Here we go then, the epilogue of As High as Honour. It's been an absolute joy to write this story, through the hard times of exams and the breaks due to cyberbullying all the way to the utter joys of writing scenes I absolutely adore. I hope you enjoy this one too. If you have any questions regarding anything I'd ask you to PM me instead of review, for obvious reasons.

For the last time, I own nothing other than Roland Arryn and his family, everything else belongs to either HBO or George R R Martin.

Shireen and Selyse had arrived in the capital, and finally things in the city were beginning to look as normal as King's Landing could look. Stannis looked out of his balcony towards the city, taking in the morning sun. He was interrupted as Pycelle knocked on the door and entered slowly.

"Your Grace." Pycelle wheezed. "A raven, from the Eyrie."

This interested Stannis, as the last news from the Eyrie had told them that Lord Roland had foolishly expected Littlefinger to negotiate and had gotten himself captured ready to stand trial. Ripping open the seal, he sighed in relief as he read that Littlefinger had been executed for numerous crimes, and Lysa was separated from her son. Roland had also requested that Robin Stone be legitimised as Robin Baelish and given the Lordship to Midlor Point after he had come of age. Thinking about it, he agreed on the condition that Roland would return to King's Landing in a year to see to his duties as Master of Laws.

That meant that all of the Kingdoms on the mainland were at peace and had bent the knee to Stannis. The Martells and Lannisters had done so reluctantly, and the Tyrells only due to hostages being taken, but the continent was safe and secure once more. All that remained to be dealt with were the Ironborn, but Autumn had fallen over Westeros, and Stannis was loathe to send an entire fleet over to deal with the Iron Islands when Winter could strike at any time.

"Grand Maester, send a raven back to the Eyrie with a letter of legitimisation for Robin Baelish." Stannis commanded. "And send one to Winterfell, I want an update on the Ironborn invasion. I know they abandoned Moat Cailin after the Greyjoy boy died, but they still held Deepwood Motte last I heard."

"At once, Your Grace." Pycelle bowed. "It is also almost time to hold court, I believe you have almost one hundred petitioners today Your Grace."

Stannis nodded grimly. Turning back and finishing a piece of fruit he had been given for breakfast before making his way down to the Throne Room. Ser Davos was to his side, and after a brief greeting, he sunk down into the uncomfortable iron chair and nodded for the doors to be opened.

Robb decided, he never wanted to leave the North again. War had been the making of him, he knew, but the peace and tranquillity of his home left him truly happy for the first time in two years. He had missed Alyssa, their first night together after so long leaving them both breathless and sweating in a way he doubted the North had ever seen.

He was slowly becoming a good father to little Lyra, taking time out of every day to make sure he sat and played with his daughter. Cat had told him that Ned would try and spend as much time with each of his children as possible while they couldn't really retain detailed memories, so keeping with tradition Robb did the same.

Cat was in her element too. No longer did she have to worry about the household or running Winterfell, as Alyssa had done a stellar job of that since they'd been away, so all her time was spent with her younger children, helping Sansa come through the horrors she faced in King's Landing, despairing over Arya's training with the sword and reconnecting with the two younger boys.

Alyssa retreated into herself after news of Artys' death came through, but after a month she seemed to be improving, still performing her duties to Winterfell as exceptionally as ever, and using Lyra and Robb as her light in the world. He found himself in her chambers writing out letters more than in his solar.

He was there one such morning, before the castle awoke writing out a letter for Maege Mormont, requesting that Dacey be brought to Winterfell to act as Arya's training mentor when a serving girl burst into the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" He whispered angrily, nodding towards a still sleeping Alyssa.

"I'm so sorry My Lord, but it's your brother, Lord Brandon." She whispered agitatedly.

Robb rose and quickly ushered the girl out the room, letting her lead him to his chambers. "What's happened?"

"I went to change his wash basin as I do every morning while he sleeps, and his door was open. I thought it strange, but even stranger when I saw his bed empty." The girl rushed.

Robb looked worried. "Well, he'll be in the Godswood surely."

"I thought that too My Lord." She insisted. "But I checked there and nothing. What's more, the Reed children have gone too!"

Robb cursed. Jojen and Meera Reed had arrived a few days before his party had, and when they had requested an audience with him, spouted tales of nonsense about Bran being needed North of the Wall. He shut them down immediately, telling them a crippled boy couldn't go North, and that even though they were welcome as long as required, no more would be said about this.

