I sat on the cold, blood-stained stones of the Throne Room, still cradling Theon's head in my lap. Daenerys' body laid just three feet away. I could not feel victorious, I could not feel anything. My senses were dull and numb.
"Sytyttää," my voice cracked. The corpse of my silver-haired enemy ignited at the behest of my magic. I looked up in the balcony for Jojen to find him crouching over the corpse of Bran Stark. He had balled his hands in his hair and I could hear him muttering, "He was my friend," to himself.
I looked at the broken body of the great King Joffrey. Panic started to settle in as I realized I had no idea where my mother was or if she were still alive. I stumbled to my feet and dragged Theon's body away from the flames still enveloping the last Targaryen.
Jojen saw me struggling to walk and called out. "Lehna! What are you doing? It's over, you're okay."
I looked up at him. "I have to find her," I croaked. "My father and husband are dead, she can't have taken my mother from me too!"
"Let me go with you," he pleaded.
I sniffed, remembering Theon's last words to me. "Be happy with Jojen," his words whispered through my mind and cracked through my heart.
"Okay," I nodded. "Come with me." Jojen descended the balcony, turning to take one last look at Bran.
"Goodbye, old friend," he whispered. "Now you are truly free."
Jojen took my hand and we leaned on each other, exhausted physically and emotionally. I looked at every broken body that littered the halls. With Daenerys dead, the Unsullied had no one to direct them. Many just stood still as statues and watched as Jojen and I passed them by.
"She did this," I whispered, holding onto Jojen. "She took so much from me."
The blond haired boy stopped to pull me into his arms. "But she's dead. You're alive, and that's all that matters. Look at all these people who gave their last breath to you. You've inspired people, Lehna. You have a good heart. The people love you, and I love you as well. You were my angel in the darkness."
I held onto him tighter, my anchor, my teacher, my lover, my friend. We held each other for a few more moments before I set off in search of my mother again. I found her near the stables, standing in the jaws of a massive, black dragon with her sword thrust up into the flesh of its mouth.
"Mother!" I called. She yanked her blade from the dragon and slowly turned to me. She saw me covered in sweat and blood, and she saw Jojen battered and bruised.
"Where are Theon and - and Joffrey?" She faltered. The strength was leaving her, and I could tell that she knew exactly where they were, she just needed to hear it.
"She killed them, Mother," my voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes closed and I heard her take a deep breath.
"Is she dead?" She asked through clenched teeth.
"Theon used his last bit of strength to run her through. He saved me." I choked back tears.
My mother embraced me. "Do not cry, dear Lehna. You are alive and the Kingdom is still ours. Joffrey wanted you to ascend the Iron Throne someday. Go, and make everyone we lost proud."
Jojen held my hand in support as I walked to climb what was mine by right. We passed through the doors of the Throne Room, pausing to look at Theon lying still, knowing that without his sacrifice the Throne would be lost.
The steps leading to the Throne were many, and eventually I had to release Jojen's hand. The Throne was so hideous and full of death, but it was mine. Westeros was mine.
[In the show is anyone else HARDCORE shipping Theon and Sansa??]
