Hi everyone. Here is the last chapter of "A Shadow and a Wolf". This is the end of a work that started two years, eight months and fifteen days. I hope you loved to read it as much as I loved to write it, and I hope it will be the same for the concluding chapter of this great adventure.

EPILOGUE

40 years later

She shook her head, then when it didn't succeed, she tossed the blond hair that flew in her eyes aside with her left hand. The wind was strong, as usual when she rode her dragon. Having your hair flying into your face was a small inconvenience of flying. Ever since the day she climbed on him for the first time, she had always loved flying on the dragon's back. He could be older, he was still strong and capable of flying from the sandy dunes of Dorne to the icy mountain's peaks of the Lands of Always Winter.

For now, the feeling of freedom and elation that came with the flight allowed her to push back the concerns that tormented her. She knew it wouldn't last, for when she would land, the time would come to face the problem. In the meantime, she enjoyed the moment. Below her, the landscape was populated with small villages and farm lands coexisting with forests, hills and a few mountains.

The North had changed within the last decades. Joanna knew that the winter that followed the War of the Dead, also known as the Great War, was very hard for all the Seven Kingdoms. Her father told her he had travelled to Dorne when this winter was coming to an end and that snow could be seen on the hills. If snow covered the dunes of Dorne, she could barely imagine how it was here, in the North.

The winter in question lasted three years. It took everyone by surprise. Everyone expected this winter would last at least five years, probably more. But no, it only lasted three. It didn't mean this winter had been easy. The North had already been devastated by wars in the years preceding the Great War, but the invasion of the White Walkers almost condemned it. Some maesters estimated that the North had lost half of its male population between the beginning of the War of the Five Kings and the end of the Great War, and that was without counting the women, the children and the old. Everything north of Winterfell had been devastated and all life in the region eradicated. The southern part of the North had fared better but faced its own share of battles and lost many men as well.

The winter had claimed many more people. Even the Free Folk, used to harsh winter, could barely survive. The Dothrakis who had been settled on these lands, unprepared for winter, died by the thousands. Some were happy about it, feeling Dothrakis were better allies when they were dead than alive. The situation was the cause of many skirmishes and clashes to claim what few food and livestock was available, increased by the tensions between the three different nations that shared the same territory and who followed different laws.

The Night's Watch barely survived. By the end of the Great War, with the new recruits from the prisoners of war who chose to join it, the Night's Watch could only count five hundred men. Most of the castles on the Wall were occupied by the Free Folk. At the end of the winter, barely two hundred men had survived. Three Lord Commanders perished, victims of the weather. There were so few men left that the brothers of the Watch chose the last man who was ready to lead the Night's Watch. It was her uncle, Jaime Lannister.

She met her uncle three times. The first was when she was sixteen. She decided to make the tour of the Seven Kingdoms, and her father allowed her. She travelled everywhere, beginning by the Reach and continuing to Dorne, then coming back north through the former Stormlands and the Crownlands, making her way along the Kingsroad to the Trident, then going to the Vale and finally visiting the North before coming back home. When she went to Castle Black, a dark castle at the feet of the gigantic stone wall deprived of its ice, Ser Jaime Lannister was waiting for her. He was an old man at the end of his fifties, yet she could recognize the traces of his former shining blond hair in the white ones he now had. Despite his age, he proved to be in excellent physical condition. She saw him spar with his men in the courtyard and none could defeat him. He also fought the knights who accompanied her during her journey, and they met the same fate. They didn't talk a lot together. Her lord father seldom spoke of his brother, and although he refused to share the reason with her, she suspected something grave had happened, something that wasn't the murder of the Mad King or their sister. Anytime she tried to engage a conversation with him about it, he excused himself and changed the topic. However, by the end of her visit, he gave her a message for her father. She brought it back with her and gave it to him as soon as she came back to King's Landing.

That was when her father told her the truth about his first marriage. When she met him again a few years later, they talked about it. Ser Jaime Lannister had nothing to say for his defense. She could see however how much he regretted his actions. When news came the next year that the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch was dying, she convinced her lord father to fly to the Wall before it was too late. They arrived just in time. She left her father and his brother alone together. No one knew what was said, or if anything was said, but when Ser Jaime Lannister gave his last breath and her father came out of the room, he didn't say a word. He was devastated.

Now the Night's Watch was strong of five thousand men. Movements between the Realm and the lands north of the Wall were constant but closely supervised by the Watch. Most of the Free Folk had gone back to live north of the Wall when the winter was over, but many of the tribes maintained good relations with the Crown. Legal trade and travel between the two worlds were no longer prohibited.

After the Last Winter, the climate of Westeros had changed drastically, especially in the northern kingdoms. It had now been thirty-eight years since snow was seen somewhere else than the highest mountains of the continent. A consensus had grown among the maesters that winter would never come again. The cause lied with a volcano north of the Wall. The place where the White Walkers were created was right at the feet of this mountain. It erupted when the place in question was destroyed by the queen Daenerys and the prince Jon. The gases that were then released by the volcano, gases still rejected today, created a kind of a screen that first stopped the heat of the sun from reaching the land. As a result, temperatures dropped, causing the colder winter in living memory. Gases dissipated with time and the air warmed up. The volcano kept throwing gases however, but less than before. Instead of stopping the heat from reaching the land, it prevented it from leaving. As a result, the temperature increased further, and places where summer snow was usual became warm and fit for agriculture. Today, all the southern part of the North had changed for that activity as a way of subsistence. Changes were slower in the northern part, where the soil needed time to adjust, but crops could already be seen growing near the Last Hearth and on the banks of the Last River.

All that, Joanna could see it from where she sat. All the progress made under the reign of Daenerys Targaryen was visible from the skies. With the help of her nephew, the prince and heir Jon Targaryen, and the Hand of the Queen, Tyrion Lannister, the queen ensured peace and prosperity to Seven Kingdoms and their inhabitants. Lands devoted to hunting or deemed useless were converted to farming. New roads were built, old ones were repaired or extended. The same happened with harbors, especially in the Westerlands and the Crownlands. The conjunction of peace and the disappearance of winter allowed the population of Westeros to increase, helped in that by new sanitary measures in cities that allowed to reduce the circulation of diseases and enhanced life conditions for millions of people. Her father was no stranger to these reforms. He used to say that his lord father probably never thought that putting his second son in charge of the cisterns and drains of the Rock would someday improve the life of the common people.

