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Chapter 41: The Pack Triumphant
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Ashara
The Halls of Winterfell were always a comfortable warm. It was something that Ashara had grown to love immensely during the Winter when she been allowed to visit.Though never to live here.Ashara thought sadly as she made her way through the halls. Ashara had spent a year in Castle Cerwyn half a day away from the Great Keep before her son had allowed her to visit Winterfell. It was the day Rickard had been born. Her first Grandson. The eldest child of Jon and Val looked no different to how Jon had been when she had him as a babe with grey eyes and dark brown hair. It had brought back tearful memories but she had been glad to hold her grandson in her arms and not let go this time. Jon had allowed her to visit Rickard and then all of her grandchildren from that point onward. Rickard, Brandon, Lyarra, Eddard and Robb. She'd got to know them all and be a grandmother to them in some form like Old Nan was to them.
Her son hadn't forgiven her though; only ever speaking a few curt words to Ashara whenever the two were in the same room with his children. It had hurt in the early years but Ashara had grown to accept that her son was not like to speak more than a few words and barely look at Ashara without a snarl there. Ashara had understood it too. She'd been barely able to look at him when he was born. She'd been near enough mad with grief then.Though his grief isn't mad. It is merely vengeful.Ashara thought as she got closer to her destination. Still hearing the sounds of celebration in the Great Hall before the Northmen marched to the Wall where Daenerys and Aegon were to be executed.Where this war began.It was affair where all of the North and most of the South would come to see the King in the North end the Targaryen dynasty once and for all.
Where the son I birthed will kill the son I raised.Ashara thought mournfully as she finally made it to the end of the hall and to where the entrance to the dungeons lay. She'd only seen him once upon his arrival to Winterfell before being dragged to the dungeon with Daenerys ranting and raving beside him. He had looked like a dead man walking by his appearance with a nose and ears missing. Teeth gone and a litany of scars on his face. She could see where the stories had come from of the King in the North that had made him ugly.And now I see him again.Ashara thought as she waited for the guards to change their position; clutching the poison she had concocted in her bag. Aegon had betrayed her and had brought pain to all of the North and Jon but she had raised him and didn't want to see him suffer a painful death.I still care about him tolet him die peacefully in his sleep. He's suffered enough for his crimes and I need t be the one to fix my mistake.Ashara thought as she waited behind her pillar for the guards to change so she could be quick.
That all changed in an instant as she heard the sound of paws on the stones. Looking out from her pillar, Ashara could see the hulking form of Shaggy dog and beside him Winter with white fur and red eyes like Jon's wolf.Rickard's Direwolf.Their masters were slightly behind them alongside Osha and Old Nan. Ashara could see Rickon and Osha holding Old Nan with a hand each as they escorted her along the other hall with Rickard holding a torch in the front. The halls to the dungeons were always dimly lit and further below the keep and required a torch to get clearer sight. Ashara held her breath as she heard Old Nan bickering with Osha and Rickon; trying to release from Rickon and Osha's grip.
"I've been walking the halls to these dungeons long before either of you were born. I can walk myself and not be held by the two of you like I'm a frail babe!"
Ashara could hear Rickard's chuckle and Rickon's sigh as Osha snapped back.
"Woman these halls are dim for a nearly blind woman and those stairs before would have killed you if we weren't holding you."
"Bah! I'll laugh when it is you that falls down the stairs to these dungeons Osha. You with that white hair of yours and limp and you're even not as old as me!" Old Nan spat back as they got closer to the guarded door.
Ashara could hear Osha's scowl; letting her hand off the woman whilst Rickon intervened. "The dungeon stairs were icy Nan when we dragged the prisoners in. I won't have you fall."
"I'm no babe pup. I can walk on my own and I bet I can probably still clip your head when you were smaller pup."
The only woman in the North that can call the second hungry wolf a pup. And the only one that can call my son and King in the North a pup as well.
Rickard chuckled. "You might as well let her go Uncle Rickon until you get her through the dungeon doors. We'll be here all night otherwise."
Rickon grunted as he let go. Old Nan laughed happily as they made their way more quickly towards the dungeon doors. Ashara saw Rickard speak with the guards and hold the door as Rickon escorted Old Nan down the stairs. Old Nan reluctantly allowing them to hold her again in the darkness as Shaggy led the way with Osha now holding Rickard's torch. Her Grandson had stayed outside with Winter as the Direwolf had started sniffing her scent. Ashara watched Rickard's eyes whiten for a moment as he warged into the Great big Direwolf before speaking in her direction solemnly.