Robb thanked the girl, and immediately set the household guard, now led by Ser Jon Snow to search everywhere for his brother. That turned out fruitless, so he had 200 men set out in different directions of Winterfell, hoping to find the three of them and Hodor, who was also missing. Robb stood on the battlements of Winterfell watching the men disperse, worried sick for his little brother.

A raven also arrived at the stronghold of Casterly Rock from the Wall. In return for a fair repayment rate, Jaime had been allowed to take the Black, a punishment for all his crimes it was said. Tyrion scoffed when he heard, Jaime's punishment would be life now that Cersei was gone. He vowed to send men to the Wall on a regular basis, he had seen the state of the Wall and knew he couldn't leave his brother up there with men like those that guarded it.

A servant entered his rooms, and told them that a ship bearing Dornish colours was entering the harbour. He gathered a small force of guards and made his way down.

He was so relieved when he saw the blonde hair of Myrcella walking off of the ship, but was concerned when he saw tears in her eyes. She tried to hide them though when Tyrion greeted her.

"Lord Tyrion." She curtseyed.

"Princess Myrcella." He smiled, hugging the girl and using her old title. "I'm so relieved to see you unharmed."

"Can we go, please." She whispered. "Those men, they were cruel."

"They didn't hurt you?" Tyrion asked, growling.

"They called me whore, and child of incest, and all manner of horrid things." She cried. He caressed her hair, while glaring daggers at the laughing Dornishmen. Letting his niece go, he handed her over to his Aunt Genna, while he turned towards his cousin Daven Lannister, new commander of the Lannister armies.

"Burn that ship to the ground, nobody leaves it alive." He growled.

"My Lord, they gave back the Princess." Daven argued.

"They also ridiculed her, and insulted our house. Our hold on the Westerlands is tenuous at best. Send a message to those that would insult us, slaughter them all." Tyrion told him. Daven nodded, and organised his troops. Tyrion walked back up to the Rock listening to the sound of steel and screaming Dornishmen, and smiled for the first time since King's Landing had fallen.

Kraznys was burnt, the Masters had been slaughtered and Daenerys Targaryen had her army. For the first time in her life, she felt like no man could stop her. After organising the Unsullied and having them all ready to leave the god forsaken city, she noticed a young former slave girl cowering in an alleyway. She took her water pouch and walked over to the girl, offering her a drink. The girl gratefully drank from it, and thanked Dany. Smiling, Dany returned to her horse and prepared to mount, only to be interrupted by Ser Barristan.

"It's a long march to Pentos Your Grace, have we enough provisions?" He asked.

Dany looked up at him. "Not for such a long journey, but we aren't going that far Ser."

"We aren't?" Ser Barristan asked.

"News of Westeros is often hard to come by this far east, but the Astapori have their own spies." She told her sworn sword. "Stannis Baratheon, the usurpers brother, has taken the throne and united Westeros. 8,000 men are not enough to take back a unified Westeros."

"No, Your Grace." Barristan admitted.

"I need to bide my time, and my Unsullied need battle hardening." She explained. "Astapor isn't the only city in Slaver's Bay."

Barristan smiled. "I presume we're heading North then?"

"Yes." Dany said, mounting her horse and gripping the slave whip that was now useless. "We travel to Yunkai."

The stone carving that marked the top of Artys' sarcophagus was haunting. The boy's body had been gathered from the bottom of the mountain, but Roland hadn't seen it, fearing the sight of it. Artys had been given a funeral in the Eyrie, where most of the Lords of the Vale had been buried. Roland had wanted his son buried in the Mountain of the Graces as it was now called, but his advisors had advised against it, stating it was only for the Lords of the Vale.

The news of Alyssa birthing a daughter was welcome, and it gave Ilene some happiness, though she was still barely speaking. Teora was bad too, always angry at the world. Roland couldn't bear it in the Eyrie at times, so often made the pilgrimage to see the tomb of his Father.

"Would that you were still here My Lord so as to guide me. I know not of what to do." Roland said, speaking to the tomb. "How do you go on when your own child is murdered before your eyes."

He was met with the wind howling throughout the mountain, and sighed. Laying a hand on the chest of his Father's carving, he turned away, to head back to the Eyrie.

