Epilogue

Some years had passed since they have moved to Dragonstone, Jon mused as he looked at his wife. His wife had grown into quite the beautiful woman over the years.

There was a certain maturity to her now she had not had when he had met her. But he liked it.

'It's almost done.' Riley giddily said, as Daenerys, Missandei and a rather pregnant Damotra sat together mulling over the manuscript. Ghost snorted as Riley petted him on his head, closing his eyes as he started snoring in the Lady of Dragonstone's lap.

Riley had toyed with the idea of writing her story down, minus her arrival here, for a few years. With some help from her friends and Sam, it was finally coming into fruition.

Even Sansa and Arya had helped some, having offered some ideas seen through a true Northeners eyes. Though his sisters and the queen's entourage would never be friends, there was a mutual respect between all of them now which made it possible for them to work together.

Sansa was doing a fine job ruling the North as warden, of which Daenerys had admitted she would not have been able to do so well since Sansa really knew the North. Arya had finally ended up marrying Gendry, after some time of travelling.

Brienne and Tormund had shockingly also married, after she had had some time to mourn for Jaime, and already had a few kids running around. Riley had taken quite the liking to the Knight and her husband, and was always happy when they came to visit or when they went to Winterfell.

Damotra had fallen in love with a local Northsmen, who had followed her to Highgarden and eventually ended up marrying her. Their first child was on the way, a prospect the queen, Missandei and Riley were very excited about.

Their married life was very calm and happy, Jon continued musing. They often went flying with Viserion. They also very often visited the queen, Missandei and Damotra, or they came to Dragonstone. They also liked to spend hours and hours walking on the grounds of Dragonstone, be it on Viserion's cliff or the surrounding lands.

Ghost and Viserion had become good friends, no matter how unusual it may seem, often found in each other's company. Speaking of his wife's dragon, he shook his head knowingly as he heard three roars outside, happy as the three brothers were to be reunited once again.

Everything seemed right with the world, it seemed.

'What will you call it?' Jon asked joining his wife on the couch, as Riley took a sip from her glass of wine. She fell silent as she watched the merry fire crackling in the hearth, finally answering his question. 'I will call it An Evening Tale, because I hope it will be told around the world in the years and centuries to come.'

Daenerys smiled at her as Damotra hummed in agreement. Missandei gave her a warm smile, raising her glass in agreement as well. 'A fine title.'

They all fell into an agreeable silence, as Sam continued to write down everyone's suggestions.

Some time later, when the tale finally came out, it would be one of the most read and told stories in the years and centuries to come. Because it was after all a great story of a normal girl who, with some help of her friends and loved ones, did extraordinary things.

An Evening Tale, a story about the great battle for the Iron Throne and against the White Walkers as told by Riley Iceborn, rider of Viserion, Lady of Dragonstone, coslayer of the Night King.

Written by Samwell Tarly, with additional information from:

- Daenerys Stormborn, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Mother of Dragons and rider of Drogon

- Ser Jorah Mormont, husband to the queen and King Consort

- Missandei the Steadfast, confidante of the queen and wife to Greyworm, Master of War

- Damotra Hopeborn, rider of Rhaegal and Lady of Highgarden

- Jon Snow, former Night Commander and King in the North, husband to Lady Riley and Lord of Dragonstone

- Arya Stark, Lady of Storm's End and slayer of the Night King

- Sansa Stark, Warden of the North and Lady of Winterfell

- Lord Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the Queen

- Bran Stark, the Three Eyed Raven