It was the last place I ever wanted to be in, but I went trough at a slow pace on my horse and I saw the carnage that was around me. Fires were on buildings of the capital, making it all look like ruins as I saw the dead bodies of the Gold Cloaks. It gave me both a sinking feel of guilt, and a feeling relief that was worst was over. I still had my bow and sheath over my shoulder, riding in on my horse with my dress flowing in the wind and my long hair in a messy braid down my back. Rickon was next to me, Shaggydog and Astrid beside us as we were following Brennon who lead our men into the field.

While we rode in, I could hear the voices of the past and feel the Southern Sun against my skin, since memories were coming into my head and showing me this place where I used to come to. I could still remember seeing the vendors, poor orphans and other low life urchins running back and forth on these streets and trying to find food. I felt as though I was in their shoes at one time, wandering if this life was worth living and if I was good enough to be in this world. But now it was all a mere dream, though some of the smells were still there. It now mostly smelted of fire and burning skin, along with blood and metal. This was what war was like, having me look at everything as we walked through Flea Bottom on our horses.

Brennon lead us up to the main area of King's Landing, where the rich wealth of the King of Westeros use to show in its decorations and walls, but now it looked such of a ruined fortress. It made me think of Winterfell, and how Winterfell looked like this at one time, all because of the South and their need of power. But now it was their turn to loose the power and to loose what they wanted all along.

As we walked through the area, I saw the men whom were fighting for us, all of them covered in sweat and some in blood, but none the less notorious as we rode on. They bowed to us as we went pass them, having me look at each of them and realize they were fighting for their lives, for our cause. A wave of responsibility was on my shoulders of these men, for they must of had families and children to look after, yet they joined our cause to have the North be strong again. It made me think of my own family: the Stark siblings, all at Winterfell who were faithful to us, and Gendry. In that moment I wanted to find him and make sure he was safe, having me press on with my horse and scan the area for him with my eyes.

"Where are the others?" Rickon asked aloud from next to me, apparently reading my face that was filled with worry.

"They are regrouping in the main hall where the Iron Throne is." Brennon explained as we stopped in a courtyard, having the three of us hop down from out horses as Brennon walked over to me personally, his head low so that Rickon would not hear, "They have Cersei alive. I was told coming in here from a scout that your husband and Uncle wish to have your permission with her fate."

"My permission." I repeated, both to make sure I was getting it right and to make sure this was no trick. They wanted me opinion? Her life, in my hands? It felt too much for me, since I just wanted her out of my life and away from me and my family. But then again she was too much of a risk to stay alive, and Gendry and Stannis must of seen that.

"Her fate is in your hands, Milday." Brennon said to me, having me watch him carefully with my Tully blue eyes, seeing him nod his head at me. I felt Rickon take my hand in his, making me look down st him and see him watch me as well.

"Let's find everyone." He said simply, having me see that he meant our siblings. I nodded my head, kissing him in his curls and the three of us walking towards the Main Hall. Everystep felt heavy for me, since I was about to face the woman whom wanted to kill me from the moment I was born. Three Brotherhood Without Banner men joined us, including Anguy whom walked next to me with his loaded bow in hand. He looked over at me, giving me a wink before look ahead. After that, two of the Baratheon army men joined with their swords drawn, then two Northerners, a couple of the Dorne men in their yellow coats and armor, and a couple more from the Great Houses in the North. Rickon and I were surrounded by men, all whom had weapons out and ready since we were about to face Cersei. It made me feel a bit safe, but not by much. I was still afraid of seeing her face, even with a army of men behind me,r easy to protect me.

Once we entered the main hall, I looked straight ahead. The lanterns were lit, having the hall look so weary from the aftermath of battle, in which I saw torn tapestries and banners soaked in blood. All of which showed Lannister loyalty, giving me the sign that they lost this fight for certain. But my sight was dead ahead, seeing the sea of faces that were fighting for me. I saw them all, staring in our direction as there was a cluster of Brotherwood Without Banners and Baratheon soldiers in the middle, as if hiding someone from my sight. But my eyes went to my siblings, all whom were there and waiting for me. Jon with Snow, Arya and Nymeria, Bran sitting in a chair that was given to him and Summer by his side, Sansa and Tyrion holding hands together, Jamie with Pod and Brienne, Thoros and Davvos, and of course Stannis with Gendry.