"Grandmother."
Ashara walked from her pillar. Winter greeted her as he sniffed at her inquisitively before giving a low growl at the poison in her bag. Rickard warged again briefly before coming over to her. His face solemn.
"Rickard…" Ashara said quietly.
Her grandson cut her off as he spoke to her. "I understand why you want to poison him Grandmother. But you won't. He deserves to die under the Heart Tree."
Ashara could hear the growl in his voice that he had inherited from his father; adding to the strong Northern accent. Ever-present regardless of whether he was angry or simply conversing normally. Though Ashara noticed he was speaking quietly so the guards wouldn't hear.
"He's suffered enough Rickard." Ashara replied.
"Not for what he did to the North Grandmother. And not for what he did to the pack. To do this would rob the North and Father of what is deserved for someone who harms the blood of the first men." Rickard replied firmly.
"And it should be me that does it. I was the one that raised him. I should be the one that fixes my mistake." Ashara said slightly tearfully.The longer I talk about this the more it all comes back and hurts from Elia's death and everything that came after.
Rickard softened a bit as he gently took put his hand to her arm. "That I understand too Grandmother. But it wasn't you that killed Arya Stark. If Father ever believed that he would have been a kin slayer a long time ago."
"But he doesn't forgive me for raising the one that took her from him." Ashara almost sobbed as all the pain started to flood through her.
Rickard sighed. "The North Remembers Grandmother. We don't forget. Every time Father sees you; he remembers Aegon and what the dragons did. It is pain not judgement he feels when around you."
Ashara looked at her grandson tearfully. His face still solemn. "How would you know that?"
"I asked him after returning from the Iron Islands with Uncle Rickon. I felt old enough to understand why he acts the way he does with you properly after seeing what death does to people's families in war. It is different to just killing bandits and squids raiding." Rickard replied as he turned her around and escorted her back up the hall. Winter nuzzling her hand.
"I wouldn't try this again grandmother. You're pack to me and my siblings but if you do this again Father won't forgive you for it and I won't be able to either." Rickard finished as he escorted her to her chambers.
Ashara nodded at him as she tried to dry her tears. "I know Rickard."
Ashara went to get the poison out of her bag to give to him but Rickard shook his head. "It is your choice Grandmother. Just know to do it is to hurt the pack."
Ashara put the poison in her bag as her grandson gave a brief hug before walking away. Leaving her alone outside of her chambers; clutching the bag as she felt the energy drain her.The energy I built up to do this.Ashara thought as she made her way onto her bed. She wasn't likely to succeed again in getting as far as the dungeons. Her blood wouldn't allow it. They wanted Aegon offered to the Old Gods and a premature death by poison would be a spit in their face. She doubted Elia would forgive her for letting her son die like that. Nor would she be able to forgive herself for not ending him after all that he had done to her and Ashara's blood. The blood she had abandoned and then inadvertently unleashed upon to get her vengeance for Elia.It was him as much as Daenerys. Loathe as I had been to admit it once.Ashara thought as she continued to clutch the bag on her bed as she willed herself to sleep; wondering if she would be able to try again.
I can't.Ashara had realised come morning as she disposed of the poison. Aegon was for Jon to kill. To be feasted upon by a pack of wolves.
Daenerys
The Dungeons of Winterfell were cold. A dragon didn't belong in the cold and Daenerys had screamed it every time guards came into the dungeons to feed their prisoners. Her treatment had been a disgrace. Ever since Daenerys' capture she had been treated unlike the Queen that she was. All the way from God's Eye to king's Landing she had been walking on her feet with the Northern army around her and the monster that feasted on her children flying above until it went East. Her Hands tied to a horse as she was dragged along with her even uglier husband. Now missing his nose and ears.And me half my teeth from the bastard's greaves when he kicked me into the darkness.Daenerys thought bitterly as she sat awake in her cell. The rest asleep and not doing anything to save their Queen and wrong the injustices done to her.Pathetic.
Being dragged to King's Landing wasn't the only injustice done to her. That shambles of a trial with every usurper crawling out from their lairs to sully her reign and declare her as a tyrant. All led by the bastard of Winterfell and a Baratheon Usurper that dared place herself on Daenerys's Throne. One calling himself the King in the North and the other the Queen of everything south of the neck. All of her most loyal advisors and soldiers that had been in the capital were executed. Daenerys had screamed angrily promising she would burn them all after witnessing Missandei's death. Her subjects that had betrayed her had just looked at Daenerys with contempt.I'll burn them all for it.