The royal army helped to achieve these results. Two years after her coronation, the queen announced that the Unsullied would train recruits from the common people of the Crownlands to fill their ranks that began to dwindle. The following year, commoners of the Vale were allowed to join the recruitment as well. Five years after the coronation, all the common people of the Seven Kingdoms were welcomed in the army. Another five years and the queen officially announced the creation of the Army of the Realm. It already existed in the facts, but it was announced officially for the first time. Made of ten thousand permanent units and ten thousand more in reserve, the Army of the Realm was stationed all over the Crownlands and the Vale, with its largest contingent in Storm's End. Seven officers, chosen by the queen, commanded the permanent units. They were to swear loyalty to the queen and to be at her service for all the duration of their service, like all the other soldiers. They had to forsake all the other oaths they made during this period. The units in reserve were commanded by seven other officers. Four of them were chosen by the four Wardens of the North, the South, the West and the East. This meant the queen could choose one, since she was officially the Warden of the East. Another officer was named by the Prince of Dorne, the sixth by the Lord Paramount of the Trident, and the last by the Governor of the Vale.

The Army of the Realm spent its first ten years of unofficial existence serving as both an army and a workforce. Still today, it fulfilled both functions. The Unsullied at first tried to maintain order in the Crownlands. They had a lot of work with the unification of the former Stormlands to the royal lands. They also helped to rebuild King's Landing and enforce the law in its streets while the City Watch was being reconstituted. And they worked to make the roads more practical for winter. When the Last Winter came to an end, they kept working on extending and improving the network of roads in the Crownlands. Guard posts were established all along the network and especially along the Kingsroad. Two years after the end of winter, the Grand Maester Marcon could declare that the saying that a maid could travel from Dorne to the Wall while keeping her purse and her virginity had finally come true.

The Seven Kingdoms were at peace, and Joanna could see it from where she was. Now she could also see Winterfell taking shape from afar. She was close to the castle. It wouldn't be long before she landed in the courtyard and was reunited with people she longed to see.

Outside its walls spread the Winter Town. It didn't change much since the last time Joanna came. Its thousands of houses and minor buildings were still the same, dwarfed by the tall towers of the castle. Joanna knew it was only in appearance that the town didn't expand. When her grandfather Eddard Stark was still alive, four of five homes in the town were deserted during summer. It was during winter that the town became one of the most populated settlements in the North, when families of everywhere in the North gathered to survive the hardships of winter. The town and its buildings were made to face the harsh winters of the North, but it wasn't enough to prevent people from dying every day during the Last Winter.

The Winter Town was emptied after this winter was over. The first time she came to Winterfell, Joanna couldn't help but be surprised by how such a vast town was empty of people. But every time she came back in the years that followed, the population of the town had increased. Now that she was approaching, Joanna noticed a few new houses in the outskirts. The population of the town had grown over the decades, slowly but surely. Now it had grown enough for new homes to be needed, as empty buildings were no longer enough to welcome new inhabitants. A direct result of her father's policy to offer men of the south with families, but with nothing for their living, an access to the new cultivated lands of the North as they were opened to farming. Even with the increase of the natural population of the North after the Last Winter, the Northerners weren't enough to occupy the whole land. Settlers from the other kingdoms filled the void, and the North would soon be a kingdom not only remarkable by its size, but also by its population.

Joanna ordered Viserion to descend more gently. The towers of Winterfell were looming closer. They were now at their level. She could see the people on the ground looking up to them, and the faces of the sentinels on the battlements. Viserion slowed down as he neared the courtyard. When he was above it he flapped his wings to hover, then slowly and carefully reduced his altitude. That gave more than enough time to the people in the courtyard to clear the ground. Joanna safely landed and Viserion folded his wings.

Winterfell. The last time she came here was five years ago. It hadn't changed a bit. For all that was said the North was changing, Winterfell would never change. It would always stand here, proud, a proof that the Starks would always rule the North.

She dismounted her dragon and came to rub Viserion's head. He closed his eyes. Of the four dragons in Westeros, he was the smallest and the kindest of all. No wonder he chose her father as a rider.

She removed the hood covering her head, letting her long hair fall free. In formal events, she would have them brush so that they would fall over her shoulders and on both sides of her face, but while riding, whether it was a horse or a dragon, it was better to keep them behind your head. They had fewer chance to block her vision.

The household of Winterfell was looking at her. They all knew her. She had come here very often. Still, they stayed away, maybe because they were afraid of Viserion, and probably out of respect as well. The Mistress of Coin deserved respect as an advisor of the queen.

He came out of the Great Hall, wearing the traditional heavy furs of House Stark. His short stern auburn hair contrasted with the brightness of his green eyes. He told her once how uncomfortable the furs were in hot temperature, but how important it was to be seen with them regularly, in order to honor the traditions of the North. He stopped in front of her, arms crossed on his chest. A woman taller than him followed behind, her green eyes pale in comparison to that of her husband.

"Lady Joanna," the Lord of Winterfell welcomed her.

"Lord Stark."

They stayed there for a moment. Slowly, a smile crept on both their faces. He opened his arms.

"Come here, sister."

"Robb." She let herself be taken in an embrace with her little brother.

Robb was seven years younger than her. Called after their uncle the Young Wolf, he had inherited enough Stark features for the Northerners to accept him. The people of Winterfell said they could see some of Eddard Stark in him, and more of Robb Stark. He had grown up in the North from the age of six, raised mostly by tutors and servants, mentored by Davos Seaworth, the Lord of the Dreadfort at the time and acting Warden of the North on behalf of her lady mother until Robb reached his majority. Lord Davos had died when Robb was only ten. Jon Targaryen had come back to Winterfell after that. He assumed the wardenship of the North for six years, still officially on the behalf of his cousin. When Robb reached the right age, he stepped aside and let him assume all responsibilities as Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell. At the age of twenty, Robb married a lady of House Manderly, who sadly died in childbirth a year later. The child only survived his mother for a week. Devastated, Robb needed eight years before he wed again, this time with Alysanne Glover, the woman who was standing next to him. She and Joanna welcomed each other as it was appropriate.

"How are Brandon and Sansa?" Joanna asked.

"Brandon is sick. He couldn't come out. As for Sansa, she's too young. But they're both strong. You don't have to worry about their well-being," his wife said.

"If you say so."

She looked at her brother. By his expression, she knew he asked her, as usual, to be forgiving with his wife. Lady Alysanne was very protective of her children.