Koda was next to his master, pacing back and forth in front of him as if he too was waiting for a attack as we approached them. The men surrounding me fanned out, giving Rickon and I room to walk in with Astrid and Shaggydog next to us. Rickon rushed over to Sansa, whom hugged him with one arm and still holding onto Tyrion's hand tightly in a death grip. I was left with Astrid in front of him as Gendry walked over.

"Are you alright?" He asked me as he grabbed my hand when he was close enough, Koda following suit and nuzzling against Astrid in support. I grinned at him, the first time smiling in what seemed like hours.

"I should ask you the same." I countered, seeing that he was covered in sweat and grime from the fight, a bit out of breath and his armor shining in the light of the main hall. I scanned his face and skin, seeing if he was wounded and too stubborn to say so.

"I'm fine, Nora." He replied, then turning his head over to the mass of solders whom were hiding something, or someone from me. I looked as well, feeling myself clutch his hand tightly because we both knew, that in this moment, all that we went through together would come to a closing. The soldiers moved, having me see Cersei Lannister on her knees in front of me, two soldiers behind me with swords at her neck and he watching me. She looked so sinister from her spot, drilling me with her haunting eyes and her golden locks of hair framing her face. Her hands were shackled on her lap, showing me that she was not going to try anything on me at all. She was powerless now.

"I never thought I would see the day that the North would have the audacity to come into my halls and take what is rightfully my own." She said in a low tone to me, having me move away from Gendry and leave him, walking over to her a couple of steps and see her looking up at me with her cold, heartless eyes. I knew I was on the higher ground, yet she was trying to break me.

"You should be careful with what you say." I wanted her carefully, though she smiled at me to show that she was not phased by me, not yet really.

"What is your plan now, to kill me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, "You think I don't have any allies left that would avenge what you have done here?"

"Allies?" I asked in a low tone, seeing her smile falter slightly, "You allies turned against you as soon as they saw your true nature: deceitful and hateful. I would be more worried about the stain that you left on your house than of your honor, or lack thereof."

"My stain is nothing compared to the stain my siblings left on it when they decided to leave their House and betray it." She spat back at me. Having me look over at both Jamie and Tyrion. They both showed no remorse for what they did to her, but I saw the pain in Jamie's eyes. They had a connection, that much us certain, but it was long lost now. She looked back at me then, her eyes going to my stomach and have me see that she realized…a small sneer was on her face from what she saw.

"You carry children…" She trailed off, having me feel Gendry press me closer to him and wrap one arm around me from behind in a protective hold.

"Heirs, such a dismay for you." I replied back in a cool tone, knowing that she was making her feel worse about her situation.

"And to think, your children will see you, as a murderer." Her words stung me, having me try not to show it but they did. I wished it was no so, but she was right. Would my children see me like that? This was her trick on me, to get me to feel guilt and shame. I only watched her, thinking of someone else on her mind that I could bring up.

"And what of your son, Tommen Lannister?" I asked her in a low tone, seeing her now look at me with fear. With the mention of her child, I knew she would bend and give from being so stubborn and set in her ways. If there I was one thing I learned about Cersei, she was a true mother, no matter how mad she was to the rest of the world, "I don't think it would be right for your only son to see you as a murderer, don't you?"

"If you kill him…even lay a finger on him…' She started to warn.

"You'll what? Kill me?" I asked her in a shrug, having me see her go silent again as I went on, "You've tried to kill me before, and look where it has you: on your knees at the mercy of a mere child. What power you must have now" I could tell from where she was, she wanted to rip off the shackles and choke me to death.

"My son, the rightful King, will not stand for this." She growled at me then, having me then see Stannis walk over to stand near me and watch her with his own eyes.

"Tommen is not going to be harmed, but stripped on the rights of King since he is not a legit heir, though you have known this for years." He explained, having me see her tremble on her knees, "I will make sure, however, that he lives a long life away from here."

"And where would you take him then?" Cersei asked in a amused tone, though I can still she was suffering with no idea the fact of her only son now.

