"How long?"

Victoria sat in her chamber of Winterfell, joined by Amina, and the Lord & Lady Monterroso, guarded by only her loyal Queensguard they talked about the only subjects that mattered.

Daenerys Targaryen, a distant cousin and rightful Queen was headed their way with an armada to battle for the 7 Kingdoms. And prominently, wishing an audience with the Queen of Dorne.

"She arrives within a fortnight, if we leave tomorrow we can arrive just before then to Dragonstone. I imagine, Queen Daenerys would like to see you right away." Lord Monterroso informed her.

Amina nodded, "Elaria claims she is quite delighted to meet you. I imagine that's not all she wants however."

Victoria knitted her eyebrows together, and before long she had the only logical answer, "she wants the 7 kingdoms, including Dorne."

Everyone seemed to nod, an uncomfortable silence overwhelmed them. Amina sighed deeply, "yes, and unfortunately that's not all. Targaryen blood runs deep and quite wide in the realm. There's rumblings, one of the heirs to the golden company is dead, the other is missing."

"Blackfyres? I thought they were all dead." Victoria questioned.

"No, unfortunately my Queen, this is something we call a non issue for Lords and royalty. The commoners, specifically the ones in Essos know they still live. They started a mercenary company, are vastly wealthy, and hide in the shadows. They are quite powerful, or should I say were, now that one of them is dead and the other is missing, the vultures will come for everything until there is nothing left."

The idea rolled in her mind, another Targaryen descendent? If they were now defenseless, where else to go but family?

"If he's alive..." she began.

"He may not be, Blackfyres are hard to ignore." Monterroso cut in.

"If he is... he's coming here. I'm alive, Daenerys is coming. We are both Queens, he will come seeking refuge." Eyes wandering, she reread the scroll sent from Elaria, and thoughts ran. In Winterfell, with friends she'd grown up with, they should be the family that protects her... and yet she felt guarded and worried. A silence filled her, like a decisions was made within her, she looked up and was determined for more answers. "What do you know of them."

Amina gulped, sharing a glance with Monterroso, they knew things of fears, stories worse then death. After a moment she spoke, "there was 2 of them, raised within the Blackfyre traditions, blood and gold are their family words. They control most of the assassinations in Mereen, Pentos, and all eastern landz. An uncle and a nephew, the heir and the brother of the former leader. They're called the cure and the bloodthirsty. Daemon Blackfyre is the heir, he's younger then you. From what I've heard, he is merciful compared to his uncle. Daemon was last seen running through a brothel in Braavos, accompanied by a girl about his own age. And Maegor... he is the uncle, the bloodthirsty. Maegor is cruel and vicious, he's killed more then most but the men respect him. He was in line to take the throne, and now he was assisting the newest leader."

"So in the best scenario we have Daemon, a child who's know nothing but the life of a mercenary and at worst we have Maegor... who if he is anything like his predecessor will try to kill me for a crown."

"You do not want the iron throne, your grace." Lord Monterroso interjected.

"I have a crown, and nearly half the south of Westeros, it may not be the iron throne but it is something." She countered.

"Maegor does not want the irons throne." Amina cut in. "I met him once, one day while I travelled through Volantis. I never truly believed in the lord of Targaryens but we share blood, we share the roar of dragons and in that brothel... in that moment we recognized each other. He made a move straight for you, nearly killed a man who got in his way. And I stood frozen, locked into the mystery that he was. He took one long look at me, and he called me Dornish but he also said familiar. We spend a night together, but I knew if I wasn't careful he would kill me. It didn't take long to know him, and that man is vicious, he'd rather burn down the throne then rule."

"Are you absolutely sure about that." Monterroso questioned, he seemed to distrust it.

"I can't, but I can trust my gut and if it led me through my travels in Valyria and survived then I trust it here."

Satisfied with her response, and seeming to trust her words Monterroso nodded his head and switch subjects. "Aside from that, we still have the dragon queen."

"The dragon queen, what a peculiar name to be remembered by, mother of dragons, how can you not believe in old nursery tales when someone like that lives." Victoria tapped her fingers softly against the table, for a moment she briefly allowed herself the delusion that perhaps Daenerys was kind. She wondered what it would be like to meet a another family member, as distant as they may be they were still blood, and they did say the blood of dragons ran strong. A year ago she believed it was only Amina and her children that were blood, no she has cousins in Essos. She sighed softly and looked up, removing the pretty thoughts and focusing on her reality. "What do I not know?"

