon eggs from Viserys' pyre, she walked over and picked the pair of eggs up. One pale blue and the other a shocking yellow, she held them in her arms before making up her mind. Taking them over to the three cribs, she placed the yellow one in the arms of Elaenor and the blue in the arms of Duncan. Sighing happily at the sight, she walked out onto the balcony and gave her dragons another look.

"For years my family gave its babes eggs to sleep with, and they hatched for them." Dany whispered to the moonlit sky. "I pray to all the Seven for these eggs to hatch, to give my children as much protection as they can have."

Please don't kill me for this haha! I had to stop and give myself a break during those wedding feast scenes as I just got too emotional thinking about it. I'm not overly happy with how the scene is written because I just couldn't pen my thoughts down well enough, but I hope it made the emotional impact with you as it did me.

Jaime's story is about redeeming himself, and I feel he's done that in this story. Now he's a known Father to one of his children, and he got to share that in a moment with Myrcella and then gave everything he could while protecting them, while telling Tommen that he is proud of the boy. While Tommen doesn't know, Jaime still feels he did his bit in that instance for both of them.

Of course, it's a Game of Thrones wedding, and I've written far too many nice ones. With the Dornish resentment and the Lord of Dorne getting married, it made sense to play it out like I tried to here. Their plan if I couldn't make it clear enough is to kidnap Rhaena, Viserys' daughter, and to crown her Queen. Obviously with the numbers they couldn't manage that, but they did significant damage to the Royal family.

Otherwise it's just a bit of filler telling you where the other main characters are going. The next chapter has a time skip of almost a year, so I felt it necessary to show you that Arya will be at Moat Cailin and Jon will be at Winterfell, where obviously Robb knows his true heritage!

That's all for today then! I shall try and be quicker with the next chapter. Of course, we only have 6 more to go so hopefully I can finish this story by February, but we will see.

Let me know your thoughts, and thanks again to all the reviewers, followers and favourites.

Reviews:

Guest (Tyland and Durran): I presume you mean Tywin and Durran? Tyland is my OC from an entirely different story. As for Tywin, I'd expect half of Durran's decisions would have been a lot different if he had survived and been made the Hand of the King.

Lightningscar: I had a free weekend so managed to get the entire chapter done in two days which I was happy with. The Bronze Yohn died in Chapter 23 in the final Battle for the Vale. I seem to have forgotten to include it (I had planned on Edmure listing off the dead from that battle) but he died alongside the Blackfish in that fight. Yeah, Robb doesn't realise the mess that is the Iron Islands and thinks he's doing Theon a favour. Next chapter there's a time skip so we'll see what's happened on the islands very soon. Yara is alive, for now. I don't recall Robb having a vision in this story, but in my Stark OC story (which interestingly I grow increasingly unhappy with by the day) Torrhen has had visions. That's what I was going for with the Weirwood, the old Northerners must have had a reason for these sacrifices, so I made the creative decision to say that the Old Gods granted them knowledge in some form or another. I'm not sure Stannis knows what to tell Durran, but the reaction would be funny. Not sure I'll write that though as it would take place inside the time skip, but I'll certainly reference it. With Melisandre, your points are both valid. With the first however while it could be taken that way, it could also be taken the way of the vows were spoken and they still hold even if she was masquerading as a man. With the other, no the Night's Watch don't take women, but they won't turn her away especially as they've seen her bring someone back from the dead. So long as her own agenda lines up with the Night's Watch they'll all get along just fine.

Nipplegunz: That's pleasing to hear!

Celine . SLineC - Line: I love Jon and Ygritte too. Maybe once the war for the dawn is over Robb will sit and think about land, but not before. Robb knows, but Dany/Durran don't.