"With me." We all turned to see whom spoke, having me watch as it was none other than Maegary Tyrell and her husband, Tommen Lannister walking into the Main Hall, hand in hand and looking straight at Cersei. I saw Tommen, who used to be the King, but now he looked like a mere boy. I saw no remorse on his face, nor pain or even anger. It was as if he had nothing to do with the fight, like he had no say so. There was no crown on his head, which had me assume that he took it off in a sign of surrender. They walked up to her, Gendry ushering me to the side to give them room as they looked down on the retired Queen Regiment.

"Tommen." Cersei gasped, a broken sob escaped her perfect lips as her son only looked down on her with a hard stare.

"I was blinded by you, mother." He merely said, his childlike voice was small yet powerful as his words stung her like fire to skin. Tears were now in her eyes as she shook her head in defense, "What you have done is beyond repair to me."

"Please, Tommen…my son." She begged, having me see Maegary clutch his hand tighter and watch her husband.

"You have no right to call me son, not anymore." He barked at her, having me too take a step back from the sheer tone in his voice against his mother, whom shook in her spot and was not petrified, "I was too naive to think that you would help me lead Westeros, when you were giving me lies after lies. I know the truth, all that you have done. Now I know I don't deserve the crown, it is no longer my own." That last phrase, I knew for certain, killed Cersei from the inside out. Her own son denied the crown, something she fought to keep and protect for years as I saw more tears from her eyes again, drinking in all that was happening to her.

"I'm taking him with me to the High Gardens." Maergary Tyrell informed her, scooting closer to her husband though she too was keeping a stern look on her own face. Cersei eyes her in sheer anger, moving slightly on her knees and then freezing when she felt a sword jab her in the back from moving only a bit.

"You whore." She growled.

"Enough." Tommen yelled her, seeing Cersei eye him again with fear in her eyes, "I'm going with her to live a life away from here, this place was never a home to begin with. I give the crown to Stannis Baratheon, the rightful heir to the throne. And from him the crown will pass to my cousin Shireen Baratheon when it is her time to rule over Westeros." Tommen announced, having me feel that it was all now set in stone. What we all wanted, what we fought for, was finally in place and made possible. Cersei was defeated and no longer filled with power, she was useless according to her son. Tommen then looked over at me, his face no longer hard and stern, but soft and kind as he watched me from his spot.

"If I would have known what she was doing in order to have you and your family killed, I would of prevented it. Please believe me." He asked of me, having me see in his eyes the pure innocence that he has had since he was very young. Compared to his deceased older brother, and his mother, he was pure and kind. I never saw him as a threat, as did anyone else in Westeros. He was too good, too pure, to be someone who was so evil as his mother.

"I do, Tommen." I said back, seeing him nod his head at me once before looking back at Cersei, whom was still shaking at the very thought of her son breaking her heart to pieces, of him disowning her and punishing her.

"I leave her fate in your hands, Nora Stark Baratheon." He said aloud, his tone was of a sword cutting through skin as he then turned his back, his wife in hand and they walked away from us. I watched Cersei, seeing that every step he took away from her was a harder and harder stab in her heart. She was sobbing now, looking at her son who disowned her.

"TOMMEN!" She shrieked, her voice ringing in the main hall as he walked out of the room, all of us not moving for a moment or two before they all looked to me. Her life was in the balance of my hands, if I wanted her to live, or to die. Part of me wanted to kill her, make her pay for all she had done for me and my family. She not only brought us fear and pain, but she killed both my father, brother and mother.

Although, another part of me wanted her to be spared. I was not going to be a killer, I never wanted to be. The plenty of times that I had to kill in order to spar my family, was this not the same? My heart was telling me, along with the distant voices of my father and mother in my mere memory, that this was wrong and this was not how I should do this.

"I, Nora Stark Baratheon, sentence you, Cersei Lannister Baratheon, to death for not only the murder of my parents and brother, but the murder of countless citizens of the North, taking the crown that is not rightfully hers in bloodline, and for the attempted murder on my life." I said in a calm tone, having me feel as though I did then seal her fate. It was done, and I then saw Jon Snow take out his sword and hold it in his hand, ready to finish the job and put a end to her life.

"Come on, Nora." Gendry whispered into my ear, having me feel the both of us turning on our heels away from the sight of Cersei and walk away from her, man with us and on guard as we left the main hall. All that I was fighting for, had come to a end and was left behind within a few words I gave her. I had realized, that coming here once as a dressmaker with no power to my name, I was now leaving the same place with a husband, pregnant with two children as heirs, and a powerful name in Westeros. I left King's Landing with the power of killing off the former Queen Regiment, having me hear the sword go through her neck before leaving the main hall for certain.

