Noah [Game of Thrones] ✓

Farewell

"Jon!"
The man looks up with tears in his eyes at the woman standing before him as he holds his dead love in his arms, the dagger in his hand. "It is time to go.", Noah whispers, holding out her hand. He takes it but only to gently place something into it. Upon closer inspection Noah recognises it as her necklace. She smiles and shakes her head, once again placing it around his neck.
"It was me. If someone asks I was the one who stabbed her.", Noah says, taking the bloody dagger from him as the Unsullied and Drogon enter the throne room. She turns to look at them, the dagger glistening in her hand. "It was a pleasure to get to know you, Aegon Targaryen. But this woman was unworthy of the throne that the best man I've ever known should have sat on. Ned Stark. With that I take my leave. Goodbye King of the North." The Unsullied men run at her, trying to attack her when, just like a cloud of smoke and fine debris in the wind she starts to fall apart, fading out of existence as the men stop in fear and confusion while Jon only stares. Thankful beyond words. The last thing she had done was protect him. "Goodbye mother.", he whispers, then looks back to the blonde woman in his arms. The Unsullied steps to him. "That woman! You know!" "She did what she thought best for me..", Jon says, not even looking up. Drogons claws grasp the body of Daenerys and he melts the iron throne into a small puddle of molten iron before flying into the distance, leaving Jon with only his bloodied up hands.
At the same time Bran's eyes come back to reality. "Noah.", he says, pulling Sansa's and attention onto him. "What is with her?" "She went home. She sacrificed herself for our brother." Sansa bites her lower lip and a tear leaves her eyes as she remembers Noah, turning up every time to safe her somehow. "She is dead." "No. This was never truly Noah. She came to this world on accident." "I don't understand." "Through magic she landed in our world and all these years she had tried desperately to return to hers. To the man she loves all while trying to keep all of us safe without changing the path of fate. Jon knew." Sansa blinks, before leaning out of the carriage. "Ride harder!"

In the destruction of kings landing Arya and Jon have reunited. "Is she gone?", Arya whispers. Jon nods. "She took the blame for Daenerys's death. She saved me.", he chokes out. "She knew you wouldn't come, you know?" Jon looks at Arya. "She told you?" "She told me everything. Of how she got the walkers to march south because she knew I'd kill the nightking. And she knew you would not let love be duties death but that it would destroy you. She planned it all along.", Arya says softly. "When did she tell you everything?" "When she saved me from being Tywin Lannisters cupbearer and send me to Bravos with one of the faceless men to train me and keep me safe from the Lannisters. Just before she went to Kings landing to protect Sansa from Joffree.", Arya says softly. "She did so much for us. I don't think I ever thanked her." "Neither did I. But I think she'd hate us if we did." "Was her room touched? The one in Winterfell?" Arya shakes her head slightly. "I slept there the first night back." "There is a picture under her bed. Of her and Zachary." Arya looks at him. "What?" "She showed me a picture of them. I don't think I'll return to Winterfell. I'm leaving with the free folk. I want you and Sansa to have something to remember her by too." "What do you have?"
He pulls from his armour the golden necklace that Arya immediately recognises. "I had been wondering what happened to it."
They exchange a smile and wait for Sansa's and Bran's arrival. Both of them knew fairly well that soon their brother would be crowned the new king. And Sansa would be queen of the North. Everything would be well once more. There was nothing to fear. The great game was over. "I'll miss her." Jon nods his head, smiling. "I'll miss her too."

The Winterrose that sang with Sirens call had gone home.