Amina and Monterroso both looked at her with confusion, neither seemed entirely understanding of her words so she sighed. "Oh come now, I know there is things you haven't said to me. Things you think I do not need to worry about, we'll things have changed. We are no longer living in the world where my duties were to host and provide wine for guests. We have been in a war for far too long, but now we sit in foreign lands, with new kingdoms rising. I must know it all now."

Monterroso looked to Elaine, she had an idea of what there was hidden, from those nights where he was deep in slumber her restless. He's mumble words, broken sentences and strange tongues, she knew he had seen more.

She nodded his way, and Monterroso understood. "Your cousin, she's thought of as kind despite her upbringing. The widowed wife of a great Khal, she lost him and the baby she carried the same day. Days later, during their funeral pyre it is said she sacrificed the witch that killed them, and placed 3 dragon eggs in the fire. As the flames rose and the witch chanted and screamed, Daenerys walked in. She went into the fire a widowed Khaleesi and rose the following morning as the mother of dragons. From there, she and the few that followed travelled through the red waste until they arrived in Qarth, where it is said she stripped the richest man of all his valuables and left. She arrived in Astapor by ship, and traded a dragon for the Unsullied."

"Unsullied," she interrupted.

"The greatest warriors alive, they know no fear, feel no pain, have no pleasures." Amina explained, her facial expression was of disgust soon after. "They're taken as children, most die, those who live are like impenetrable statues. It is true, they are powerful but at what cost."

"Those poor men." Victoria sadly said.

"Queen Daenerys freed them, and killed most of the slave master. She tricked the master into thinking a dragon would be a slave, and the unsullied followed her, not because they were slaves but because they were free men." Monterroso continued on, he seemed to adjust as if the following would be different. "From there she trekked to Yunkai, where she found the Second Sons, and they followed her as well. She freed the slaves in Yunkai and was graced with the new name, Mhysa."

"Mother," Victoria softly translated, the stories were forming an image. How sad, a girl lost in the world, married off to a stranger and embraced by a culture she does not understand. Slowly losing everything that matters, and somehow rising to the occasion. Her heart ached both in sorrow and familiarity.

Monterroso nodded, "from there she took Mereen and rules over slavers bay. She took the Khalasar from Vaes Dothrak, all of them, and killed every slave master that defied her orders. She used her dragons to burn their ships; and renamed the bay Dragons Bay."

Victoria bit back a smile, "she doesn't seem that bad."

"She's not, at least from what is spread through the commoners. The rich have different opinions."

"Their opinion is void as soon as they sacrifice children." Amina noted rather darkly.

Victoria blinked her way, "you spent time there?"

"A week, in Yunkai. The cattle are treated better then the poor. The children are traded and sold for whatever desires those great leaders have. I feel no remorse for them."

"Neither do I then." Victoria said evenly, she looked to her Lord Commander again. "Is there anything else?"

He shook his head, not of her.

"Right well, what of going to Dragonstone? Can we? Should we?" She questioned, pondering the question herself.

Amina sighed, her leg bounced underneath the table, "we have no idea how she may treat you. We know of the accounts of others, the stories of her kindness. You are a queen however, and she is a Targaryen. You are a queen in her way, if you do not bend the knee then we risk being imprisoned or worse."

"Or we can have another enemy, this one with dragons like Aegon, the people of Dorne are already wary of our stance in the world, meeting with them could incite a new uprising." Monterroso countered.

"It could," victoria said softly, she knew he had a very valid point, still, something in her stirred with a different opinion. "Or it could be our final piece to overthrowing Cersei. I want to go. I want to speak with Daenerys, look her dead in the eyes, and come  to an mutual agreement." She looked at Amina who seemed to worry, and her eyes softened. "I know you wish for us to have other options but this is it. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Daenerys has more to gain from becoming allies then not."

"And if she asks you to bend the knee." Amina questioned.

Victoria swallowed thickly, her eyes glancing towards the crown place in the center of the table and sparkling against the glow of the flaming candles. She shifted her shoulders uncomfortably. "Then, we can talk about it when that happens."

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Winterfell felt like a ghost town during the night, every creek from wood shifting was amplified, the sounds of footsteps as her soldiers guarded her doors were like alarms blaring.