For once in my life, I felt safe.

As I stood along the cliffs of my fortress, looking out into the sea and feeling the wind kiss my face, I smiled in content as it reminded me of moments when I was a child, seeing the sea and wishing I would go out there and witness the rest of Westeros. How far I came since then, how much I have seen and witnessed. I held those memories, both good and bad, close to my heart and i never forgot.

After Cersei was executed, Stannis Baratheon took the Iron Throne for himself and made himself the new King, receiving a joyous celebration after the fall of the Lannister line on the throne. Since we all new of the truth of Cersei and her manipulations, we were all glad he took over with sternness, but grace and mercy as well. It seemed his hardened shell that I witness at first melted away as soon as he sat on the throne. He became a good and true King, brining back peace to both the South and the North.

Gendry and I decided to make our home at Dragonstone, much to my dismay since the place gave me haunting memories of being tied up and prisoned. Once we were there, Gendry and myself made improvements on the fortress and made it more grand than it once was, fit of a noble family and a noble name. It left Thedra Ascent with no one to rule it, in which it was my choice to give it to whom I was pleased with. I decided to give it to Rickon, since Bran was still in Winterfell in order to train to be the Hand of the King to Stannis until he finds a wife and bears a child, and Jon went back to the Wall as the ruling commander. Rickon became Lord Stark of Thedra Ascent a allied House with Winterfell once more which brought me more joy. The North was at peace again, and there seemed to be no more threat.

Tyrion and Jamie went back with Brienne of Tarth to her home, along with Pod as well. Sansa joined her husband there, the both of them making their own home and enjoying their life as husband and wife, in which I saw joy again on her face. Her nightmares of the South were long gone, and Tyrion would treat her well as my good brother. Arya went to Thedra Ascent to help Rickon in ruling the fortress, as well as having some of the Brotherhood Without Banners become soldiers for them both. A turn of the tide for them to say the least.

Brennon chose to stay with Gendry and I, becoming our Head Captain of the Guard and my own bodyguard. I wouldn't trust any else with my life than both Gendry and Brennon. It felt as though all was right in the world with me, having me feel that peace again. But then, after a couple of more moons and the increasingly vision of my growing belly, I knew it was time.

Time to give birth.

With Maester Connor there to help with the delivery of my two children, I went through the worst pain in my life. It was worst then being stabbed or hurt even, this was beyond pain. It was literally Seven Hells on my body as I screamed and writhed in pain in my bed, Gendry next to me and holding my hand throughout the night and day. I knew that this would be a risk, birthing twins brought more fears of death on my end and maybe the death of my children. But I knew I had to fight once more, fight for my children and their right to live in this world. I almost died from Cersei, but I would not die from this. It wasn't until I heard the cries of my first born, a piercing scream in the chambers and my breath lost me. I heard it.

I heard her.

She was placed in the maiden's arms within seconds after she was pulled out of my body by Maester Connor's arms. I saw her, bloodied and pink, and perfect. She was screaming her head off, but to me she sounded and looked so beautiful. I felt tears sting me, watching her in my handmaiden's arms, whom brought her over to me to see her. She was joy, such joy I couldn't voice it aloud so much.

"Come, child, you must fight once more." Maester Connor coaxed me, having me grit my teeth and close my eyes, thinking of my second child whom wanted to meet me just as much as I wanted to meet it. I pushed, using all I had left in my body and soul as a second cry was heard. it was smaller, meeker and gentler as I felt felt my strength leave me once more. Another handmaiden grabbed my second child from Master Connors, whom fixed me up from my childbirth and I just laid there, utterly spent and ready to just sleep. But not yet, not when I could see my second child.

My son.

My son and daughter, both of them were radiant and beautiful in their own right. I never thought I would ever smile so big before I saw them, knowing that they were alright and alive. Gendry was a mess, a utter mess as he saw our two babes and he held our daughter, whom grabbed his finger instantly and looked up at him. I was holding our son, whom just stared at me with his black hair and Tully eyes, a mixture of the both of us. When I saw Gendry look at our daughter, I saw the same look when he would look at me: pure love. He was in love with her, as well as our son. Our family, the four of us together and safe. We sent out ravens on the news of the birth of our children to the families all around the North, on the Island or Tarth, and or course to Kings Landing to my good Uncle.