Once she had been sentenced to die by all the usurpers; they'd tied her to arms again to a horse and made her walk all the way to Winterfell. Her feet had bled by the time she'd reached God's Eye where Daenerys bore witness to the massacre that had taken place. Many of the corpses of her army were still there with men still looting them for plunder before burning them and burying their bodies with tattered Targaryen banners thrown into the pyres and graves. Fifty-Five thousand men of her Eighty Thousand Army had perished to the usurpers. And Ten Thousand of them had been forced to take the black as a blood price, leaving only Fifteen thousand as free men while the rest served an institution no longer needed because she had saved them all.Ten Thousand Men dragged along with me and none of them have organised an escape. Pathetic.
Returning to the God's Eye had not been the worst ordeal though. It was seeing them pull up all of her children's bones.That they stole from me.The usurping armies carried them alongside her and Aegon from the God's Eye all the way to Winterfell. Inverted Targaryen banners hanging from Rhaegal and Drogon's eye sockets that made the Northern peasants cheer once the procession had entered the North. Daenerys had screamed and yelled out at them for it as they cheered her children's death and spat at Daenerys and her ugly husband. All the more every time they shoutedThe North Remembers.
"I'll burn them all."Daenerys muttered to herself as she felt another cold chill. The words would keep her warm.
Her words were answered with a chuckle and words of a woman from the distance. "You'll be burning no one else ever again Dragon. My Pack has made sure of that when they put your dragons into the ground."
Daenerys scowled at the old woman's voice. And then again as she saw an old, frail woman approach her cell with a white-haired woman and the usurper's cousin holding her. The monstrous black wolf with yellow eyes snarling at her. Its master was snarling angrily too.Usurper.She'd met Rickon Stark and every other Northern Lord that had guarded her at some point on the march to Winterfell. Daenerys had thought to trick the Prince of Winter into betraying his cousin so he could regain his rightful titles of Winterfell. He'd almost strangled her when he called the bastard that he calls a King his cousin. It had taken his wolf and wife to get him off her. He clearly hadn't forgotten as he snarled at her. The Old woman looked at her with contempt before turning to the usurper and woman.
"Leave us and make sure none of the other prisoners have done anything stupid. I want to speak to this one alone."
The Usurper was still snarling at her with blue-grey eyes. "I don't want you left alone with her Nan."
Nan? The Starks' Grandmother lives? Impossible.
The old woman chuckled. "Leave Shaggy then if you wish to have me safe Rickon. Though I doubt I'll need him for this dragon. They aren't powerful once they've had their fire snuffed out."
The usurper and white-haired woman looked reluctant but conceded. The usurper giving a final snarl before walking down the dungeon halls to inspect them with the white-haired woman. That left Daenerys with a dimly lit torch that was always on in the dungeon; a snarling wolf as big as a horse and an old woman with a toothless smile.
"I wasn't aware the Starks needed an old nursemaid to look after them." Daenerys said coldly.
The Old woman spat in her face. "And I wasn't aware that I'd give you permission to speak."
"I am a dragon and the Queen. I will speak when I see fit." Daenerys responded passionately.
The Old woman laughed gleefully at that before spitting in her face through the bars again. "And yet it is me that is spitting in the face of the bitch that took and burnt of my pups from the pack."
She must be Arya Starks mother. Maybe Catelyn Stark lived after all and wasn't killed at the Twins. But why would he call her nan?
"A lie told by usurpers who want to deny that I saved the realm."
The Old woman chortled toothlessly before opening the cell door with the key slowly. The wolf entered with a loud snarl as the woman followed.
Daenerys did not flinch at the snarling beast with bared teeth. She stared right in its eyes with defiance.
"I am the dragon."
The Old woman slapped her.
"I wanted do that and worse to Your Father for what he did to my pups. Burning one by wildfire and one by hanging as he watched his father burn. I wanted to sink my canines when I had them into your brother for what he did to my pup Lyanna."
Daenerys was furious at the old woman that seemed to call every Stark usurper a pup. "How dare you slap the Queen?"
The Old woman slapped her again with a toothless smile on her face. The wolf snarling beside her. It was an evil thing.