She couldn't sleep.

The young queen tossed in her bed, it felt like something was missing tonight. Her children were safely asleep, she'd put them to bed herself with bellies full and smiles on their resting faces. Her small council was tucked away in their own rooms, satisfied with the conclusion of their meeting, and all was right in their world, yet she felt restless.

The idea of dragons, white hair, and fire blurred into her mind every time she closed her eyes.

She stood, huffing and went for her coat and shoes, a walk might do her justice instead.

Victoria knew very well what was bothering her, it was the only thing she could think of here as of late, Robb Stark.

Her eyes closed and she could hear him, see him in her mind but he was not there, not like he had been every other time. Her lips wobbled and she fought with the buttons of her coat out of pure frustration until she was fastened and her hair was covered under the hood.

Her door creaked, and when she heard rustling, her shoulders tightened when the idea of disturbing her maids arose but it was only Greywind. The oldest of his pack stirred, honey eyes staring at his mother as he walked her way and huffed.

Victoria smiled at her first child, ruffling the fur between his ears and softly speaking, "haven't seen much of you as of late, catching up with family are we?"

Greywind and Ghost had nearly been inseparable since reuniting, The white haired runt of the pack was now nearly as big as his brother and his ruby eyes nearly glowed in the night, or now when he exited the twins hall where it was dark. Both Direwolves had taken to sleeping with her children, how could they not? Valeria and Aleks had all fastened harnesses around them to keep them near, where one child walked a direwolf followed, ironically enough like years ago with Ned Starks children. Aleks had kept Greywind, both incapable of keeping still while Valeria had taken a liking to Ghost.

Ghost often walked a step ahead of the young girl, and laid at her feet wherever she sat, he was quiet just as she was, and those ruby eyes worked just like her gaze.

The white wolf was quick to also have a hand scratching his head, and Victoria knelt for a few moments just enjoying this. Her heart warmed, in a way, she had Jon and Robb in her presence, and they protected her children fiercely.

"Go on now," she said lowly, nodding towards her twins room. "They'll awaken if they don't feel you soon enough."

She wasn't lying, both twins were unable to sleep if the direwolves were not sleeping beside them. The two padded off whilst the Queen stood and made a prompt exit.

The guards, seeming to have heard her commotion were waiting for her entrance when she opened the doors.

They bowed, and together spoke, "my queen."

Victoria smiled at them in slight embarrassment, they must know she's having trouble adjusting. "Would one of you do my the kindness of walking with me, I fear my body isn't quite tired enough for sleep just yet."

"Of course, your Grace." Ser Daeron nodded and stepped back to allow her forward.

She bowed her head and began a steady pace throughout the halls of Winterfell. Her mind reeled, how long had she walked these halls? Often by herself, sometimes with Robb as he snuck her in his room late at night and at times she herself found her way here. As a young girl she knew them like the back of her palm, eyes closed every step was correct and efficient and now she doubted everything. As a girl she'd know every secret Winterfell held, everything the north had was hers to claim and now, as a queen she was nothing more then a lost guest.

The crisp air of winter hit her bare face as she exited the warmth of her quarters, this was certainly different. The wolves could embrace this level of coldness, and at times an accustomed panther could've as well but now, with so much time away it was brash against her exposed skin.

She sucked in a clean breath, feeling it sting her lungs and stepped quicker. The moon was high, illuminating her path and when she finally entered the public halls workers nodded her way, moving out of her path as they hurried to finish their work. Winterfell was in ruins once, and now as the castle came alive again with the blood of Starks, she knew it would be stronger then ever.

"Victoria," a familiar voice called out to her from across the yard.

She turned their way and found Jon with some of wildlings, most of which stared at her in slight awe. She had yet to meet them, but from she'd seen they were nothing like the stories.

Jon said a quick word to the tallest one, and walked her way. He was still dressed for the public, long strands of hair pulled away. Victoria smiled and teasingly spoke, "your Grace."

Jon smiled at her joke and nodded, "well, I can certainly see what you mean by that being quite irritating."

Victoria laughed, "quite."

"What are you doing? It's late?" He questioned.

Victoria sighed and looked away, around to the people who were attempting their best not to act as if they watched the interaction. "Can't sleep, I fear the ghost of Winterfell seem to be keeping me from escaping into my dreams."