"I want to name her Catelyn." I said aloud to Gendry as we both sat up in our bed that night, Gendry holding our daughter close as me my son. Gendry looked up at me, seeing him smile and nod his head at the approval.

"Catelyn Galia Baratheon." Gendry said aloud, as if it was natural for him to say the name off his tongue. He then peered over to our son, whom was asleep in my arms and content in his blanket.

"Robb." I looked at him in shock and amazement as he said that name, looking up at me and smiling as he held our daughter close to his chest. He wanted to name our son after my twin brother, having me only smile and feel a tear roll down my cheek from the sheer memory of my brother. His death was not in vain, and Gendry knew that. He reached out with his spare hand, moving the hair from my eyes and pushing the tear away.

"Robb Davvos Baratheon." I said to him, the both of us smiling as we named our children and gave them legacies for them to live by.

From then on, day by day, our moments with them were precious. They were well loved by the servants of Dragonstone, filling the fortress with joy and happiness as they grew. Koda and Astrid even grew attached to them, though Koda to Catelyn and Astrid to Robb. Gendry would have to go to Kings Landing every once in awhile to help Stannis with some work and give reports, but he was none the less a wonderful father to the twins. They loved them immensely, as well as I did. I loved watching them grow, becoming their own selves. Catelyn was adventurous and bold, a bit stubborn and hardheaded. Robb was more gentle and beyond kind, though they both were, and he was wanting to be just like his father: courageous and filled with hope.

When they were merely 2 years old, I was with child again, which made it harder for me to run around and play with them as they grew bigger and bigger by the day. It was hard for me, but they had each other and were attached by the hip to one another, protecting each other and helping each other. Gendry was beyond help with being with the children when I needed rest, having me wonder if I could even bear more children in the future with the toll it was giving me. But after many moons and another painful childbirth, it was worth it for the arrival of our second son.

William Eddard Baratheon.

And now, being in my twenties and still young in the eyes of my people, I could hear laughter behind me, the same laughter that I have grown to love for the past years. I smiled, turning around from the cliff and see my family walk over to me with big grin on their faces. Catelyn and Robb were now 7 years old, standing tall in their noble clothes and watching me, hand in hand. My daughter's hair falls past her shoulders and blowing in the wind, as my son's black locks in front of his Tully's eyes and his face like his fathers. It made my heart soar as they walked over to me, their father and brother behind them. William was now 4, his Tully hair and Baratheon eyes were bright in the cool weather sky as he clutched his father's hand in delight.

"We were looking for you mother!" Catelyn said aloud, running over and leaving her twin's side, picking up her dress with her hands in the process, "It's time for lessons!"

"Is it now?" I asked her in a playful tone, squatting down to me eye level at her, seeing her chew her bottom lip and nod her head, having me frame her face in my hands, having me see her father in her cheeks and nose.

"Have you been good to Brennon in your lessons?" I asked her as her brother joined her now in front of me,

"You should see her, mom! She's good, but not as good as me!" Robb said in a proud tone, having Catelyn shove him playfully.

"You're not as good as me!" She protested, and the both of them argued for a moment.

"Come now, enough arguing in front of your mother." Gendry said in his father tone, walking up to me as William wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I picked him up as I stood up again, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hi, mommy." William said in a giggle, having me smile and move his red hair away from his eyes as I felt Gendry wrap his arm around me.

"Let's go to lessons." I said aloud in a grin, having me see Catelyn and Robb run off in front of us. Gendry and I strolled, me holding William and Gendry looking over at me.

"Are you happy?" he asked me, having me smile at him. From all we went through to reach this point, to come to this time in our lives, it was all so simple for me. All of the pain I went through, the fears and kills, the times I thought I would die, or be betrayed, or be alone for the rest of my life, they were all there in my mind even in that moment. But it was when I would look at Gendry, see his blue eyes that I first saw when we first met in Flea Bottom, that I knew all was right in the world. I didn't need anything else but him, him and my three children. I nodded my head.

"I am."

The end.