"We'll have a feast tonight to honor your visit. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours," Alysanne added.

"I thank you." Her brother was the Warden of the North and no one could put that into question. But at Winterfell, it could be debated if he was its lord, for his wife ruled the place like she owned it.

"Where is she?" Joanna asked Robb. His face took a sadder expression.

"You'll find her in the godswood."

"Thank you."

She spoke in Valyrian to Viserion and he flew away to hunt. She headed for the godswood where she would find the person she was looking for. The godswood of Winterfell was among the largest in the Seven Kingdoms. She needed time to reach its center, where Joanna suspected she would find her. She wasn't wrong. Sitting on a stump next to the weirwood, her lady mother had her eyes closed.

Lady Sansa Lannister of House Stark had been called the most beautiful lady in the Seven Kingdoms by many people, her lord husband the first. Though it didn't mean much. Many women could claim to be the most beautiful woman in the world. The queen herself and Joanna received that nickname more than their share, and so did Margaery Tyrell. Joanna never cared for these flatteries, no more than she cared about the resemblance many people noticed between her and her aunt. Or at least she tried to.

The Mad Queen, as Cersei Lannister was known today, had been her father's sister. Tyrion Lannister never had something good to say about her. She had tried to kill her parents more than once. Cersei Lannister even placed a price on her head when Joanna was just out of the crib. She burned half the city of King's Landing. Scars of her fires still lingered in the capital today. She saw a portrait of her one day. To her discouragement, Joanna was indeed the picture of her aunt. Her parents assured her when she was very young that it didn't matter, that she had nothing to see with that woman, but it was difficult when whoever had known Cersei Lannister was surprised and thought for a moment she was back among the living whenever they met Joanna for the first time.

She had steeled herself against this the best she could, and her family was never bothered by the resemblance. Her father was very supportive. Her mother as well. That woman was only sixteen when she gave birth to Joanna. Now at fifty-eight, her youth, that Joanna witnessed for the first twenty years of her life, was gone, replaced by wrinkles. She had kept her high cheekbones, and among the hair that turned greyer every year, half the strands were still red as an autumn sunset. Behind the closed eyelids were blue eyes still full of life.

"Mother," she called as soon as she was close enough.

The two eyes opened and looked at her. Immediately, a quiet smile took shape on the thin lips. "I suspected it was you. You're the only one who can ride Viserion." Her lady mother slowly stood up and came to hold her daughter into her arms. Joanna didn't protest and gave in. She laid her head on her mother's shoulder, and her mother did the same. They were of the same height. "My little girl."

"I'm glad to see you, Mother. It's been a long time."

"Let's walk a little. I need to stretch my legs."

They wandered through the godswood. Sansa Lannister was still quite robust, though Joanna noticed she walked slower than before. She hoped it was only because her mother wanted to enjoy the moment longer than because her health was declining.

"How do you feel?" Joanna asked her.

"Better. It's still difficult, but better."

"Maybe you should come back. It's been a year already." She let some time for her mother to think about it, then added, "We all miss you."

Her lady mother stopped to look at a tree with triangle leaves. For a long time, she just stared at it.

"We will talk about it after dinner. Give me some time," she told her daughter. Joanna didn't dare to refuse. It was difficult for her, but far more difficult for her mother. So she gave her the time she required, and they spent the hours that followed walking among the trees and pools.

Her lady mother might not want to talk about the very subject that brought Joanna in the North, but she desired to talk about other things. She asked questions about her children, and also about her grandchildren.

Gerion had not changed. He was the elder son of Tyrion and Sansa Lannister, the heir to Casterly Rock from the moment he was born. Joanna was only three years older than him. Despite their proximity in age and the great similitudes in their physical appearance, from their green eyes to their shining golden hair, they had nothing in common. Joanna had been quick of wits and mind very early, surprising the two maesters who took charge of her education. At thirteen, she was already discussing matters of state with her parents at dinner, and even with the queen when she was present. At sixteen, she was writing books on dragonlore. Two of them ended in all the libraries of the Seven Kingdoms in the years that followed. At nineteen, she was managing the Westerlands for her lord father, occupied in King's Landing to help the queen manage the entire Realm. Five years ago, she became the first woman to occupy the seat of Master of Coin on the small council. Her place was among books, with numbers and columns, or inspecting infrastructures, lands, roads and mines to find ways to better operate them. She was good at ruling as well. She had great knowledge of the laws of the Seven Kingdoms, general laws and those applying to specific areas. The queen had considered her for the office of Master of Laws first. When the position was open ten years ago, she wanted Joanna to take it, but her lord father opposed. Not that he doubted her abilities, but he needed her at Casterly Rock, and maybe he also waited for a better position to open up for her. Five years later, it was her father who suggested to appoint her Mistress of Coin. She had enough time to make sure the Rock would manage itself on its own before she left.

Gerion Lannister had been officially acting Lord of Casterly Rock, in the absence of his father who was Hand of the King, since he was thirteen. Betrothed since he was twelve, married at seventeen, he had proved his ability to father children, and not only through the three sons and the daughter he had with his lady wife. However, he never really ruled. Gerion was only at ease when he was holding a sword in his hand, or a crossbow, or a bow and arrows. He spent his days practicing his skills at battle, riding, patrolling around the lands of the Rock or in the streets of Lannisport. There had been a time when his only desire was to go to war and prove himself to be the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms. He had the opportunity when the Iron Islands rebelled in Year 18 of the New Dynasty. The queen of the Iron Islands, Yara Greyjoy, had died in a tragic accident at sea. Her son, too young to rule, was left in the care of Lord Rodrik Harlaw who acted as Regent. However, Harlaw couldn't stop the movement in the islands that asked for the Ironmen to go to war against the Seven Kingdoms. Rumors circulated that their queen was killed in an attack from a vessel of the Reach. A group of twelve ships from the island of Great Wyk accosted in the Reach and ravaged many villages. The attack was too sudden and unexpected, and the local lords had no time to react. By the time their forces arrived, the Ironmen were gone, leaving a trail of fuming villages, raped women and murdered children behind them. The retaliation was immediate. All ships of the Iron Islands that were in the harbors of the Reach were seized. Some of the crew were killed when they resisted. Rodrik Harlaw tried to stop the escalation in vain. Without the authorization of their king, all the Iron Islands but Pyke and Harlaw rebelled and declared war against Daenerys Targaryen.

