The Final Chapter, Chapter Sixteen of The North Remembers now posted on AO3!
He looks out onto the ruins of King’s Landing. There are candles in windows now and fires glowing in the distance. He can hear some faint laughter to his left, and distant singing far away to his right. People have gathered in the city, and it seems they are in high spirits.
High spirits despite years of war and bloodshed. Years of starvation and hopelessness. Years of corruption and manipulation. They waged war against death itself. And at the end of all, they still can laugh, and sing, and dance. He smiles to himself. That. That, is the true victory.
“Jon?”
He turns around to see Sansa in her nightclothes, holding her small bump, her long red tresses bathed in moonlight. Just the sight of her makes his heart swell. She yawns, stretching her hand out towards him.
“Come back bed, my love.”
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**Winterfell **A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Pt 1** AKOTSK Pt 2**
**The Battle of Winterfell** Family, Duty, Honor** The Starks Will Endure**
**What Is Dead Will May Never Die** ** Hearth, Heart, and Harvest **
**We Stand Together** **Trust None of Them** **Lightbringer**
**Hear Me Roar** **Valar Morghulis** **Valar Dohaeris** **Ours Is The Fury**
