Chapter 2

Disclaimer: see previous chapter.

Once upon a time, there was a maiden named Sansa, and she was a Stark. Normally, this was not so bad, unless you were a Lannister or a Targaryen, but right now, the Stark maiden in question was peeved - you see, she got lonely. The rest of her, (the ones that survived all the previous events, anyhow), had moved on, again, without her, leaving her behind as the Queen of the North. That sounded very grand and all, but didn't come with an instruction manual, and after the mess that Robb had made back when he was alive and the King of the North, an instruction manual wasn't a bad thing.

...As Sansa mused, fiddling with her crown prototype, she heard music, of all the things. Figuring, that if she was going to be lonely now again, she might as well go for a walk and see where it was coming from, she went.

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... A brief walk later, and she found herself on the outskirts of the castle Stark, (yes, that's the wrong name, but we'll call it thus anyhow), surrounded by a small but growing crowd of the walking dead... who were ignoring her, focussing on Theon instead, who was the musician. He was playing an ivory flute of some sort and ignoring her.

Sansa was done with being ignored. "Theon!" She snapped. "We thought that you were dead!"

"I am!" Theon shot back. "I'm the new Night King, you know? See the crown?" He pointed to the piece in question that just did not fit with the rest of him. "I am collecting all the unwanted dead before going back North and all that!"

Sansa was done with being left behind. "Why?" She asked instead. "How?"

"I can explain that," someone else answered instead. Sansa looked there and saw a ghost. (There were not as many ghosts in Westeros as the walking dead and the like, but Sansa was done with caring). "I am his distant relative, Aeron. I was also the previous Night King-"

"Why?" Sansa repeated her previous questions. "How?"

"Killed the one before me, with a good old Ironborn great-ax-"

"Like this?" Sansa grabbed the weapon in question from one in the dead crowd and hit Theon right in the crown - by now she knew a magical artefact when she saw one. There was a burst of lightning, the ax-head disintegrated, the crown split into two and vaporized, Sansa fell unceremoniously on her ass, and Theon was alive once more.

"What do you know," commented the other Greyjoy man, who also was alive rather than undead now. "She really does love you - love is often stronger than death magic. You two should really get married and have it official!"

Sansa looked at Theon. Theon looked at Sansa. "I wouldn't mind," Sansa muttered. "You?"

"Ditto," Theon admitted. "Hey, can old Aeron have a place at the court or something?"

Sansa thought this over. "It's a risk, but half of the old North had betrayed us already and all. Are you in?" She asked Aeron as an afterthought.

"Sure! Can I be your witness at the sexton's?"

Sansa looked at Theon. Theon looked at Sansa. "Yes, because after the Boltons I am not big on godswood anyhow," Sansa made her decision and the trio went to the castle's resident sexton.

It was the beginning of something beautiful.

End.