"I'll settle for what my pups have done to you and your husband in recompense. And for what they will do to you at the Wall."
Daenerys smiled with blood dripping from her mouth. "Maybe you'll die before you see it."
The Old woman laughed again. It seemed too powerful for a frail old Stark woman.
"I expected that years ago when you burnt my pup at the wall and broke the King in the North and Prince of Winter's hearts. I thought they had fulfilled the pact regardless of the tragedy and I would have died before seeing you gutted."
What Pact? This woman is mad.
'But it seems your death will be what fulfils the pact that I have waited so long to see again. I thank the Old Gods for that. I can die after I see you and your husband bloody Ice and sing a song for the North with your screams."
Daenerys looked at her angrily as the Old woman started to walk back out of the cell. Closing it with a laugh as the wolf stood by her side.
"You Starks are all the same. It must be in your blood to be a usurper." Daenerys replied.
The Old woman spat at her one more time and smiled. "I see you are smart enough to know I am a Stark. I've mothered every one of them except the builder himself who gave me the name."
The woman's mad.
She leaned into the bars and smiled a darker smile. 'Maybe you should use that intelligence to feel fear for what comes to you. It might make you more prepared for what my wolves will do to you."
"LIAR AND USURPER!" Daenerys shouted.
"I'LL BURN YOU IN FRONT OF YOUR CHILDREN HAG!"
The old woman chuckled as the usurper and whitehaired woman joined her and guided her out softly by the hands. The wolf howling with the woman's laughs.
Daenerys screamed angrily the entire night.
Tyrion
The Wall was fucking cold.Even inside.Tyrion thought bitterly as he sat in a locked room waiting for the King in the North.
It was Colder than Tyrion remembered when he had pissed off it all those decades ago. Maybe it was because he was old now or the fact that it was only the beginning of Spring.Winter never seems to really leave quickly in the North despite being Spring.Tyrion had realised it was neither. It was the fact that he would be spending the remainder of his years on the largest piece of ice on the planet where there were no whores and no game of thrones to be played.Still better than death.Tyrion mused as he waited in his locked room. He had declared it immediately upon surrendering to the Northmen once they had seen the white flags. And he had done it again in front of the Queen Shireen in that trial at King's Landing; declaring himself guilty beforehand to all of his crimes for being a part of the Targaryen regime and bringing Dothraki to the realm.
The new Greyscale Queen was thankfully a one that stuck to the laws of men and allowed it. Albeit with all his remaining male relatives bearing the Lannister name sent to the wall and all their titles lost in the Westerlands. House Marbrand had replaced them as Warden of the West and risen to Lord of Paramount the Westerlands.But not Lord of the Rock.Every stone of Casterly Rock and whatever wealth left was to be sent to the Iron Bank.The Lannister Legacy wiped from existence. No Gold and No Rock ever again.Tyrion had been further embittered by that final nail in the coffin for the Lannister legacy and his own but he was still lucky. Lucky enough to witness the rest of the trial and hear as much rumours on how this part of the Game ended.For me at least.
Few had been given mercy with only minor courtiers and Lords being granted pardons and mercy; albeit with a permanent removal from the Court with the exception to petition if they were in the Crownlands. But for the more major players the trial went much more harshly. Daenerys and Aegon were to be executed soon at the wall with most of the realm in attendance for it and for all the new recruits to the watch to see before taking their oaths.Having had every Northern Lord list off their dead from what they call the burning at the wall in the trial damned them. Every Southerner from Lords to City Folk that had been harmed by the Dothraki damned them. And every Knight of the Bold for Barristan's death damned them.Execution couldn't be avoided for them. And something that wasn't to be debated. They were the King in the North's prisoners and he would be the one to execute them for what they'd done to both the North and the South.How the knights of the bold and city folk had been overjoyed to hear that. That the monarchs that had brought savages into their city and killed their Ser Barristan were to die by something more brutal than any Dothraki.Tyrion had thought bitterly at the time. The city folk were always changing their minds in his eyes. They had called him a hero and then a King Slayer within the blink of an eye.
Most of the advisors and members of the Small Council had also been executed due to fierce loyalty from what was left of Daenerys's factions and the Dornish on Aegon's side.The surviving Unsullied and Freed Men, the remaining Sand Snakes and members of the Golden Company. And Missandei. Loyal to the end for their respective sides.Others had been deemed too dangerous to let live and that had meant Varys. His friend and rival from Aegon's faction had been the first executed in front of the people with nowhere to hide himself and crawl away. A spider with no legs and now no head.The only death that had been sad for me. He treated me as a player of the game and not a stunted dwarf.
