Wife of the Wolf, Husband of the Sun

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

It had been a long and hard ride back from King's Landing to the north and it seemed much longer than it should have, perhaps the heavy rain that seemed to have plagued them day in and day out made the ride more unpleasant than it should be, or maybe it was simply the fact that Ned wanted to get back as soon as possible. He knew that they had to pace themselves but he couldn't wait around, anything could be happening to Elia while she was in the Westerlands.

Tywin Lannister had no reason to hurt her but he couldn't say the same for any of his nights, foul stories about some of the knights that served him had even reached the North. One of them, Ser Gregor, sounded like something out of one Old Nan's darker stories, a monster in the shape of a man.

When Ned had seen him at the tourney he could easily believe that all the stories about him were true, along with being known as the mountain it was said that he was Lord Tywin's dog and was capable of the most monstrous acts, rapes and murders and slaying babes and children.

The idea of a man like that being that close to Elia with no one to protect her, it terrified him. He had tried to be strong for her back in King's Landing but now that they were all away from that terrible place he allowed himself to feel the fear even though he could not let it show in front of his men, his father's men.

They were so loyal, they did not complain no matter how hard he pushed them in his desire to get back to the North, to Winterfell and his family, as soon as possible.

It felt like centuries since he had last seen his home, all the time in King's Landing he had dreamt of Winterfell when ever he slept, even if it was only for a moment after falling asleep in the sun. He dreamed of the high grey walls and the tall towers, he dreamed of the glass gardens even though he never enjoyed being inside them as they were always too warm, he dreamed of the springs and the warm pools and that night that he and Elia had spent in one of them before they had decided to go to King's Landing.

He dreamed of his father, sitting in his solar with a fire roaring in his heath and smelling like the north, he dreamt of Brandon with bright smiles on his face and his laughter, he always laughed so very easily. He had dreamt of Lyanna, riding her horse in the yard and through the flat plains.

She had always been half horse, she had never been happier when she was riding.

He dreamed of Benjen, swinging his practice sword in the yard and yelling about he would be the greatest swordsman who had ever lived, he dreamed of Old Nan and all the stories she had ever told him, of the weirwood tree and it's carved face which cried red tears, the smell of baked bread hot from the ovens and the heat of the forges.

He had dreamed of Elia, laying in their bed, her black curls spread over the pillows and a soft smile on her lips, sometimes her belly was still round with the life that they had made and sometimes the babe had already been born and was feeding at her breast, though he never found out if it was a girl or a boy before he woke.

There were other dreams, dreams of all the children they would have together, dozens of them running around his halls. Perhaps they would outnumber Walder Frey in time. Those were among his favourites.

But on the return to the North all his sweet dreams had turned to ashes and were replaced with nightmares, they had plagued him every night and while he came to dread it everyday he knew that he had to sleep. He some nights managed to get a few hours of restless sleep but it never did much to make him feel rested.

He imagined that he would not be able to sleep until Elia was back safely at his side, one of his nightmares had been cruel. He had dreamed that he had returned to Winterfell and Elia had been waiting for him the godswood, the red leaves were falling all around her and she was gazing into the pool.

But when she stood and turned to face him her mouth was gone, there had been only skin that was pulled tight over where her mouth should've been her eyes were black and red tears were running from them, behind her the red leaves of the weirwood tree burst into flames and the ashes fell to the forest floor. From all around he could hear screaming, the sound threatened to burst his skull.

It was only when he was shaken awake by a pale faced bannerman, a Karstark, that he realised that he was actually dreaming. He was only glad that he didn't have to talk about it, though it wasn't as if he needed to explain. News of what had happened had spread through the red keep and all the north men that were present had heard of it.

The Karstarks, Umbers, Mormonts, Manderlys and Glovers had been sent to represent the north as a whole while Eddard could represent the Starks, only he and the small group of guards he had brought had rode directly from the Red Keep but outside the city, a few miles away from the walls they were soon followed and while host could not match the grand Lannister one that had left it was certainly greater than what had come before.

There had only been a few people of note, that he could see. One of the Mormonts who had come was Lady Maege Mormont, the aunt of the new lord of Bear Island, Jorah Mormont. Her brother had joined the night's watch almost a year ago now.