Jon face her a halfhearted smile, "I understand, being back here it's like..."

"A tomb," Victoria said softly, so no one else could hear. "It's quite beautiful, not all memories are bad."

"Were you taking a walk to remember?" He questioned.

She nodded, "yes, that and to maybe grow some rest."

Jon nodded and held out the crook of his elbow, "I'll walk with you, perhaps we can find that sleep together, as it escapes me much in the same manner."

Victoria took a moment, deciding if this was truly the road she wanted to go down. Her stomach tightened, like anticipation to leap and she turned back to her guard. "Thank you Sir Daeron, please return to guard the children's room. The King in the North will walk me back."

"But your Grace." He protested.

"It's alright," Jon interrupted the rest of his statement. "I won't let anyone harm the Queen of the South, besides, she's my guest."

Satisfied, the Queensguard bowed and turned back.

Victoria walked towards Jon and looped her arm, "shall we? Maybe we can find some wine."

Jon laughed softly, "you never change do you?"

"I'm like the wine in Dorne, I don't change... I only age to perfection." She coyly responded and walked.

Jon took the moment she looked away to take her in, and he had to agree. He cleared his throat instead of laughing and nodded, "that you do, your grace, that you do."

"Your Grace," she recited jokingly. Her head turned towards him as they walked away from the others, "how do you feel about that exactly?"

Jon's lips opened to speak but stopped, his mouth suddenly closed again and repeated once more as if the words never came out right. After a moment he sighed and looked at her, "how did you feel the first time?"

Victoria nodded her head and thought back, the fear, the worry, the weight of it all. She sighed, "not well, I felt incapable."

"I don't want it," Jon spoke after a pause. "I never have, not the lordship, not the castle, not even being here. I thought what I wanted was to be a knights watchmen, I thought I wanted to be free, I thought I wanted so many things but every time I get one... it's as if the world is hell bent on giving me more then I ask."

Victoria nodded, "I know that quite well, but it's this or death for us, for our loved ones, for everyone really. The safest option, is the unhappiest for us."

Jon laughed, "I never quite looked at it that way."

"You have, otherwise you wouldn't have taken Winterfell back or helped the wildinglings." Victoria pointed out, they now were inside the halls. They were somewhere near the grand hall, nearest what she recalled to be the kitchens. She turned left towards the quieter rooms, averting the family quarters.

"The free folk needed help, the things out there."

"There?" She said with a raised brow.

Jon didn't meet her eyes, instead he swallowed thickly, and kept his eyes away. "The white walkers are real Vic, I found them, I've lost to them, but I've killed them. And I needed to save those peoples beyond the wall or they would become part of the army."

Victorias eyes widened, the way he spoke, with a tightened throat and the sincerity in his words she knew he meant it all.

"You don't believe me?" He said as they entered one of the smaller meeting rooms. The fire place was turned on and he quickly shut the door.

Victoria walked closer to the fire, silent until the door closed and she realized how lost in her own thoughts she'd been. All those stories she's heard, from her septa's, old nan, her father, and even uncle Oberyn. They'd been spoken with lightheartedness, a cautionary tale to young ones but this time it felt like the very chill of beyond the wall ran down her back.

She shivered and turned to him, shakily speaking, "they're coming here aren't they."

Jon seemed to bitterly respond, "not just here, they'll come for everything and anything they can get their hands on. The Night King wants everyone to be a Walker, I saw it, I know him."

"The Night King?" Victoria whispered, she looked into Jon's eyes, her eyes brimming with bushes tears at the fear. "My children? My home, all of it will be gone? What does he want?"

Jon looked at her as if she knew the answer, and in truth she did, they had learned together as children. "The stories were all true, everything we've always thought was real."

"No, this can't be." She shook her head, leaning against the nearest table as her hands shook and her knees weakened. The Southern Queen had only feared one thing before, and now it seemed like something much worse then the likes of Cersei Lannister were at play, fiercer, stronger, and much more ruthless. "Jon, I can't... how are we to handle this? My children, I have to get them out of here."

