Please forgive my poor script, It’s been a long time since I wrote anyone a letter. Also, please forgive my delay in sending this reply – we were away for a while, taking care of some unfinished business. Even though news doesn’t travel so fast up in the North, enough time has passed that I’m sure you can already guess at what that was.
Daenerys is well, and sends her love. It seems that motherhood in all forms agrees with her, though I guess that’s not too surprising after years of ‘Mhysa’. The Targaryen name will carry on, at any rate, and I think that gives her some measure of peace.
Rhaegar and Jon are growing quickly, and I thank the old gods for that every single day. Do you know how difficult it is to get dried spit-up out of chainmail? Come to think of it, no, you probably don’t… well let me tell you, I wish that I didn’t know either. How in the seven hells did father manage with six of us? I worry sometimes, San. In truth, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I just know that I love Dany, and I love them, and I suppose that in the end I’ll get it figured out. Maybe that’s how father survived us, too.
I think about him a lot these days – him and mother both. I wonder what they’d think if they saw us now? I know neither of us has lived a life they ever would have imagined.
We’ve already started packing, and we’ll be heading to Winterfell next month. Along with a ready-made family, it seems I’ll be bringing something else with me as well; something that you conveniently forgot to tell me had been missing in the first place: Ice.
Daenerys had it reforged from Dark Sister and Widow’s Wail. A Stark-Targaryen greatsword, symbolizing the union and bond between our two houses.
I like it even better than the original.
Before you ask, yes, I still have our father’s wolf-pelt cloak, and it seems that maybe… maybe I even found some of that happiness you mentioned when you gave it to me.
Make sure there’s plenty of winter roses in the glass gardens, and next time you’re in the Godswood, tell Bran that we’re on our way. Tell Rickon to keep watching his footing when strikes. Tell Robb I’m bringing sweetmints, and tell Margaery that… well, tell her that I’m glad you found her.
I’ll see you soon.
And thus ends Allegiance.
First of all, I want to thank all of my readers. It is because of you that this wasn’t just the brief, one-arc fic of 12 chapters that I had originally planned. I know I have said it before, but I truly didn’t expect Allegiance to extend beyond its niche the way it did. It shouldn’t have, logically; it featured a very rare femslash main pairing, and on top of that was not a technically perfect fanfic by any means. I know this, and, likely all of you who have read through know this as well. For those who could overlook its many flaws, I hope there was at least something, somewhere buried within these 43 chapters that will stick with you.
As I’ve mentioned before, I do plan on writing a sequel. I’m sure at this point you can see a few loose threads I’ve left dangling, some changes in dynamics for the main characters, and the start of a few new conflicts that will carry over.
If you’re so inclined, raise a glass with me friends, and share in a farewell toast: To Dany and her Good Killer.