Everyone else was either the son or brother or daughter or sister or cousin of their lord, sent to represent their house as not every Lord in the north could simply drop everything to come south for every tourney, every Lord in the south seemed to throw one at the drop off a hat after all.

It was only because that tourney was thrown by the king and was celebrating the betrothal of Cersei Lannister and Rhaegar Targaryen that so many northern houses even bothered to show up.

He was glad of the company as he went back north, the larger numbers made him feel more secure. Many in the host had suggested while they were still close enough to King's Landing that they could launch an assault on the Lannister host to try and get Elia back but he knew that he could not do that. Even combined with the Dornish host they still probably didn't have enough numbers to get Elia back and even if they did her life and the life of their babe would be in danger.

Besides, Oberyn was already riding back to Dorne and the Lannister host was racing back to Casterly Rock, they would have to turn back to go after them and they would be far beyond their reach by the time they even made it back to King's Landing.

So, he had simply kept riding as fast as he could back to the north, only stopping when they absolutely had too. There were few stops, they was an unspoken agreement that they would not stop at any hold fasts, there was always a chance that some minor lord's singer or mummer or servant could spread the word that a large host of northmen were hurrying back home.

They did not need men after them.

They made good time, they had reached the inn at the crossroads in seventeen days and stayed there for two to regain their strength before setting back off. He had wanted to leave on the morrow after their arrival but he knew that would not be fair to the men and women that followed him, they needed to rest and eat and so did he even if he did not want to admit it.

Three days later they had made it to the edge of the Neck and hurried down the causeway as fast as they could, he thought about staying at Greywater Watch and sending a raven to his father from there but he decided against it, he wanted to get on the other side of Moat Cailin as soon as possible and he remembered that the neck had no Maester and no ravens, there was no point as no one could ever find Greywater Watch.

It did sadden him a little, he wouldn't have minded stopping at Greywater Watch if he could've justified it to himself. He would've liked to see Howland Reed again, on the way down from Winterfell they had stayed here for five days, Lord Reed had been a an accommodating host and Howland Reed an excellent companion.

He had shown Ned how to forage for mushrooms and other edible fungus, showed him what plants were safe to eat and which weren't and how to use a trident and a net to catch frogs and fish. In truth he didn't think he was very good at any of it, the crannogmen were much smaller and more graceful than the men of the north and could more easily catch the small creatures from the rivers and bogs that dominated the neck.

According to some stories the reason they were smaller was because the people who had lived in the neck before it had been flooded when the Andels had bred with the children of the forest who had gone now. How true that was Ned didn't know and he did not wish to ask in case Lord Reed took offense to the question.

He had offered to the rest of the host that if they wished to stay and rest then they could but none of them had taken up the offer, they wanted to stay with their lord's son until he reached Winterfell. The loyalty the men of the north had to his father, to his house, touched him.

After another two days of traveling through the neck they had finally made it to the other side, the sight of the broken towers of Moat Cailin reaching up into the sky to meet them was quite possibly the most beautiful thing that Ned had ever seen in his entire life.

Well, Elia was more beautiful but she wasn't a thing.

From then it took them another ten days to reach Winterfell, after they had passed Moat Cailin Ned had offered once again to allow all those who followed him leave to return to their own homes but they had all refused, they would return to their homes when they saw Lord Eddard safely home and no sooner.

When he finally saw the round towers and grey walls of Winterfell appearing out of the thick mist that had descended on them that morning he had changed his mine, this was truly the most beautiful sight in the entire world. This was home.

As his host approached however they had to slow down, Winterfell was not alone, all around it were small tents that surrounded it like a lumpy, grey field. There were thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands, of men walking around the tents and hustling down next to cookfires where a sow on a spit or a deer or even an auroch were slowly roasting.

There were hundreds of banners, among them he could see those of the men and women who had followed him back, the flayed man of House Bolton, the Battle-axe of house Cerwyn, the blacksword and horseshoes of House Ironsmith, the two bronze keys of House Locke, the Ironwood tree of House Forrester, the hills of House Whitehill and two different banners of both branches of House Flint, which probably meant that the mountain Flints were here as well.

"It's a good thing we didn't head home Lord Eddard, there probably wouldn't be anyone waiting for us." Maege Mormont said as she rode up next to him, her mossy green eyes scanning the large camp. "I do not think that I have ever seen this many men in one place before."

