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Chapter 43: Epilogue

I hope everyone enjoys the final chapter! I am very sorry it is late. Was a shorter chapter but a harder one tae write. That and I'm on a master's degree and currently mobbed. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it and feel free tae comment as always.

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Val

Jon looked more at peace now that the dragons were truly gone and the South was no longer a problem.Too terrified of the North to do anything again.Val could see that clearly as she stood beside him overlooking the Courtyard. He looked at peace despite the wolfish face.Despite being the White Wolf of Winter.

Val knew that what Jon had done would never bring Arya back but it had given her the justice which Jon would never have denied her. It gave him the knowledge that he had finally avenged her. She was glad that he had got to do that for his sister.We do not hold back when a kneeler harms the pack.Val thought to herself as she looked at her husband smiling wolfishly as Eddard and Lyarra watched over young Robb knocking his bow with an arrow whilst Rickard and Brandon sparred.

Jon's grin widened when Robb's arrow struck the close to the centre.

"A couple more years and he'll only be hitting in the centre." Jon said happily to her. And loudly enough for young Robb to hear from below if the smile was something to go by.

Val smirked at her husband. "Though he's a while away from being as good a shot as Lyarra."

Her point was proven quickly as Lyarra showed him how to aim for the centre; loosing her arrow right into the target's centre.

Jon grinned approvingly at his daughter before turning his gaze to Val. "Woe to the man that tries to steal her."

Val laughed at the thought. She couldn't imagine her daughter going easily in that situation when the time came for it.She is my daughter.Val thought proudly as she saw her teach her youngest child.

"She's more likely to take after me King Crow. She'll be the one that does the stealing." Val replied.

Jon sighed as he placed his hand on Val's hip; eyes looking at her with a mixture of mirth and lust. "I still disagree on that. Do I need to remind you that it was the other way around?"

Val smirked knowingly at her husband. "You can later tonight. But unfortunately, we are both busy as King and Queen in the North."

Something that they both knew was true. Spring and an end to the wars with the South didn't change that fact. There was much to be done in the North with roads needing repairs, crofters taking to the lands again to farm and herd animals, new keeps for the free folk to be finished and the final five towers of Moat Cailin needing to be completed to restore the great fortress to its glory. It was all work that Val felt confident would be completed before Summer came. The full might of the First Men and the giants were united in that and Val didn't doubt the capabilities of any of them.

Jon moved closer to her and spoke deeply with his ever-present growl. "Then later it is Val. I intend to win this argument."

Val smirked. "Maybe you can win that argument in the yard before we take to rutting like wolves in the night. We have time for that at least."

Jon answered it with a feral grin as the two marched down the Courtyard to spar; both the guards and their children clearing the way to watch them fight like Northerners should.

Tyrion

The novelty of pissing off the Wall that Tyrion had all of those years ago was gone as he stood on top of it. His new home and prison now that his vows were taken. Never to drink fine wine, fuck a good whore or enjoy the warmth again.Only took look down at my small part of the world.Tyrion thought bitterly as he looked down towards Castle Black.

Even from above; Tyrion could see that the Castle was busy with training and maintenance of the Castle. It was hard not to be with all of the brothers of the Watch that went along the Wall. Over Ten Thousand strong and with enough forces to man every castle. Filled with former zealots, soldiers, Lords, bandits, the last of the squids, Aegon's bastard sons, Tyrells and Lannisters. All of them doomed to die in the cold that never seemed to stop and to restore the power of the Night's watch. Never to play the Game of thrones again. Not even to plot against the Lord Commander Benjen Stark. An idea that the Others and King in the North had crushed and Tyrion would be quick to remind any of them if they did the impossible and managed to forget. Tyrion doubted they would ever forget as he looked down towards the shit view.

Still better than looking the other way.Tyrion thought grimly as he reluctantly turned; the air turning colder as he looked to the Lands beyond the Wall that only had the sounds of the biting wind in it and the howls of animals howling. It almost looked empty as the snows consumed the trees.But it never has been nor will be.

