And here's the epilogue!

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Enjoy this one last chapter...

Lyra

With slow and unsure steps, she walked to Jon Snow's quarters, her gloved hands trembling in her pockets. It had been several days since they'd last spoken to one another...well, yelled. She grimaced just thinking about their last encounter; it hadn't started out well, and it ended possibly even worse. Apart from awkwardly meeting each others' eyes a few times in the courtyard, they hadn't had any interactions. And- although she loathed to admit it- she missed their banter and their teasing. Most of all, she missed him.

She'd heard about the incident last night; hell, she even smelt the smoke all the way from her chambers. The entire Lord Commander's tower had been burnt down, thanks to a Wight attack. And thanks to Jon's damned bravery and honor and pure stupidity...

Shudders ran up and down her spine when she thought of the attack. Sure, she'd heard tales and legends about the Walkers and Wights when she was a girl, but she had never thought them to be more than another one of her brothers' failed attempts to frighten her.

Winter's coming, Lee. You're going to see a lot more than towers burning down. A lot worse than a burnt hand is going to happen.

Lyra had joined the other Night's Watch men in the courtyard as Jon and the Lord Commander came barreling out of the tower. Even from afar, she saw the blisters and burns on Jon's hand. He had tried very hard to cover his hand with his cloak, but the others noticed almost immediately. Within seconds, he was rushed to Maester Aemon to have his wounds dressed.

She couldn't even imagine how Jon and Mormont must have felt. She became queasy just seeing the dead bodies after the rangers brought them to Castle Black. Never did she think her brothers' horror stories would become real.

For some odd reason, as she raised her hand to knock on the door, the thought of Jonah Magos crossed her mind. Jonah, who was now dead, just like Jafer Flowers and Othor. She found it strange that she hadn't thought of him in awhile; she instantly felt guilty and remorseful. Had Jon replaced him? She shook her head as she waited for someone to answer the door.

No, she decided. No one could replace Jonah. Jonah, who had loved her, and died for her.

She heard shuffled steps approaching.

Would Jon Snow die for me?

That's not a fair question. Lyra shifted her weight from one foot to another as she waited to be let inside. Jon saw you as a little brother and then a bedwarmer...he never loved you. Not like Jonah did.

Samwell Tarly opened the door, his face contorted into a grimace. "Oh, hello, Elias," He attempted to sound cheery, but that hope was shot out the window with only one look at his frowning face.

"I'm not blind," She chastised, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. She licked her lips and lowered her voice. "I know something's wrong. How is he?"

"Nothing's wrong. Not really," The fat boy stammered, sweat gathering at his brow. Despite his nervous air, she knew he wasn't lying. "He's doing well. It's just pretty…gruesome," He swallowed visibly.

She smiled softly and leaned against the doorway. "Well, Sammy, you're gonna have to get used to it. Someone could come to you with their arm chopped right off and you'll have to deal with it," She let out a quiet chuckle at the horrified look on his face.

Tarly cleared his throat and composed himself. "I suppose you're here to see Jon…I'm just changing his bandages. You can come in, if you want. I'll leave you two after that," He led Lyra inside and sat back down next to Jon. He continued his earlier task and peeled off the soaked bandages. Lannister immediately felt ill after seeing what was under it; hideous, angry red gashes, blisters and burns. She sucked in a deep breath and focused on a spot on the floor.

"All done," Samwell declared a short while later. He stepped away from Jon and clapped him on his shoulder. "I'll leave you two alone," Lyra flicked her green eyes upward just as Sam closed the door behind him. An awkward silence settled over them. The tension in the room was so thick, she swore she could cut it with her dagger.

"What are you doing here?" Snow asked harshly, breaking the silence. He cradled his injured hand, his lips pursed. Lannister finally met his gaze, her heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears. She was certain he could hear it.

"I came to see how you were doing," She said lamely, running her fingers through her uneven hair. She made a mental note to dye it again in the morning. She rested her elbows on her knees and watched him with wide, tired eyes. "And to apologize. I can't believe I'm saying this, but, gods, Jon Snow, I miss you," She let out a humourless laugh and rubbed a hand over her face. The words seemed to tumble out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny their truth. "I miss talking to you, I miss seeing you smile and I miss hearing you laugh. I'm sorry, Jon," Tears burned in the corners of her eyes, but she would not cry. She would not…

Jon leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Her resolve completely crumpled and she found herself sobbing into his arms. She buried her face in the crook of her neck, mumbling half-hearted apologies for the tears. He said nothing; instead, he continued to soothingly stroke her hair, listening to her tearful excuses and trailed off sentences.

"I was so worried," She whispered, clutching onto his doublet as if her life depended on it. "Jon, if you'd died, I don't know-"

"Don't talk that way," Snow interrupted, his voice cracking. He nuzzled her cheek, his warm, sweet breath tickling the side of her face. "Please. You're strong, Lyra. You don't need me," She could only sniffle in response. She felt her heart leap into her throat, and her mouth was abnormally and irritatingly dry.

A small voice at the back of her mind brought a new wave of tears to her eyes. What would Jonah think?

He's dead. I can't do anything about that.

"Jon?" Her voice sounded foreign in her ears. He made a quiet noise in acknowledgement, his face still hidden in her messy hair. "T-the Wight…" She stammered, gnawing on her bottom lip. "More will be coming. I know it," She felt like she had just swallowed a ball of ice, the dreadful and cold sensation settling in the pit of her stomach. They've been asleep for a thousand years…they have to wake up some time or another…

The Stark bastard sighed deeply and pressed a kiss to her temple. He intertwined the fingers on his good hand with hers. "Winter is coming, Lyra Lannister."

Continued in Queen in the North...

So, my luvs, this is NOT the last you will see of Lyra and Jon! Their adventure shall continue in my other fanfiction, Queen in the North, which is up on my profile and already has several chapters up c:

So that poll from a few weeks ago DID come in handy! ehehe.

Thanks again for everything, you guys! Now go and check out Queen in the North! :D

Also, I have a silly story going on, but it'll be uploaded much less frequently; A Song of Glee and Show Choir. Modern-era Glee!AU Game of Thrones...pretty, weird, I know XD But go check it out if ya want!

Adieu, my friends! Until next time!