"Aye." Lord Rickon Umber, an old man, though you would not be able to tell that he was as old as he was despite most his children being grown men, nearly seven feet tall with a large bushy grey beard said as he rode up to Ned's right. "I imagine my Jon is somewhere in all that, god knows it shouldn't be too hard to find him. He's even bigger than I am, came screaming out his mother already the height of a lad of ten and with his first whiskers.

"My Lord." Lady Morment called his attention. "With you leave I would like to try and find my nephew, without me he's probably already burnt Bear Island to the ground."

Ned let her go with his blessing and said the same to the rest of them, Ned began to ride through the camp nodding his head to all the men, lowborn and highborn, who called his name and shouted 'Winterfell!' as he rode up to the portcullis of Winterfell.

As his horse carried him inside of the courtyard and a stable boy came over to his horse to help him dismount Ned's head shot up when he heard a sweet voice calling his name. "Ned!"

"Lyanna!" Ned jumped from his horse and ran over to his little sister, picking her up and swinging her in his arms. Such a feat had never been difficult for him as he had been doing such a thing since Lyanna was old enough and no matter how old she grew he had always found that his sister held no weight in his arms but he found himself noticing that she seemed lighter than usual, he wondered if she had been eating enough.

He also wondered when he had become such a mother hen.

He quickly placed her back down on the ground so he could get a proper look at her, her skin was pale and she seemed smaller than he remembered. Her black hair which only fell straight down to her back had been cut and now curled around her face. "I've missed you little sister."

"I've missed you as well Ned, every day. We all have." Lyanna said with a smile as she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Mind you, you've put on a bit of weight Ned. I shouldn't blame you after all, you've been in the south ages I should be glad you didn't come back dressed in silks and smelling of roses."

Ned chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Lyanna, what is going on?" He asked as he pulled away. "Why does it look like our Father is ready to march off to war?" He thought that he already knew the answer but a part of him prayed that he was wrong.

"He knows what happened with the king, Elia's been shipped off to Casterly Rock? What actually happened?"

"How does he know?" Ned asked in disbelief, they had been so careful in no one finding out. Had Oberyn gotten to Dorne and his brother had sent a bird, would a raven from Dorne make it to Winterfell before Ned did? Even if that did happen it couldn't have gotten here so far before him that his father had managed to summon all of his bannermen.

"I think Jon Arryn sent him a bird, that isn't the important part Ned!" Lyanna shouted, sounding utterly exasperated with him. "What happened!? How did the king break your marriage?!"

Ned was so thrown with wondering how Jon had found out that he didn't hear his sister's question, she had to repeat it with slapping his arm for emphasis. "He didn't, it's hard to explain but he wanted to make sure that Jamie Lannister couldn't inherit Casterly Rock in order to hurt Lord Tywin for some reason and he can't inherit if he can't have trueborn children and he can't do that if he can't marry and he can't marry if he's trapped in a betrothal which will never become a marriage."

"And the betrothal is a royal command, it can't be refused. But the King can't break apart any marriage so they both trapped." Lyanna muttered, more to herself than to Ned as though she was starting to slowly piece it all together.

"Yes, and we couldn't risk defying him. We were in King's Landing at the time." Everyone knew what happened to those who defied the Mad King, he had to count himself lucky that no one had been burned during their time in King's Landing.

Lyanna nodded while biting her lip. "Anyway, Father knew that you were coming and he told me to tell you to meet him in the great hall."

Ned nodded and began to make his way to the Great Hall, Lyanna following behind him. Laughter and music could be heard from inside the keep and they pushed through the large doors, and there sitting at the high table on the raised dais, was Lord Rickard Stark.

The last time that Ned had seen him, the day that he and Elia had left Winterfell, he had still been recovering from his heart attack and had to lean on Brandon to help him stand as his skin had been as pale as the snow outside. The Maester had been complaining about it, saying he should not be outside but his father had paid him no heed and insisted that he would see his second eldest son and his wife off.

Now? You would never be able to tell that there was a time that they had thought that the Lord of House Stark would die asleep in his bed, his skin had returned to a healthy colour and he was sitting up straight in his chair with a flagon of ale in his hand as he laughed at something Lord Cerwyn had said.

