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[toivory]

Hello everyone and- Merry Chris-mass! [She pronounces it wrong, still trying to get a hang of the new words and holidays. But she was told that's what you say, so she's going to say it, and smile.]

I wanted to let everyone know that my older brother is here! If you see a handsome, brooding man, chin-length black hair, bit of a beard, dressed in all black, that's likely Jon Snow. He can be a bit of an idiot, but he's my brother all the same- a true Stark. [One of two brothers she had left.]

If you see him, reach out. He could use the break afforded to us here, in a manner of speaking.

[It's hard, being the true heir to the Iron Throne, she imagines.] It's good to have him here.

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[king_inthenorth]

Bran taking the Iron Throne? I would remember that.

[toivory]

He did, with Tyrion as his hand.

[And a whole bunch of other assorted people.]

Jon... What do you last recall from home?

[king_inthenorth]

Dragonstone. I just got word that there are wights headed for Eastwatch.

[toivory]

Oh.

There’s... much happens, between your arrival at Dragonstone and Bran’s coronation.

I have strong drink, come to my dome and I will explain.

[king_inthenorth]

[That...he doesn't know what to make of that.]

I'll be there soon.

[toivory]

[When Jon arrives, Sansa already has two glasses in hand for them.]

Welcome to where I’ve been living the past few months.

[pay no attention to the masculine shirt or trousers on the floor. That’s. Theon’s]

You should sit, I suppose.

[king_inthenorth]

It looks like mine. Just bigger.

[Oh he's noticed those. He's just not mentioning them. For now.]

Right. If you think it's best.

[So he'll take a seat.]

[toivory]

Where are you staying?

[Courtesies, always. They were her armor.]

Where to begin?

We survived The Long Night- We suffered heavy losses— [She remembers Theon’s body, cold and still laid out on the pyre.] but we need not fear the White Walkers any longer.

[king_inthenorth]

Dome number 209. It's just me there.

[He considers that for a moment.] So there's a way to defeat the Night King.

[toivory]

Yes. We rally all we can in the North- with your Dragon Queen’s assistance. From what I was told it was not an easy fight by any means.

There is. I cannot speak to the details of the battle, I fear. But you are instrumental in bringing about his death.

[king_inthenorth]

I doubt it would be. Wights are nearly impossible to defeat.

Good. Someone should make sure that happens.

[toivory]

The dead began rising, Jon. The bones of Maester Llewellyn tearing at babes in their mothers arms...

But the dragon glass works. We live to see the Spring.

[king_inthenorth]

[Wights are a terrible sight. Becoming one is everyone's ultimate fate, if the Night King isn't defeated.] Wights don't care who gets in their way.

That is why I went to Dragonstone to get it. It's the only known source in all of Westeros.

[toivory]

Of course. You bring us what you can, though there wasn’t much time. A hard won battle to be sure.

[king_inthenorth]

I don't doubt that. I won't say anyone's sacrifice was worth it, but defeating the wights was more important than anything.

[toivory]

Unfortunately not everyone sees it your way.

[king_inthenorth]

They'll see it my way when there's no one left in Westeros.

[toivory]

Yes, about that... [time to take a drink. The older she gets to be more she understands Cersei’s perpetually full glass of wine.]

King’s Landing was nearly burned to the ground. [Three guesses why and two of them are dead dragons]

[king_inthenorth]

Not by wights. They don't use fire. [They tend to avoid it, if they don't want to come to a bad end.]

[toivory]

No.

By a dragon and wildfire.

Those who would not bend the knee were put to the sword amidst the destruction.

[king_inthenorth]

Dragons? [He knows what, who, that means. He's only ever heard of one person who has dragons.] Why would the dragons do that?

[toivory]

[Sansa tries to stop herself from giving him a very pointed why do you fucking think, Jon??? look. Instead, she tempers herself with a drink.]

Their mother instructed it. Just as she would have if she were able to turn her attentions Northward.

Your beloved proved a tyrant.

[king_inthenorth]

She's not my --

[At least at this point he can still claim that.]

Northward?

[toivory]

[Okay. Now he gets a flat look.]

You don't believe she'd let the North go, do you? She told me as much: if the North did not bend the knee, she would come for us. The North knows but one King, in a manner of speaking.

[And Jon did not want the Seven Kingdoms. He'd made that perfectly clear.]

[king_inthenorth]

I told her I wouldn't bend the knee. [He might have changed his mind, but at least at one point he hadn't intended to?]