The war was short-lived. Within two months, the Iron Islands were defeated. Each and every lord in the islands waged war in his own way. They had no general to command their whole fleet. The three dragons, Drogon, Viserion and Margarion set all the fleets on fire. The islands and their castles were besieged, and soon all the rebels surrendered or were defeated. Rodrik Harlaw had not rebelled, so he could remain regent and Yara's son was still king. However, he had to accept garrisons on the islands that rebelled for ten years. That didn't stop queen Yara's son, Balon, from rebelling when his uncle died. He foolishly gathered his fleets and made to Lannisport, trying to repeat Euron Greyjoy's plot to destroy the Lannister fleet and hence have total control on the Sunset Sea. It failed. Her lord father had learned from the attack of the Iron Islands that he witnessed in his childhood. And the garrisons on the islands and Varys' network of spies warned them of the upcoming attack. Together, Joanna and Gerion with the help of their lord father, they prepared for the invasion. When the Iron Fleet arrived, it was surrounded from all sides. The ships of the Lannister fleet boarded or sunk those on the flanks, while Viserion, that the Ironmen didn't expect to be there, burned down the others. Barely twenty chips managed to escape, including one with King Balon. Without ships to protect their islands, the Ironmen were quickly invaded. Most of the work was done by the Westerlands. Gerion planned the whole invasion. In the first rebellion, he proved his ability on the battlefield as a knight. In the second, he proved he was also capable of conducting battles and leading a war. By the time the men of their brother Robb and the soldiers of the Reach arrived, half of the islands were conquered, and Pyke was under siege. After six months of resistance, Pyke fell and Balon Greyjoy was executed. His sister Bala was sent into exile and the Iron Islands became officially part of the Westerlands by a decree of the Queen Daenerys.

So was Gerion Lannister. A knight, a great swordsman, a wonderful duelist, a gifted bowman, a war strategist probably more clever than his father. But a lord? Not at all. Joanna had been the one ruling the Westerlands for twenty years. When Gerion conquered the Iron Islands, it was her job to put into place a system that would allow to keep control over the islands. It was a task she would have happily given to another. The Iron Island were a constant source of worry, a pot of wildfire ready to blow at the first opportunity. Despite this, she enjoyed ruling the Westerlands. It became obvious very early that Gerion could never be a lord like their father. He wasn't fit for that. They tried to have him take care of politics and administrative matters, to no avail. Gerion remained the warrior who led the armies of the Westerlands and rode with his men on his own lands to apply the law while Joanna served justice, held court, negotiated with their bannermen and ruled the lands of their family. All in all, they made a perfect pair, completing each other. She and Gerion had a very good relationship. Unlike the woman and the man they looked like, there was never any thought of incest between them. They loved each other like a brother and a sister. When she was named Mistress of Coin and left for King's Landing, Gerion was very sad. They had come to rely on each other and were inseparable despite their differences. Although she left very capable officers behind her to fulfill the duties she once performed, Joanna knew her brother would rather have her by his side.

It was some time since she had seen Serena, but she gave what news she had of her little sister. Six years under Joanna, she was married to the Lord of the Hightower. It had taken a lot of maneuvering from her father to arrange this marriage, but he succeeded. She now had four children. Two were already knights, and one of her daughters was to marry very soon into House Lefford.

As for Ned, their little brother to them all, his activities were growing. The Bank of Lannisport that he founded had expanded its activities to Oldtown and White Harbor. He was now considering to open an establishment in King's Landing, though the laws made it much more difficult to start and conduct banking activities in the city. An undesirable effect of well-intentioned but poor policies to protect borrowers from their lenders. The queen had insisted to pass along this legislation, despite her father's best efforts to dissuade her.

Ned. The only one of them who inherited their father's dwarfism. He had suffered from it in his childhood. Despite his parents being very close to him and Joanna's own efforts to be close to him, he shut up to a large part of the world very quickly. Finally, he made his way into the world. He didn't want to be respected only because he was a Lannister. He wanted to prove to everybody that he was capable of something. Hence, with a small amount of money their parents gave him, he created his own trade when he was only eighteen. Five years later, he gave back all the money to his father, with interests, saying he should see it as an investment, not a gift.

He was the most lonely of their family, but that didn't mean he hated them. During the first rebellion of the Iron Islands, Gerion was severely hurt. His wound festered and he almost died. Ned left all his activities behind and spent an entire month by his brother's side until he was sure he would recover. He said that whenever they needed help, they could count on him. They seldom needed it, but they appreciated it all the time he did something for them.

Her mother asked her questions about Ned's bride. Indeed, their little brother was betrothed… to the daughter of a wheelwright. Joanna hadn't met her. She had been shocked to hear about it, but after thinking about it, she thought she ought not to be so surprised. After all, Ned didn't care whether someone was nobility or not. No more than their own lord father when he got married the first time. If he was happy with this woman, she could live with it. It wasn't as if he was the heir to Casterly Rock anyway.

She spent the whole afternoon telling her mother everything she knew about her brothers and sister. When the evening closed on them, they went separate ways to prepare for dinner. Joanna hadn't changed since she arrived. She took a bath, had her hair brushed and combed, and put on a purple gown she brought with her.

The feast was great. It was simpler, less organized than the feasts she organized at Casterly Rock or the ones she participated to in King's Landing, but it was more than satisfying. The most satisfying part was that she spent it talking with her brother. Their mother didn't talk much, but she seemed to enjoy it, quietly, in her own way, a smile always displayed on her lips. It was good to see her feel better.

After dinner, when everyone had gone back to their rooms, Joanna walked to the apartments of her lady mother. She let her enter when Joanna announced her presence. Sansa Lannister was looking through the window in the night. Days ended earlier here than in the south. Winter might have disappeared, but days still grew shorter as you progressed north.

"You said we would talk about it after dinner. Should I remind you that a Lannister always pays her debts?" Joanna said.

"You don't have to. I've known for a very long time." Her mother stood away from the window and came to sit on her bed. "I miss him," she said in a tired voice.

"We all miss him," Joanna said in a low tone.

"One year. One year now since he left us."

Joanna closed her eyes and sat next to her lady mother. Indeed, one year to the day, her lord father had left them. He died peacefully in his bed while he was sleepingThe maester said he felt nothing. Apparently, her father had drunk a lot the previous evening. The maester warned him to not drink too much at his age. At the age of seventy-six, Tyrion Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, Lord of the Westerlands, Warden of the West, Hand of the Queen, dragonrider, gave his last breath.