But the laughter had died on his lips as he heard the doors opened and watch as his children approached him on the high table. "My son." He said as he watched Ned and Lyanna kneel before him, he stood to his feet and raised his voice. "I beg everyone leave so I may speak with my children, good maester would you please bring Brandon and Benjen here as well, oh and the Lady Ashara and the Lady Catelyn as well."

The lords and ladies in the hall quickly filled out, as soon as they had all gone and the Maester had slipped out of a side door their father walked around the table and stepped down to his children, even at this distance he still had to look down at Ned. For a moment the two of them held each others gaze before his father quickly wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close for a hug.

Ned was shocked, it had been a very long time since he had received a hug from his father, the last time had been when he had been small enough to think his father was tall enough that he must've simply built all the towers in Winterfell like Ned had made them in the snow, it had been before he was sent off to the Eyrie to ward, it had been before...before his mother had died.

After she had died, there were times like it had seemed that all the warmth had fled from his father, like his life's blood had frozen. Ned wasn't a fool or so blind as to think that he had loved her, he knew that he hadn't and he knew that his mother hadn't loved his father either but the two of them had been companions for a very long time, they had made four children together.

You can't be together that long without feeling something for one another, they had been cousins on top of it so maybe Ned had it wrong. Maybe they had loved one another they just...hadn't loved one another the way that a husband and wife should've loved one another.

As selfish as it was, Ned was glad that he could say that wasn't the sort of love that he and Elia had, they loved one another. Ned loved her so much that he found it surprising, people always said that he was always so reserved. So solemn and cold, Elia had never found him cold.

Maybe she had warmed him, a wolf that howled and basked in the sun and not the moon. He would have it no other way.

"My son, I am so sorry." His father said as stepped away from the hug first and cupped his face. "I promise you that I am not ignoring this, I just need to think and decide what is the best way to act. Lord Arryn informed me of what happened and he has decided to inform Lord Robert and Lord Hoster, if Lord Hoster agrees then I plan on moving the wedding of Brandon and Catelyn up."

"As you say Father." Ned didn't have much of a choice regardless, his Father was the lord and Brandon was his heir. Ned was only his second son and he needed to trust that they would make the correct decisions, he had no real authority.

"We will get her back, I promise you Ned."

"We'd get her back a lot sooner if we marched our men down the causeway and take the Lannisters by surprise." Brandon's booming voice cut through the quite of the great hall and Ned turned to face him, his big brother hadn't changed much. Still tall, still handsome and still a woman hanging off his arm and still barely noticing that Ned even existed, the only difference was that his beard was a bit longer.

Said woman was Lady Catelyn, still as beautiful as ever with her pretty blue eyes and her shinny red hair. She gave him a gentle smile when she saw him and her eyes told of the sympathy she wanted to express but knew that this wasn't the time for it.

Behind the both of them was Lady Ashara, her dark hair fell down to her back and her purple eyes were as beautiful as ever but there was something else in them as well, anger. A rage that Ned had never seen before, it darkened her eyes which always seemed to dance between lilac and lavender but were now a dark indigo, her lips were set into a firm line. She was still beautiful, but it was a harsh beauty.

He had almost missed Benjen but he was there at the side of Ashara, he had seemed to have grown a little since Ned had been gone but only by a few inches and he thought that he saw what could be the beginning of a beard on his chin. Benjen smiled at him and Ned could not help but smile back.

"Honestly Father, what was even the point in summoning them here if all you are going to do is feast and drink with them? We shouldn't have to suffer this. Give me command of our forces and I'll have Elia back here in under a moon, two moons as the most." Brandon boasted with the grin that always graced his face, as if all life was a jape and only he got the joke.

"You do not lack for confidence." Their father said as he turned his gaze from Ned to his eldest son, he did not seemed amused by his son. He climbed the dais and sat back in the lord's seat. "And tell me Brandon, how do you plan on getting her back? How shall you reach the Lannisters and attack Casterly Rock without them being made aware of a host that is near thirty-five thousand strong marching on them?"

"We shall go across the bridge at the twins." Brandon said as if that explained everything.

"It would certainly give you a chance to get to Casterly Rock faster, I will admit to that. But the Riverlands are not the westerlands, you still have a way to travel. How do you know that a minor riverlord who might want a favour from Tywin would not send word of your coming? How do you know that it would not come from Lord Frey himself? In fact, to go backwards slightly how do you know that he would even let you pass?"