Few had been lucky beyond Tyrion out of the major Lords. Princess Arianne Martell was to be made a hostage of House Yronwood in Dorne to keep any in line that disagreed with the new reign of Manfrey Martell as Prince of Dorne and Shireen is Queen of the Six.Including Manfrey Martell if the rumours are right that he was not directly involved in the coup.Her bastard sons were to take the black as well. And her daughters married off to minor houses in the Vale and Riverlands. So minor that they were just above a hedge knight. Willas Tyrell was also to take the black alongside his nephews and any other relative to end the Tyrell line at the Wall with Garlan dying at the battle of God's Eye. That was another major house that had been made extinct within an instant as they lost any claims to the Reach and Highgarden. The latter's wealth being immediately transferred to the Crown to finally repay the Iron Bank's loans and help to rebuild the capital.
And replaced with Dickon Tarly as both Warden of the South and Lord Paramount of the Reach.Tyrion had been surprised at how that had turned out. It had made sense in many ways to have them in control of the Reach. They were better liked than the Tyrells and House Tarly had a claim through Randyll's marriage to Melissa Florent; making them an heir to the Reach through a male bastard line of Gardner instead of the female one the Tyrells had. Especially so with House Florent been made extinct either at the Wall or with Stannis Baratheon and both the Queen and Robert's bastard Edric having Florent Mothers. It made a perfect fit for binding the reach together with the Crown. But the Lord of Horn Hill after Randyll's death at God's Eye had been willing to take execution. More out of loyalty than his father than anyone else. It had taken the Lord's elder brother; long sent to the Wall and now an advisor of the King in the North, to talk him out of it in the Black Cells. Tyrion had overhead the conversation from his cell of how Samwell Tarly had begged his younger brother to think of their mother; Dickon's children and how House Tarly would weaken under a boy Lord. It had taken that and words about their Father over what had led Sam to go to the Wall for the Tarly to see sense and take thecurseof ruling the Reach both in times of peace and war. Albeit with control over his children's betrothals being managed by the Queen to cement alliances and further heal the realm.
"I hope the realm suffers under her reign." Tyrion muttered under his breath.
It was answered with a deep Northern accent with a growl attached to it as the door opened. "The Realm will never suffer as much as it had with all of you removed from it."
Tyrion turned his gaze to the King in the North. He had seen the Bastard of Winterfell multiple times since the battle from afar; whether it be on the march to King's Landing and then back up to the Wall or the trial in the courtroom. But Tyrion still couldn't get over the difference between the solemn, brooding bastard that he had met at the Wall and the wolf that was before him now.A face that makes me both fearful and bitter for all him and his savages have taken.The Stark look and that of the North was strong in him; even more so with the wisps of white in his beard and hair alongside faded scars that made him look more like he was at one with the snow and ice. The eyes and expression were what had changed. The grey eyes had become harder and wilder; flashing red every time his rage seemed to peak in the presence of the dragons. The expression always seemed to have a snarl in it. Even in a smile with teeth slightly bared. And his voice with a low growl ever present. It was the appearance and sounding of the wolf that had become Tyrion's view on what a demon looked like. The demon that had joined forces the monster known as Cannibal.The Dragon that no Targaryen ever tamed.
Tyrion smiled bitterly at the King in the North.I can only hurt him with my words before I'm left to freeze on the Wall until death."You never know bastard. The Game is good at surprising us like that. It surprised me that a child raised by Ned Stark could be like you and lay the South to ruin. Let alone three of them."
The bastard of Winterfell responded with a viciously savage smile. "Me and my kin were made by those that dared harm the pack and the North. You and your kin started that and demanded what a Stark of the North needed to be alongside the Others and everyone else that harmed the North."
"And what of the monsters you created from this? The ones that will plague your heirs one day or yourself when you are old and weak? The ones that you had taken loved ones from in death or by the wall? The ones that believe that Daenerys Targaryen did save the realm from the Others and that it was the King in the North that wanted her dead because she wanted his crown in return? The ones that think it was a lie that Arya Stark had died by dragons?"
Tyrion asked quickly so he wouldn't be stopped if the bastard of Winterfell decided to strangle him for it.Let him feel hurt by the words and worries.