There had been a huge tournament in Lannisport during the two weeks that preceded his death. Gerion had won it. That was probably why he drank so much. Gerion confessed some time later that he had been drinking with their father but, too much drunk as he was, he didn't notice how much his father drank. Gerion still blamed himself for that today.

Because of the tournament, most of the court was there. Daenerys and Jon Targaryen, the half-sister and the nephew of Joanna's father, although very few knew it (she was the only one of his children to know the truth), were present, and so were the grandchildren of the queen. Gerion, Ned, Serena, Robb, all the Lannisters, they were al reunited for this occasion. What should have been a time for celebration turned into a general mourning. Funerals were organized. Her father's body was exposed for a complete week in the sept of Lannisport. Their mother watched over him all the time. She refused to leave him except to shit and piss. Joanna relayed with her siblings to bring her food and keep her company. She also received the visits of septons and discussed with people who had come to pay their last respects to Lord Lannister. It seemed everyone was there. Even the High Priestess Kinvara, the Mistress of Whisperers, who everyone believed was in King's Landing, came to comfort her lady mother. She left for Winterfell with Robb not long after the burial.

"I came here so you wouldn't be alone," Joanna told her.

"Thank you. But you should be with your brothers, and with Serena. I already have Robb here."

"We need you to be there. All of us. Don't you think it's time for you to come back?"

"I don't belong to Casterly Rock anymore."

"What are you saying? You are the mother of its actual lord. You've been the wife of its lord for over forty years. You had five children, four with the Lannister name, and the only one who didn't receive it was for political reasons."

"My place is no longer there." When she looked to Joanna, she was crying. "Your father is dead. Casterly Rock doesn't feel like home anymore." She looked around to the walls and the roof of her bedroom. "This is my home. This is where I grew up, where I was born. Your father used to tell me that I would always be a Stark. Never forget what you are, he said." She touched the golden necklace picturing a lion she always wore. "I tried to listen to him, but I couldn't. I didn't feel like a Stark anymore. I was a stranger here. At Casterly Rock, I felt I was home. But now that he's dead, I don't feel it is anymore. Casterly Rock was only my home while your father was alive. I don't belong there anymore."

"You remember when you once told me that a mother's place was next to her children. Well, you have one child at Casterly Rock, and another living right next to it. And right now, your other daughter is with them, commemorating their father's death, and I would be with them too if it wasn't for you. So tell me. If your children are at Casterly Rock and your place is at their side, why wouldn't you belong there?"

Her mother sighed. "You should learn to forget what I say."

"Like the threat to never talk to me again if I refused to marry Eddard Tully?"

"Oh, please." Her mother hid her face inside her hands. Joanna couldn't stop herself from laughing. She mentioned the accident on purpose. "I feel horrible whenever I think about it."

It happened when Joanna was twenty. Ever since she was twelve, her parents tried to arrange her a betrothal. However, when at thirteen her lord father announced her he was about to conclude a betrothal between her and Jon Targaryen's eldest son, the future heir to the Iron Throne, she made such a scene and a crisis that Lord Tyrion decided to never conclude a marriage contract for one of his children without his or her approval. His lady wife wasn't very happy about that, and for cause.

Joanna refused all the pretenders who came to her. She refused to even consider the possibility of getting married. She didn't tell her parents, but she would hear nothing about marriage. She didn't know why exactly. Maybe it was because she didn't want to be bound to a man and wanted to maintain her independence. Perhaps there was also the fact she had never been interested in men. She wasn't interested in women either. She talked about it with her father once, and he was stunned. He said the only person like that he ever saw in his life was Varys, the now deceased Master of Whisperers. After some research, he came back to her and told her she was among the very few people in the population who felt no sexual attraction to anybody or anything. The fact remained that she refused again, and again, and again to marry.

Finally, her lady mother invited her uncle's eldest son, Eddard Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Trident, during another tourney. He rode with Joanna's favor in the tournament. She allowed him to wear it only because she thought it would make no difference. She didn't care about it. He also danced with her at the ball that closed the tournament. By the end of the night, he proposed to her, and she kindly refused.

Her lady mother had summoned her in the middle of the night. Her lord father was yawning, obviously longing for sleep. Apparently, Joanna's mother had arranged everything about the visit, hoping her daughter would say yes. It was true that she always got along very well with Eddard, but it changed nothing. She didn't want to marry, as strange as it may seem for a woman who didn't want to be a septa or a Silent Sister.

It wasn't her mother who revealed all this to her. She left Joanna with her father, saying he had something to tell her. Her father proved to be way calmer than his wife. They had a very long discussion, during which Joanna explained why she didn't want to marry. At first, he was skeptical and tried to tell her everything she would miss, but she wouldn't change her mind. In the end, she reminded him of his promise to never marry her to someone she didn't want to. He had looked down to his desk. When he raised his head, a mournful smile was on his face.

"Sometimes, a lord must do what a lord must. Tell Lady Lannister to come in," he shouted to his squire.

"So?" her mother had asked, looking straight at Joanna. But it had been her father who spoke. He looked very tired.

"Well, it seems our daughter has a very difficult choice to make. She must decide whether or not she will marry a man she doesn't want to marry."

"She has to marry one day," Joanna's mother had protested. "We were not in love when we were wed. My parents were not in love either. We learned to love each other, just like they did."

"It's not given to everybody to fall in love with the person they were forced to marry," Joanna opposed.

"Alright, alright. No more arguing," her father interrupted. "A decision must be made, so let's get to the point. Joanna, you realize that if you refuse to marry Eddard Tully, your lady mother will never forgive you."

"Yes, I do," she replied, exasperated. She was fed up with her mother's persistence to find her a husband when she didn't want one. She knew it was normal in their world, but she didn't like what was normal in this situation.

"Very well. Then, you really have a very unhappy alternative before you. Your mother will never forgive you if you do not marry him. And if you do, since you don't want to marry him, I'm the one who will never forgive you."

Joanna had been in a state where she didn't know if she ought to laugh or to cry of joy. Anyway, she left the room as quickly as possible as a heated debate started between her parents. It was said her lady mother didn't speak to her lord father for an entire week afterwards. She came to her senses in the end and tolerated the situation. The day Joanna was named Mistress of Coin, she said she was proud of her and didn't regret she never got married.