Almost as soon as he got back, word arrived from the Bloody Gate that Lady Margaery had arrived with twenty Reachmen, and was heading towards the Eyrie. Organising his household, he stood with Ilene and Denys waiting at the land bridge, and he could tell the latter was eagerly awaiting the sign of his wife. Roland watched him amusedly.

"She'll be here soon." He said.

"Not soon enough." Denys told him. They fell into a smiling silence, when as Roland predicted, they soon saw in the far distance a band of horses wind round the thin road that led to the Eyrie. It seemed to take an age, but they dismounted at the stables before the bridge, and Roland noticed the beauty that must have been Lady Margaery, flanked by two handmaidens and a number of guards. Margaery Tyrell walked straight for Roland in the middle of the Arryn party, obviously trying to make an impression with her rich blue dress, detailed with silver roses. Arryn colours, but the Tyrell sigil still plain to see.

"Lady Margaery. Welcome to the Eyrie." Roland said politely. "A delight to see you again."

"Lord Roland." She curtseyed.

"May I introduce my wife, Lady Ilene, and my daughter, Teora." Roland said, gesturing to the women on his left.

"A pleasure My Ladies." Margaery smiled sweetly, before grasping Ilene's hands. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

"You're very kind." Ilene said softly.

She finally greeted Denys, curtseying before him. "My Lord."

"None of that, I thought we had decided on our first names." Denys grinned. "I have missed you."

"And I you." Margaery smiled.

"Let us get inside, cold winds are rising and we should get you settled as soon as we can." Roland told them. "Your men can report to my goodbrother Ser Donnel, the new Captain of the Guards, he will set them to duties." Roland had decided that his wife needed some familial comforts after Artys, and Ser Donnel was only the second son, so was the perfect choice for him.

"Of course." Margaery smiled. "They are very dutiful."

"And your Handmaidens can report to Lady Ilene, she will see them to their chambers." Roland said.

"Of course, Mira, Sera." Margaery told her two handmaidens, who nodded their approval.

Denys began leading Margaery inside, and Roland was glad to see them holding hands as they went. Placing his arm round his daughter he led her inside to a brand new beginning for House Arryn.

I felt that a good place to finish. Each character has something to look forward to rather than everything being completed, which I feel is a better ending. It also gives me a chance to delve back into the world of Roland Arryn if I should need to.

I'd like to thank every single reviewer, follower and favouriter. Without any of you this fic wouldn't be the same, you gave me the drive to write. I'm thanking both the positive and negative here, both parties have had some form of impact.

Special thanks have to go to the number of multiple reviewers. You guys give me more motivation than you can know, and I always look forward to the email notifications from you. Extra special thanks to RHatch89 and Brandon of House Stark, who I believe have reviewed most, if not all, of my chapters on every story I've posted.

As for my plans for the future I think I'll have a bit of a break from posting. I want to complete the next part of Black Wolf Rises before I post an update for my next main story.

That, I can confirm, will be UNITED IN FURY, which received a whopping 41% of the votes from 102 separate people, almost double of what No Mercy received. I want to get ahead of that story though to make it as good as I can, so even though I'm not uploading I'm still writing!

That's it from me, thanks again for reading, and I shall see you all in the next one!

DannyBlack70

Reviews:

Vatsyayana69: They would follow them as long as a Lannister of the main branch lived. Tyrion is his father's son, he will not let this stand and he would come for any bannerman that didn't obey him.

Guest (Stupid Decisions): Because he's a diplomat. He thought that in his castle he would be safe and could defuse the situation properly, yet he underestimated Littlefinger. I killed Artys because this is Game of Thrones and people die, he was a hostage and his Father wasn't cooperating, so he dies. This is a Game of Thrones fic, meaning that people will be killed off. If you don't want to see that in your fics then go and read something like High School Musical or Glee, they won't have killings or murders in them.

Sparky She-Demon: I thought about killing Lysa, but even though she's mad and truly deserves it, she's still a Tully and that name means something.

Charles Ceaser: Sorry, but I felt this was a good end for this story. I may come back to Roland in the future, but for now this is it.

jean d'arc: I googled the worst ways of medieval execution, and while I preferred others, I felt that was a good one that wouldn't seem overly out of place in the Vale.

Fan: Robin is a child and Roland thought of him as a brother for so long, I think he feels that with the right training he can become a good Lord. As for Lysa, no, she's out for vengeance.

Guest (wedlock): It's Roland's way of making sure his former little brother is being looked after. He could give it to loyal bannerman for sure, but he feels responsible for Robin now.