"He's Hoster Tully's bannerman, I am going to marry Hoster Tully's daughter." Brandon pointed out.

"He is Hoster Tully's bannerman and you are going to marry Lady Catelyn, you grasp of the obvious is astonishing Brandon. I am so very proud." Their father mocked and Lyanna let out a snort of laughter and Benjen let out a chuckle, even Ned couldn't stop himself from grinning slightly.

Even Lady Catelyn and Lady Ashara seemed some what amused.

Brandon did not but he knew better than to say anything in retaliation.

"A betrothal is, normally, an agreement between two lords and at any moment one of them could change their mind and end it. Hoster Tully could do that at any time, all too soon we could be nothing to Walder Frey and do you think he would let us pass out of the goodness of his heart? Even if he would he would send word to Hoster Tully and see what he wants and you would be sit waiting for who knows how long and he would send word to Lord Tywin as well, I know Walder Frey and he would not want to incur his wrath."

"And if he did let you pass and if you did get all the way to the Westerlands, what then? You would lay siege on Casterly Rock? Lord Tywin might allow you to do so far a day, let you think you have him before he showed Elia with a knife to her throat and threatened to slit her throat himself if you didn't stop." Rickard explained as he poured himself a cup of ale. "And he would do it, Tywin Lannister does not make idle threats."

"Then why did you summon the banners if you had no intention of marching?" Brandon asked, Ned could tell he was getting frustrated by the way his hands were clenching and that sweat was rolling down his chin and neck.

"Did I say that I had no intention of marching? I have no intention of marching today and getting us all killed at worst and getting only Elia killed at best, we have to wait. I need to wait for messages from Robert Baratheon and Hoster Tully and Jon Arryn and Doran Martell and I have to send letters back to them, I have to see where Mace Tyrell and Balon Greyjoy will fall and we need to see where Tywin himself will stand, from what I gathered he seemed as unwilling a part of this as we do."

Ned nodded, that was true enough. This was all part of the Mad King's plan to humiliate Lord Tywin and he had not been happy but would even that be enough to get the old lion to march against his king? They had been friends once, according to the few stories that Ned knew and Lord Tywin had been the hand of the king once on top of it, plus his daughter was wed to the prince, she was going to be the queen and despite what the letter said...it was too big a risk. They couldn't trust him, Ned was certain of that much at least.

And considering all that happened, it may be a little thing but it fell good to be certain of one thing at least.

"So all our bannermen are just going to sit out there in the cold while you decide when to march?" Brandon asked with a loud scoff and a shake of his head. "Northmen may be loyal, but even we aren't that loyal."

"That wasn't why I summoned them, that is your problem Brandon you do not look deep enough. Summoning them due to what has happened to Elia is a good pretext but that isn't the whole reason. They need to see that I am a strong lord, that my...illness has not kept me down, they also needed to see that I wasn't ignoring the matter. Liege lords have been overthrown before, the Starks have ruled the North for thousands of years and I will make certain that it will rule it for thousands more but such a thing is not easy, it is a risky dance we do. How powerful are we if all our bannermen turn against us?"

"They wouldn't do that."

"How certain of that can you be? Honestly? You will sit where I sit one day Brandon, learn a lesson that my own father taught me once and he did not do it nearly as kindly as I now teach it to you. Trust no one and you will never be hurt." His father's voice had suddenly become so solemn and perhaps it was only the light of the torches but his eyes seemed wet.

Brandon said nothing, simply stared at their father for a time before with a loud huff he turned around and stormed out of the hall, slamming the doors with such force that Ned was certain that he heard the wood splinter. Catelyn stepped forward and performed a deep curtsey. "I am certain that my Lord Father will be more than willing to aid you Lord Stark, we are to be family and nothing is more important to House Tully than that."

Rickard nodded and offered Lady Catelyn a cool smile and granted her leave to go when she asked it, as soon as she left the building and was certain she was out of earshot he spoke. "A sweet woman to be certain, and more intelligent than Brandon thinks but all in all sadly irrelevant I think."

"She's going to be the Lady of Winterfell, Father." Ned pointed out with a frown.

"Yes she is, when I am dead and rotting in the crypts. Everything is rather irrelevant then don't you think?" He said with a low laugh but his face scrunched up and he let out a low groan, Lyanna gasped and ran to their father's side, getting down to her knees at the side of his chair.