All of the realm knew that it was not just animals beyond the Wall now that the Free Folk were a part of the North. They had all seen the Others that dwelled far North to the Lands of Always Winter. They all knew of the two undead thralls that they had for servants.The ones I'll see again in a decade.Tyrion thought with a shudder; his thick black cloak not being enough to keep him warm as the endless expanse of cold pushed the chill towards him.

The return of the King and Queen he had served in a decade would be an event the realm would gather to see again. All the Northerners would come to see what their King had done to make sure nobody ever forgot. The sons and daughters of the Southerners would come with their fathers to understand why the North should be feared and reminded of their duties to always man the watch. For Tyrion it would be a reminder of everything he had lost as he saw their broken and hobbling corpses with bright blue eyes instead of their Valyrian purple.Not that I could ever forget.Tyrion thought with another shudder.

He could already see their frozen corpses every night. Sometimes he could see himself as one of them. That always made him wake with a scream even if it made him look the frightened fool.

"What would it matter if they think me a fool? I am no Lord or man with power. Simply Brother Tyrion the dwarf of the Night's Watch." Tyrion said with a sarcastic sigh before beginning to walk towards the lift down.Down towards the living.

Tyrion stopped at the thought and shook his head.

"No, not the living.Just the Watchers on the Wall too afraid to die." Tyrion said to himself with a bitter laugh escaping his lips and the cold tightly wrapped around the air that left him.

He laughed all the way down the lift.

It was all he had left between the screams of fear and the misery of it all.Hear me Roar. Hear me Laugh at my failure.

Davos

It would take a long time for repairs to be done to the city. That was something Davos had understood from the moment they had taken it. The wildfire that had consumed the gates and weakened the walls were just the most recent example of how the city had been damaged since the War of the Five Kings had begun. The docks were damaged, winter had made the roads all the more broken and there was still a large hole of dirt from where the Sept of Baelor once was. There was a lot to be done but Davos wasn't one to be put off by the work that needed to be done.And Spring is here to make it feel a little bit easier.Davos had thought to himself at the time when he had looked over the calm seas and blue skies.

Himself, Devan and Maester Alleras, three of the seven members of the new Small Council, had begun oversight whilst the Queen was seeing justice done beyond the Wall with the rest of the Council Members. Outside of Davos and Devan's appointment as Hand of the Queen and Master of Ships before the war; all appointments had been decided after the trial of the Targaryens and their court with Maester Alleras as the Grand Maester, Edmure Tully as Master of laws, Ser Rollard of the Bold as Lord Commander of the Queen's Guard, Lord Albar Royce as the Master of Coin and Lord Estermont as Master of Whispers. Davos had thought the appointments by his Queen quite sensible though time would truly tell once the Small Council meetings begun in truth.

Something that can finally begin now that Shireen is home.Davos thought happily as he took his seat beside her in the Small Council Chambers; his Queen giving a kind smile as he joined her.

The Queen had made her way back home from beyond the Wall and so had the rest of the realm. Davos only needed to look at the Southern Lords to see that they had seen the Others and what the King in the North had done. It would be a long time before any Lord, especially those in the Reach and West, that would be a threat for a while.And Shireen is the first capable Monarch this realm has had in decades. The realm will not suffer under her.Davos thought with confidence as he watched the rest of the Small Council joined them.

Shireen turned to her with a wry smile and a voice backed with iron.The Queen that grew through winter and will continue to in Spring.

"Shall we begin then Lord Hand?"

Davos smiled and nodded as the first Small Council meeting under the Good Queen Shireen began; his old bones feeling warm in the Spring.

Sansa

Dawn was almost as happy as Sansa was on the winding roads towards the Mountains. Sansa could see that in the way her quickly growing Direwolf pup howled with joy as she ran around the much larger Winter, Ice and Frost. The Direwolves of her nephews and niece, Rickard Brandon and Lyarra. All of them riding beside her and their retinue of guards. The group was making their way towards the lands of House Wull where they were to meet with Rickard's betrothed and escort her to Winterfell with all the Mountain clans behind them for the wedding. A one that all of the North would be in attendance for.The first wedding in Spring.Rickard would be getting tested by The Wull to see if the Crown Prince was worthy of his daughter before agreeing officially to the match. Sansa didn't doubt her eldest nephew in that matter though. He'd proven his worth when fighting with Rickon and the Northmen, Wull included, on the Iron Islands where he had taken Red Rain in the ending of House Drumm.