Jon came closer, his boots clunked against the wood loudly, forcing the brunette women to jump slightly and look at her counterpart. He was so near her, hands on her shoulders and soothingly rubbing to calm her. For the briefest of moments, Jon noted that this was incredibly unfamiliar. Her spirit has always been so carefree and alive, not an ounce of worry bad ever crossed her expression and here today he noticed thin lines of worry, as she slowly responded to his calm demeanor he realized this was not the first time she'd been terrified, but it would be one of the last he vowed.

"It's alright," Jon hummed to her when she finally looked at him, her chocolate brown eyes were glistening with the unshed tears. "I won't let anything happen to you or the twins. I will protect you and them as long as I breathe. I promise."

Victoria heard his words, and as quickly as her panic had ensued it was gone, she suddenly found a force greater then herself pushing her forward and she hugged him. She tightened her hold as Jon exerted a breath in surprise, "I'm sorry. This is all new to me, dealing with fables as old as time it's terrifying. I almost don't want to believe it. But then I look at you..."

She pulled back, looking into his face and softly blinking as her thoughts suddenly dropped. She took a step back, confusing Jon further as she inhaled deeply and walked towards the table where the wine was place next to cups and chair.

She poured 2 cups full of wine and turned to Jon Snow. When she turned back to him, the soft emotional women he'd briefly seen was gone, and now she was once more the Queen, protector of her nation.

"Tell me everything, from the beginning."

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Jon Snow and Victoria Valiente sat in that small room for what felt like hours, even though the moon was high in the night and the sky remained dark.

She learned of his time in the knights watch, of the wildlings and battle that had stared. Victoria learned the name Mance Radar and of his own proclamation of being King, she grimaced at the many near death experiences her Jon had gone through, and held her breath when they spoke of Hardhome. The entire time their eyes never strayed, locked into each others gaze it was almost as if she could relive it through the emotional journey his eyes told. And then he told her of the betrayal of his knights watchmen, and the subsequent execution of them all.

Victoria felt as if she focused on her breathing multiple times, reminding herself that everything had happened in the past and the present was here. Jon was here. Sansa was here. Her children were here.

The embers of the fire trickled out and danced amongst the gentle breeze that escaped the opened window, allowing for a gentle mix of warm and cold air. The crackles filled the silent moments and when Jon was done speaking he huffed slowly, and sat back.

Victoria softened her gaze, she reached out and gently cupped his palm on the wooden table. "You're a worthy King, Jon Snow. All of those years, those moments, everything has led me to believe that no one deserves the title more for the North. I see it in your eyes."

Jon concentrated on their conjoined hands, it was as if his lips were holding a response back. He seemed internally torn at the matter and when he finally looked at her, the pit in her stomach tightened and she sat straighter.

"Did you think that of Robb when he became King? Was he worthy?"

Victoria closed her eyes, and instinctively tightened her hold on his hand. She momentarily fell into the past, reliving that night he was crowned king.

Her eyes dropped, leaning back into her chair and seeing the flashbacks in whirls she spoke, "I never told anyone after that night, the few that no either died the night he did or are here with me and now I tell you. The night Robb was crowned King, I lose a child. I was pregnant when we left Winterfell, and kept it to myself until the moment was right, that moment never came, instead we received word our fathers had been executed. The shock of losing so quickly, and perhaps the stress itself caused my miscarriage. I don't quite know what happened after that, I believe most of the day I slept, or maybe I was so lost in my own despair there was nothing at all in my mind."

She blinked, shifting and crossing her legs, Jon observed this with worry, he leaned forward. One arm sat on her lap and the other was now over her belly, almost as if she was truly feeling those moments once more.

"The meeting of the lords that crowned your brother took place nearly at dawn, the air was so chilled it was as of summer was accepting the winter. I was still in shock, or perhaps it was the fire that burned through me from every death. I sat and waited, feeling like I was being roasted alive the longer it went on. My mind ran, bits and pieces only registered until finally I heard them call for a king. I looked at your brother as the chants rang out much like yours. I saw similar qualities between the two of you, fear, doubt, wonder, pride, and so many others that gave me faith." She smiled half heartedly, meeting his eyes as they glistened with unshed tears. Jon's breath was quick, like he prepared for the worst.