Today, Joanna couldn't help but almost laugh at her mother's behaviour. Joanna thought she regretted more what she said to her husband afterwards than her stubbornness to marry her daughter. The Lady Sansa removed the hand that hid her eyes. "Very well. I'm going home."

The decision was taken. The next morning, Joanna was breaking her fast with her lady mother before their departure. Her mother's personal handmaiden, a young woman of twenty with a pale skin, very slender, green of eyes and with hair so brown that they looked black, served them.

"Thank you, Sera," Joanna's mother told the handmaid when she came to take back the untouched food to the kitchens.

"You call her by her name now?" Joanna asked.

"I got used to it. It was hard for me. She looks so much like her mother. Whenever I look at her, I see Mira. There's so much of her in her daughter."

Mira Forrester was an old friend of her mother. She had served as her handmaiden for a time when she was in King's Landing. The two women remained in contact afterwards, but twenty years ago, the Lady of Ironrath gave birth to her fourth child. It was a girl, her first one after the three sons she had. However, Mira Forrester only had the time to name her daughter before she died of complications that happened during the delivery. Her mother was in the capital when it happened. She travelled all the way to the North in order to be present for her funerals. Margaery Tyrell, then newly appointed Lady of Highgarden after the death of her lord father, made the journey as well.

Joanna and her mother left early after breakfast. Robb and his wife came to say goodbye. Once the farewells were made, they climbed on Viserion and flew back to Casterly Rock. They needed a few days to arrive there. They stopped at Barrowton, Riverrun and the Golden Tooth, to only name a few. And then, one day, they saw the silhouette of the Rock at the horizon. Viserion didn't need instructions on the way to land at the Rock. He did it dozens of times if not more.

As soon as they landed, Gerion arrived to welcome them. He embraced their mother tightly and did the same with his sister. Serena and Ned arrived not long after, and they shared the same embraces. Joanna had been afraid Serena would be gone to Oldtown by now, but she chose to stay when they received Joanna's raven announcing the return of their mother.

Gerion later showed their mother where she would live now. They were all surprised except for Joanna when he showed her the lord's chambers, the ones she shared with their father for decades.

"These are not my rooms. They belong to you now," she said to her eldest son.

"As long as you're with us, these rooms will be yours. That's what Father would have wanted."

They then excused themselves at her request. They didn't protest as they could see she was beginning to cry. Ned stayed behind with her. He had always been the favourite of their mother where Joanna was their father's favourite. They agreed to meet all together in the crypts in two hours. Joanna used the time to go to her own chambers. She took a bath and put on fresh clothes. As she waited for the time to go below, in the dark tunnels of the castle, lying in her bed and resting after days of travel, a voice disturbed her.

"I see you were successful in your mission."

Joanna opened her eyes and slowly sat on her bed. "Yes. I'm glad she's here."

"Of course, you are," the woman replied. "I'm glad she's here me too."

"Are you?"

"Your father deserves it."

Joanna nodded. She looked at the torch on the wall. The wall under it seemed normal, but in fact it hid a secret passage that could be opened from both sides. Only the actual Mistress of Coin and Mistress of Whisperers were aware of its existence.

"Will you be with us?" Joanna asked her.

She had a sad smile. "I'm not part of the family."

"You almost are. You had a daughter with him. You saved his life. You saved my mother's life. And you saved me."

She turned around and looked into the fire. "That doesn't make me a Lannister," Tysha replied. She was wearing her red robes, her long dark hair falling on her back. "I will be there, in the shadows, but not with you. It's not my place."

Joanna understood. They had talked about this again and again for the last twenty years. "The statue of Tywin Lannister will be there."

"Yes, I know." She said very softly, but with an edge that would make her hatred of this man obvious to anyone with ears.

Joanna sighed. "I don't think I will ever understand. How could Tywin Lannister do such a thing? How can a father do that to his own son?"

She knew of course that Lord Tywin had not been the real father of Tyrion Lannister, but he had acknowledged him as his son, just like Eddard Stark did for Jon Targaryen, and her cousin only had good words for the man who raised him. That made her father Lord Tywin's son whether he liked it or not. How could he do this?

"Total absence of love," Tysha answered to her question. "Just like darkness is total absence of light, evil is total absence of love. That's who Tywin Lannister was. Evil."

Someone knocked at the door. "Lady Joanna, it's time. Lady Lannister and your brothers and sister are waiting for you," her handmaiden said from the other side, without opening the door. Joanna ordered all her handmaidens to never enter her rooms without her authorization.

"I'm coming," she replied. She turned to Tysha who touched a red stone around her neck. Her appearance changed. It wasn't he first time Joanna saw it. She was surprised when she first witnessed it, but now it didn't bother her.

"I'll leave you to it," she told Joanna.

"Thank you, Kinvara."

The High Priestess left using the same secret passage she used to enter. Over twenty years now that she knew the truth, when one evening the High Priestess came to her rooms and told her. She was the only one to know the whole truth in all the Seven Kingdoms. Not even her lord father, and even less her mother, were aware of it.

Fifteen minutes later, they were all standing in the Hall of Heroes in front of a statue representing her lord father. Tyrion Lannister was represented a book in one hand, an axe in another. The sculptor did a wonderful work, forgetting no detail. Even the scar on his face was displayed at the perfection. His grave was right under it. On it you could read the following:

Tyrion Lannister

Born in 37 BND

Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, Lord of the Westerlands, Warden of the West, 3 BND – 39 ND

Hand of the Queen, 1 BND – 39 ND

Dragonrider

Beloved brother, husband and father

A very small man can cast a very large shadow

Indeed, the inscription on the grave couldn't be more accurate. Torches were positioned, lit in every occasion, that projected the shadow of the statue in such a way that it made three times the height of her brother Gerion.

The current Lord of Casterly Rock was present with his two sisters and his youngest brother. Only Robb couldn't be there. He had urgent matters to attend in the North which prevented him from following Joanna and their mother to commemorate his death.

Their lady mother stood ahead of them. They remained there for a long time, looking at their father's statue. Gerions's wife and his three children weren't present, no more than Ned's betrothed or Serena's husband and children. This moment was for them and only for them, their mother and her children, the immediate family of Tyrion Lannister.

Their lady mother turned to them after a very long time. It was obvious she had cried. There were traces of tears on her cheeks. When she talked to them however, her voice was calm, measured.