"I could have killed a dragon and Theo Wull still would have me tested by himself and his strongest fighters."Rickard had said with a grin when Sansa had made that point to her nephew before their departure from Winterfell.

His grin had set the tone for their trek to the Mountains. A joyous one with clearer skies and a lot more greenery now that Winter was over and only the odd snowfall to happen.I think Lady would have enjoyed this.Sansa thought with a brief moment of melancholy before her niece bolted ahead on her horse with a laugh on her lips as she shouted.

"I want a race with you brothers! And you Aunt Sansa!"

Sansa failed to hold back a laugh at the young girl with honey blonde hair, striking grey eyes and Needle at her hip and Frost running beside her. If it wasn't for the blonde hair, Sansa would have sworn that her niece was Arya Stark come again. The resemblance in nature was uncanny. But then again, Sansa shouldn't have been surprised. She could see the Wolfblood was in all of Jon and Rickon's sons and daughters. Sansa loved it though to be with her pack in Winterfell. It was home.The Lone Wolf dies but the pack survives.Sansa thought with a smile as she heard Brandon give a joyous howl as he spurred his horse with Ice beside him to catch up with his younger sister like Jon did with Arya in their youth.

Sansa smiled at them both as they rode ahead; leaving her with Rickard who was smiling at her.

"Are you coming Aunt Sansa?" Rickard asked kindly despite the growl that seemed to be a part of all of Jon's and Rickon's children.

Sansa answered with a wolfish smile. "Well I am a Northern Woman. It would be rude not to."

And with that she kicked her horse into motion, Dawn running to her side as her nephew followed along the winding road.

I'm home.

Jon

The North was finally free and at peace. The pact had been reforged, the Wall was fully manned again and the Southerners knew to be afraid of the First Men and House Stark.

And my sister avenged.Jon thought as he walked through the crypts of Winterfell in his dreams.

Jon had only had this dream twice since her death and only the once when he died at the Wall and met his birth father. The first time had given him Robb who made him vow to avenge her and wear the Crown of Winter.To be the White Wolf of Winter.The Second had been from Ned Stark before going South, the Father that raised him and had wanted Jon to not go as far as he planned in his vengeance. Jon had refused his adopted Father then."Wolves don't show mercy when the pack is harmed."

And now it has to be her. One dream where I get to speak with her is all I want.Jon hoped as he walked through the crypts; stony faces of Starks going back to the Builder on either side of him. Their faces etched with a grim approval for what Jon had done to House Targaryen. A feral joy was on others as Jon walked past Theon the Hungry Wolf, Brandon Snow and Torrhen Stark. Jon could almost hear the howls of joy from his Father Brandon as he passed his statue with a wolfish grin etched into the face. A grand contrast to the solemnness of Ned Stark.

Jon stopped paying attention to the statues when he heard Arya's voice shout his name into the echoing crypts; happiness bouncing off the crypt walls. It was all it took for Jon to charge forward in an instant.I get to see her again.Jon thought happily as he ran towards the source of the echo; Arya's voice louder and louder as he got closer.It hasn't changed.

And neither had Arya as he saw his sister for the first time in fifteen years. Messy Brown hair, a simple tunic with Stark colours, the grey eyes they shared and the smile of mischief he hadn't seen since before the Wall. Jon grinned a the two ran into each other and hugged.

Thank you everyone fir reading! I'm glad you've all enjoyed it!

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And on the matter of me writing on another story, I'll see what I can dae fir Christmas. Currently mobbed wae work and I still need tae figure out how tae structure the other story fir Benjen. I'm establishing a sequel tae that would be fucking massive.