"After many years, I can tell you there was something that I know now. When I looked in his eyes that night, and the cheers of the Lords rang throughout the night I saw the weight he felt. I could practically read it, he thought it was all on him. He took everything with him, he never spoke with anyone, and whne he finally did decide it was to the wrong people. That is the greatest downfall a ruler can have, not trusting in his subjects. Your brother felt as if he needed to protect the world from itself, he isolated himself from everyone, even me. We couldn't speak without screaming at one another. I was so lost in my grief, I thought keeping this from him was better. I wanted to spare him the heartache I felt, in doing so however it seemed I only furthered his suspicions. No matter what I did, I brought my armies, I brought supplies, I even gave him my thoughts on the war... he never quite saw that he had me in his corner."

Victoria felt her cheeks flush, a mixture of sadness, anger, and even slight embarrassment arose every time she looked at Jon in the eyes so she chose to swirl the wine in her cup and focus on it. She swallowed the lump in her throat and continued, "your brother was many things, but perhaps King was never truly one of those he would have been. A wise man once said that in order to rule fiercely you must be willing to listen, you must be willing to learn, but you also must see through everything. Robb was never truly ready for that."

Jon felt like her voice echoed in his mind, could this be for him? Could he do that? Would he be able to trust after everything that's happened.

Victoria looked to his his owe eyes distracted, watching the fire dance across the logs. She took his hand, intent on finishing her statement, "you, Jon Snow, have always shown yourself worthy of more. My father saw it, that's why he nearly promised me to you, your father saw it, the pride in his eyes when he looked at Robb was not just reserved for him, and I see it. Jon... you're a great man, no matter what you have done and seen these last years, I still see it. I always did, and you'll be an even better King. You'll listen, you'll respect, but above all you'll protect."

Jon breathed slowly, like every word was burned into his chest, he was suddenly a child once more, the last night they encountered one another. They were suddenly back in stables, and she was looking at him with those brilliant brown eyes of hers, her wisps of hair just elegantly framing such an angelic face. His heart pounded loudly, that same gleam in her eyes.

"You're a grand women, Victoria, and an even better Queen."

The words spilled out, and with them came a thousand emotions from them both. Victoria couldn't look away, in his eyes she saw a fire that had not consumed her in some time. Suddenly her chest felt warm, hands sweating.

She studied him for a second more, everything in his demeanor didn't lie. She set the chalice down on the wooden table, not once looking away, almost as if doing so would break this spell. And in one fluid motion she advance forward.

He audibly sucked in a breath of aid, ironic considering Victoria felt like she was not able to do the same as she moved. Her thighs slipped around his hips and tightened, hands clasping around his jaw, his head, the mop of curls held together by a band. Their chests touched, Jon willingly holding her hips in his place with his hands.

Their faces were inches apart, one palm delicately pressed on the side of his head, almost as if she was waiting for his permission. Jon's sharp intake of breath was short lived, one of his hands left her waist and pressed against the skin of her neck and jaw.

He stared at her, almost as if he was reciting this to memory before it was taken away and in one husky breath he asked, "are you sure?"

Victoria studied his eyes for a moment, she knew what he asked, would the ghost of Robb Stark haunt them for this? Were they truly ready to accept what may have always meant to be? Yes, Victoria had always known her true feelings for Jon Snow, and he had never been great at hiding his but it was one thing to ignore and another to act.

They teetered the line of inappropriateness before, but now it was like they burned the line away. Victoria felt a twinge of guilt once those words left her mouth, but it was gone instantly when she realized perhaps fate had always wanted this. She'd remember how often Jon had come to memory during her time with Robb, how often at night she'd imagine how different things would be if the twins had been Jon's. It had been him, perhaps it had always been him.

She'd loved Robb, but maybe some of that was also always reserved for Jon as well.

She didn't answer him with words, she pressed their lips together and sunk into his embrace. Suddenly, his hand was now in her hair, and her hands were undoing the thick cuts preventing them from exposure.

Where she was ruthless and brash with his clothes, popping buttons, and ripping away; he was softer, his hands lifted the thin nightgown to expose her thighs, warm fingers pressing against the smooth skin of her legs and cupping her knees closer. When he stood and lifted from the chair, her back hit the wooden table softly, he kissed down her neck and her chest with the softest of kisses. And Victoria had never felt so tended to.

No one knocked or entered, not even a sound was heard from the hall, as if the realm melted away. There was no Kings or Queens, wars were dissipated into the embers of the fire, and suddenly it was just them, breathless and free. Their eyes met, and suddenly both knew... they just knew... this was it.

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IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED
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