"Thank you all. I regret Robb isn't here with us, but I want you to know something. Your father would be proud of you, every one of you. And I'm proud too."

She embraced them all one by one, and then they left. Joanna was the last one to leave with her mother by her side. She perceived a slight movement in the dark behind her. She looked away, continuing her path back to the surface, leaving her father some time alone with another woman.

20 years later

There were now two statues. The second was just finished. The axe had been removed from the hand of the man, and now it held the hand of the woman. Tyrion Lannister stood in next her, motionless, stuck in that pose for all eternity. They were together forever. The long shadow that the former Lord of Casterly Rock projected was still there on the stoned floor, while the shadow of his wife wasn't that long in comparison.

She was fourteen when she met him on that road. Back then, she thought he saved her. In some way he did, though his brother did most of the job chasing the men that chased her. The next morning, she was married to him. Their bliss was short-lived and a fortnight later her life was turned to hell. Tywin Lannister ruined it. His brother, Kevan, helped her escape. She went to Pentos, where she lived for many months. She gave birth to a daughter. She couldn't know who the father was, but she thought it was him. She couldn't take care of her, and she reminded her too much of him. She abandoned her. She hated them all, even that child who came from the husband who raped her. It destroyed her, for despite the fact she hated her daughter for being the child of a monster, she loved her too.

Free of anything and anyone binding her, she escaped to Volantis. There, she became a Red Priestess, then High Priestess when Benerro passed away. Through the years, R'hllor showed her the truth. She saw what had happened on this fateful day through the visions he gave her. All her hatred came down on Tywin Lannister, the man who destroyed her life and the lives of those he forced to ruin hers. She also saw the man she loved getting married to another woman, who was the same age as she was when they met. Then one day, she saw a vision that terrified her.

She saw the young woman who married Tyrion, in a dark room, a very cold place, with two other men. One had a diabolical smile on his face, and he forced the other one to stay while he did to her the same thing she was subjected to.

R'hllor never showed her these visions for nothing. She had seen more than enough to know what she had to do, to change the course of time. For three days, she remained in meditation, connecting with R'hllor, asking, begging him to provide her with the necessary force to accomplish her mission. The third day, she succeeded. She penetrated the spirit of the man she hated so much. She only did what was necessary. She didn't rejoice at the idea of torturing. She could have, but it was dangerous for her to use too much power, and that wasn't what R'hllor asked of her. She killed him. Nothing more, nothing less. Tywin Lannister never woke up. That changed everything. The girl was never taken away from the city, her fate changed completely.

Later, she went to Meereen. R'hllor showed her the way again. Only, she misinterpreted them and realized it just in time. She thought the young woman with blond hair she saw flying a dragon was the Lord's Chosen One, Azor Ahai Reborn, the Prince that was promised. She was wrong. She realized it when she saw Daenerys Targaryen fly over Meereen with her own eyes, in that day when she defeated the masters. She wasn't the woman Kinvara saw in her visions, nor was it her dragon she saw. She recognized the dragon she saw in her visions for he was in the skies that day, but not with the queen on his back.

These visions kept haunting her, and then others came to haunt her. Visions of a baby, among them. She thought it was her daughter first, but then she slowly realized it was another child. She met him again in the Neck and found him dead. She thought it was over, but she tried all the same, and against all expectations, he was back. It was the last time she kissed him. And when she saw that he could ride a dragon, she understood. The young woman with blond hair was indeed not Daenerys Targaryen. The woman in question was real, only she wasn't a woman yet. She had just been born.

R'hllor had showed her the way. She did what was necessary, saved the mother and then the daughter, finding absolution for the horror she committed so many years ago. She had abandoned a child. She saved another and gave her back to her parents. She did what R'hllor asked of her.

Tyrion probably believed all these years that all he saw that night of Jon Targaryen's wedding was only a dream. He was wrong. She had never been only a dream. His brother Jaime knew she wasn't a dream when she revealed herself to him in his cell. Tell him, or I will, she threatened him. And he did tell his brother the whole truth.

She went to see Tyrion after putting something in Sansa's drink that would make sure she slept. That was the last time Tysha ever spoke to Tyrion. The following times, when she talked to him, it was Kinvara who spoke. She never revealed the truth to anyone but Joanna, after she learned the truth about her father's first marriage. She owed it to her. In some way, Joanna was the daughter Tysha could have had and that she abandoned.

The daughter was now about sixty. She served the new king as she had served his aunt before. Kinvara had seen many come and go over the last decades. She would have to stay a little while longer. Her mission wasn't over yet. It would be over only when Joanna would leave, and so far her health remained strong and she was giving many signs that she would live for many more years. Kinvara expected she would outlive all her siblings. After that, she would go back to the east and continue to serve R'hllor for the years she still had left. Such was the path of all Red Priests: to serve their Lord just like Azor Ahai did and continued to do. Just like Revan had been doing for thousands of years, and kept doing.

For now, the magic of her necklace wasn't working. She aged more slowly than common people. Despite this, grey hair was beginning to show on her head. Usually, it would be hidden by R'hllor's power, but now it wasn't.

In her hands, Tysha held the necklace Tyrion had bought her a long time ago, while they lived in that cottage. She wore it all the time, and despite the conflicting feelings she had towards him after she left Westeros, she always kept it. Perhaps a part of her always suspected there was more to his actions on that day she was destroyed than it appeared. When her Lord showed the truth many years later, she was relieved to not have thrown it away. She wore it the last time she spoke to Tyrion.

Slowly, she approached the statues with their hands joined. Tyrion was still holding his book, like he always did since he died. Sansa, with her free hand, was caressing a direwolf. There was a little gap in their joined hands, between their thumbs and forefingers. There was just enough space. With caution, she put the necklace in the hole. It slowly disappeared, inch by inch, until it was in their hands, hidden from everyone's sight.

She stepped away and looked at them one last time. They were meant to be together a long time ago. Tysha was never destined to marry him. Sansa was. Tysha was doomed to disappear and let someone else take her place, so she could be there in time to fight the darkness and bring R'hllor's light into the world. Tysha had to die for Kinvara to live. She was destined to be alone all her life. Tyrion Lannister and Sansa Stark were meant to spend their life together. Her attention was drawn to the large shadow at Tyrion's feet and the direwolf by Sansa' side.

"A shadow and a wolf," she whispered.