The smile turned cold like ice. The ever-present growl seemed to grow louder. Tyrion felt a chill down his spine as he waited for an answer. Growls echoing in the room.
"I've prepared for that."
'You will see before you and all of the new recruits take the black once the Dragon Queen and her husband are dead tomorrow.'
Tyrion felt fear at the words and the chill behind them.
"Is that why we're speaking then? Are you here to tell me not to try anything whilst I am at the Wall and assure that nobody threatens you from your Northern border if the ten thousand of us you brought North decide to march South and burn your lands?" Tyrion asked.
The numbers that had been brought to take the black could conceivably do that. They could overthrow the brothers here and kill Lord Commander Benjen Stark before the North was aware. That was what Aegon's eldest bastard had muttered as a way of escaping when the time came. Tyrion felt that, although it could be done, it would most likely fail.I want to live longer.
"You would die before you reached Winterfell. You would die before you reached East Watch by the Sea if you tried to escape too. And The executions will prevent you from even attempting that Tyrion." Jon replied with a snarl.
Tyrion felt annoyed. He didn't know what the bastard wanted with him today.It was easier when I knew he wanted to kill me.
"Then what do you want?" Tyrion spat.
Jon shook his head. "I'm here to offer you a small mercy Tyrion. The North Remembers and my sister Sansa spoke of you and her time in the capital. She wanted one kindness done for you."
"My wife warming my bed would be nice before I take the Black." Tyrion retorted.
He didn't see the King in the North move towards him as he flew up into the air. A hand around his throat as the demon wolf squeezed it with his claws. Eyes flashing Red in the centre of the grey before he dropped Tyrion to the floor. Tyrion coughed violently as he tried to right himself and get back on his chair. His breathing felt heavy and strained as the air came back into his lungs.
Looking up from his chair; Tyrion saw the snarling face of the King in the North. He spoke darkly. "You helped bring dragons and ruin to the North and my people."
The King in the North towered over him as he spoke the words that had started this war.
'To my sister.'
Tyrion felt himself go pale. The bastard of Winterfell growled.
'I only offer you this mercy because of Sansa. If she didn't, I would not have come and I would have happily let you freeze on this Wall once I am done with your bitch of a Queen and cunt for a King.'
Tyrion sighed. "Then spit it out and be done with me."
Jon nodded. "I found your first wife Tysha and your daughter."
Tyrion felt another chill down his spine. The King in the North wasn't lying. That was something he knew. Savage as he was; he hadn't lied about anything he had done or said.He isn't offering me mercy though. He tells me he's going to kill her too and a child I didn't know about until now.
'The young Joanna has quite a nice but hard life married to a small merchant. I've arranged for the husband to be given a large offer by the Iron Bank to ferry goods on their behalf. They'll be quite well off and your wife and daughter will live comfortably.'
Tyrion looked at the man speechlessly as the King in the North started to walk away to the door. The Lannister name was dead but a bit of his blood would continue. It was something. A shadow of a shadow of the Lannister Legacy but something.
And then it him. "They're hostages."
The King in the North stopped and turned. His face like Ice. "Unknowing ones but yes. If what I do tomorrow does not deter you or anyone else in the Wall, The Bank will impoverish them and let them die in the dirt as far away from Braavos as one could imagine. You'll be helping to guard my Uncle from any that want to put a knife in his heart like they did me."
'Do your Duty Well Lord Tyrion.' Jon commanded as he slammed the door shut.
Tyrion stared at the door wordlessly and emptily for a long time after it had slammed. The cold in the room penetrating every part of his body.
Hope you all enjoyed it! Any questions feel free tae ask.
Know that Tyrion's actual mercy by sansa was the wall. Jon would have killed him fir being hand to daenerys and bringing her over. Tysha and his daughter are the punishment so Jon has someone out of the royalists tae look after his uncle benjen as Lord Commander as an extra defence.
Ashara chose the pack here and Rickard's quite wise but the savagery is till ever present like his father. The growl is now a permanent reminder and feature of the starks.
Daenerys met Old Nan. And I've realised my own view on who Old Nan is. No evidence at all fir it in canon but fir this I felt it would fit quite nicely.
Next chapter is the execution. Jon and Daenerys' povs are definite but there might be another. It will also be the second last chapter. Jon's will give a few more pieces on the realm and what it is like too.