"Father, are you alright?" She asked as she held his hand and felt his brow, for a moment for Rickard Stark didn't speak but it was only for a moment before he let out a gasp of breath and nodded his head.

"I'm fine my love, a passing pain is all."

"Are you certain, should I not fetch the Maester?" Lyanna asked, clearly not sounding sooth as she slowly climbed to her feet.

"I am certain, do not worry so. Why don't you and Benjen go and spar in the godswood?" Rickard suggested as straightened himself in his seat and smiled at her.

"How do you know about that?" Benjen called from behind his sister, his eyes wide and his skin paled as he clearly thought that he was in trouble for play fighting with his sister.

"I'm your Father, there is nothing I don't know about the two of you." That clearly did little to sooth Benjen and Lyanna seemed unsettled, Rickard let out a chuckle. "Both of you go, it might be the last chance that either of you get in a very long while."

Neither of the two youngest Starks complained or object and they made their own way out of the hall and soon enough it was only Lord Rickard, Ashara and Ned left in the hall.

"Let me go to her." Ned turned his head to Lady Ashara who was standing there with her hands clenched and with determination shinning along with anger in her eyes. "Elia is my sister and she is all alone there, trapped with those people, with no one that she can trust at her side. I will not leave her, let me go to her."

"Forgive me Lady Ashara but I can not allow that, you know why I cannot." Ned noticed that his father's face had become impassive, like a stone and his eyes were like grey ice.

"Prince Doran only sent me north so I could act as Elia's lady, how can I do that when I am here and she is there? You are making me disobey a command from my prince." Ashara spat, for a moment her face was twisted by blind rage.

"I am certain that Prince Doran would understand, and even if I did let you go do you honestly think Lord Tywin would take you? Actually, now that I think of it he might if only so he could have two captives instead of just one." He shook his head. "Do not ask me again, my answer will be the same. Go to your daughter Lady Ashara."

Ashara muffled a scream of irritation before she spun on her feet and stormed out of the hall. Rickard sighed. "You will never have the support of all the people, you will always have people who hate you. It could be because that hate a decision you make or because they are envious of what you have. It can be so difficult, and painful."

"Aye Father, as you say." Ned said as he watched Lady Ashara leave and slam the door, he let out a sigh and turned to face him. "Forgive me for saying it, but I am glad I am not going to be a liege lord."

"Perhaps not." And then his father smiled a smile that Ned did not know what to think off.

"What?"

"It matters not, I'm tired and speaking nonsense. I should go and sleep and so should you, most like someone will be demanding another feast to celebrate your return. Off you go to bed and yes it is a command." Ned knew better than to argue with his father and was about to leave the great hall when he remembered something.

"Father?"

"Hm?"

"Prince Rhaegar spoke to Elia on the day we arrived in King's Landing, he gave her two letters and asked to make sure that they were delivered. One was for you, and one was for Doran Martell."

His father sat up and gazed into his eyes. "I see, where are these letters?"

"Elia had to burn them, she couldn't take the risk that they would be found on our persons when tried to leave, Oberyn memorised him as I did with mine. Father, Rhaegar is trying to overthrow and arreast his father and he's asking for your support, he's already in league with Tywin Lannister." Ned allowed a few moments to let it sink in.

His father rubbed at his chin for a moment and had his eyes closed, he opened them and spoke though it was barely above a whisper. "I will need to think on this, you will tell none of this to no one."

Ned nodded and his father sent him on his way, so he left the great hall and made his way to the great keep.

He didn't realise how exhausted he was as he finally made it to his room and collapsed on to his bed, he shut his eyes and could already feel the darkness surrounding him. All he could hope was that his dreams would be sweet.

And that soon life would follow it's example.

End of Chapter Twenty-Nine.

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, while he wasn't the POV I really enjoyed writing Rickard Stark in this chapter. We know so little about him and are unlikely to know any more than we do but I hope you enjoyed the version of him that I presented and that he isn't too out of character.

One reviewer noticed that Oberyn did not tell Doran about the letter from Rhaegar, I assure you he did not forget about it and there is a reason for it.

Now, on a celebratory note I do think that if I've done my math right this chapter should take this story over one hundred thousands words and I am so happy about that I would just like to thank everyone who followed, favourite and reviewed. It means so, so much to me.

Thank you!

Love,

Doctorwhofan12345.