She closed her eyes and turned around. Tysha never looked back. As she walked away, her hand came to the medallion around her neck. Within seconds, Tysha disappeared to never come again. Kinvara left the crypts to continue her mission: to serve her Lord and bring its light into the world. For evil would hide in the places no one would think of and surge when they last expected it.

Author's Notes:

First, about the epilogue. I can now confirm it to everybody: Kinvara is Tysha, Tyrion's first wife. I use the opportunity to compliment CLH_CLH, who was the first to suggest the idea that the two women were only one, at the first chapter where Kinvara stepped into the story. You surprised me by suspecting the truth at the very beginning. As for Revan, maybe it wasn't that clear in this chapter, but he was in fact Azor Ahai, Jon Snow's ancestor, and you can assume he's still alive since Kinvara states he's still serving their Lord.

There are also two references to scenes from TV shows I love very much. The first is the disagreement between Tyrion and Sansa when Joanna related how she refused to marry someone at the age of twenty. It comes from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. The second is when Kinvara explains to Joanna why Tywin behaved in such a way with Tyrion: "Total absence of love". It comes from Smalville, Season 7 Episode 16, when Clark Kent and Chloe Sullivan discuss the murder of Lionel Luthor by his son Lex.

Now, I spent over two years and a half writing this fanfiction. I didn't think it would turn out to be so long. When I started, it was an experience more than anything else, and I didn't plan to rewrite the entire series. Finally, it came to it: a fanfiction over a million words. I must confess there were times I just wanted to abandon this project. I had other ideas in my mind and wanted to dedicate more time to my original stories and my other fanfiction projects, including "A Rose and a Lion". But I kept writing, encouraged by you, all the people who were reading it, and also by the conviction that I couldn't stop a project that wasn't finished yet.

Now here it is, over and finished. I always meant to end ASAAW this way, with Joanna as the final POV and the explanation of why this story was called "A Shadow and a Wolf". There were modifications on the road. For example, my original idea was to have Jon marry Daenerys in the end. Margaery was supposed to die when the Great Sept exploded. Revan was also not supposed to become a character with a major role. He was only supposed to be a cameo at first, but I loved so much to introduce him into the story that I couldn't resist making him Azor Ahai and helping Jon and Daenerys to bring a permanent end to winters. The existence of more Children of the Forest very far in the north and Bran leaving to meet them is also a late addition. Kinvara was also not meant to appear, or at least not to play a major role, and she wasn't supposed to be Tysha. But I had this mad idea, while I watched Season 5 and Tyrion listened to a Red Priestess in the streets of Volantis that this Priestess could be Tysha. Somehow I found myself thinking that Kinvara could be Tysha, and I ended making her the cause of Tywin's death.

This story is not perfect. There are a few things I would probably modify if I was to rewrite it. First, the long time spent in the Neck by Tyrion and Sansa and their army. Second, how I handled Margaery's escape from death. Third, the way I told the part of the story evolving around the second destruction of Castamere and how Tyrion almost turned like Tywin that didn't come out the way I was planning to. Despite this, I'm satisfied with what I've written after so much time, and I hope you enjoyed ASAAW as you read it, chapter after chapter.

I want to thank everyone who read this story, who left comments or kudos, who subscribed to it or bookmarked it. You are the reason why I wrote it in the end, and the reason why I kept writing it when I just wanted to stop. I'm proud to have delivered this piece of writing to you, and I'm proud to have been (for a short time) the only person to have written a fanfiction on Game of Thrones long of 1,000,000 words on AO3.

I want to thank especially those who commented on the story from the beginning or who came along later: Tativi and CLH_CLH, SerGoldenhand, tanithlipsky, Felon GT, DarylDixon'sLover, -Line, edenson65, Costin, krasni, Vwchick, elaine451, Starclipper01, charles123, agouraki and many others. All your reviews encouraged me to continue.

This may be the end for "A Shadow and a Wolf", but this is not the end for me. The idea to write first came to me when I was sixteen, for a project school. I put aside this idea for the years that followed, but this interest was revived by the meeting of three separate things: Game of Thrones, fanfictions, and Smashwords.

I discovered Game of Thrones when I was seventeen or eighteen, when a friend of mine talked about it for the first time, when the first season was released. But since it seemed to be only about sex and violence, the way he spoke of it, I wasn't interested. Then another friend, probably three years later, while I was finishing my degree, showed me two cutscenes: the Red Wedding, and the Purple Wedding. And in the scene of the Purple Wedding, I saw Peter Dinklage, who I previously saw in "X-Men: Days of Future past". I was intrigued and went to see on Game of Thrones Wiki who was the character he was playing. That's how I met Tyrion Lannister. I ended watching cutscenes where he was present on Youtube, and that's how I also discovered Sansa and began to ship them together. Then I started buying the seasons on iTunes, watching the whole show from the beginning.

While watching, I also started to read the books, and I also kept looking for websites about Game of Thrones, until one day I fell upon a fanfiction by pure luck. It was "Things we do for love" from pellaeonthewingedlion. I became immediately a fan of fanfictions, and soon I considered the idea of writing one of my own. I finished to read the five books of ASOIAF, then I started to write. The 13th day of February 2016, the first chapter of "A Shadow and a Wolf" was uploaded. On June 8th of the same year, my 23rd birthday, I uploaded the first chapter of "A Rose and a Lion". In the meantime, I also discovered a website called Smashwords, where another fanfiction author published her own original stories. That decided to write my own original stories.

In some way, Game of Thrones gave me back the desire to write. I'll never thank enough this friend at the university who first showed me scenes of the TV show, for without this, ASAAW would never have existed, nor its comrade ARAAL, and neither would I be writing a science fiction series and planning for more fanfictions and original books.

Game of Thrones changed my life, and I hope it will keep changing my life. GRRM still has two books to release, and HBO still has one season to show us. On my side, I still have two more fanfictions that happen in this wonderful world, one already started, another in project. I know GRRM disapproves that we write fanfictions about his work, but I would like to thank him nonetheless, for without him, I may never have started writing.

Again, I thank you all for reading this fanfiction that a poor guy spent more than two years of his life writing. I invite you to read my other fanfiction, "A Rose and a Lion", and those that will follow.

If you wish, you can also consult my personal page on Smashwords (see the end of my profile page on Fanfiction dot net), where you can discover who I really am, my projects and, when I start to publish, my original books. They will only be available in French first, but I will do my best to translate them as soon as possible.

For the last time, I ask you to leave your reviews and your impression on this story.

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