Game Of Thrones (Season 8 Rewrite)

Episode Two: A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms (Part 5)

》Sansa POV

The night was getting darker and the threat of the Army of the Dead grew more serious. Jon and I were down at the crypts, with a few northern soilders. We had burned all the bodies of our Stark ancestors and anything else that was down here. We eventually stopped at our father's statue.

Jon- It feels wrong.

Sansa- It must be done.

Jon looked at me and reluctantly nodded, whilst closing his eyes. He ordered his men to come by and take Ned's remains to be burnt. What was left of our father and our family name was nothing more than ash. We began walking through the crypts.

Sansa- It's gone. Our family name is-

Jon- Our family name still lives through us. And it will through your children.

I stopped walking, he did as well.

Sansa- My children?

Jon- Well yes, eventually in the future.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

Sansa- I'm done with all of that.

Jon- And I supposed Arya feels the same.

I remained silent. I didn't know if she was to be honest, so I couldn't speak for her. I assumed she was as well but couldn't be too sure.

Jon- If Arya won't, if you won't...on top of that Bran can't have children.

Sansa- Our family name will live through you Jon.

I walked closer to him. He was taken aback by this. Jon was the last living male Stark. He may have been a bastard, but could be legitimized. There seemed to be something bothering him however.

Sansa- Are you alright?

He reluctantly spoke, though he eyes were focused on something behind me.

Jon- Yeah I just, need to be with someone right now.

Sansa- As you wish. If this is the last we'll see of each other before...they come.

Jon- I wish you good fortune.

Sansa- You the one who's going to need it.

I smiled as tears started to form in my eyes. Jon smiled and nodded. I opened my arms and pulled him into an embrace, holding him tightly. I hoped he would survive tonight. He left as I turned around to see what he was looking at before: the statue of our aunt, Lyanna Stark.

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》Daenerys POV

I was in my chambers with Missandei. We were talking and drinking before the battle. Missandei reached for the goblet to pour more wine in her cup but I gently placed my hand over, stopping her.

Daenerys- You've had quite enough, don't you think?

I said with a smile. She let out some light laughter.

Missandei- I guess I've developed a taste for it. That Hand of yours...

Daenerys- He introduce you to this?

She silently nodded, with a smirk. I rolled back in my chair.

Daenerys- Huh. What else has he done?

Missandei- His prescene has been a real delight during your absence in Meereen; actually got Grey Worm to laugh.

Daenerys- He did?