5 Years Later....
Dany
Dany jolted awake her breathing unstable as her lungs screamed for air, her skin flustered and sweaty causing her nightgown and sheets to stick to her body. She sat up looking around her chambers which resided in the Redkeep, she felt Lyanna to her left. Soundlessly curled up on the bed her raven black locks surrounding her head on the pillow like a halo. She looked very much like her father the only exception were her violet eyes which were the only giveaway into her Targaryen heritage.
Dany settled next to her. Sitting up, back against the headboard as she ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, she closed her eyes. Images from her dream popped into her head, she had been reliving the day she found out about Jon's death, she had been so devastated, that she went out into the battlefield to search for his body but she found nothing. She would often lay awake dreaming of Jon, sometimes they would be happy memorize form there time together, other times they would be lucid images of Jon's dead corpse but in her dreams, he had blue eyes instead of his expressive grey ones.
She could picture his face clearly, his features permanently burned into her memory even after so many years without him and so many battles. She had defeated Cerci and taken back her throne, she had brought peace to the seven kingdoms and broken the wheel but none of seems worth it or satisfying. She couldn't help but think of the many people that they had lost on there way to peace.
Arya had gone west after the war in search of adventure, her friend Gendry joining her on her expedition, she hadn't seen them in over 3 years but Arya would often send letters about her adventure and always keeps Lyanna updated as Lyanna loves her aunt Arya probably more then she loves her aunt Sansa who resides in the north serving as wardeness of the north and Lady of Winterfell. Sansa had not taken a husband but she was still young and Daenerys wouldn't force her into anything she didn't want to do.
Tyrion had stayed in the capital to serve as her hand whilst his brother took Castley rock and the title that came along with that land. After the war against Cerci, he had bent the knee and been tried for his crimes, in the end, they agreed that he had repented for his crimes. Samwell Tarly had become Lord of Hornhill their house becoming the new wardens of the west after the extinction of house Tyrel at Cerci's hands.
They had rebuilt the wall and most of the north, rebranding the Night's watch and regaining it to its previous glory. They changed Castle black and called it the Snow tower in homage to the hero who brought the dawn and who protected the realm. Jon. She had seen to it that the right number of men was sent there to fill all the castle and that it had enough resources.
The wildlings had taken the gift for there home so they could live freely south of the wall but they were not to rape or pillage farmers and would be given officiant resources even becoming one of the Stark's bannermen. The wildling reminded her of the Dothraki when it came to there traditions and their way of life but one was from the deserts of the Dothraki sea and the other from the unforgiving north.
Dany continued to brush her fingers through her daughter's hair until morning came, the sun shining through the window causing Lyanna to stir, it would be her fifth name day soon and that meant it had nearly been five years since the Night King was destroyed and that Jon had died. "Momma" She heard Lyanna sleepy voice whisper as she looked up at her through those violet eyes of hers.
"Yes, my sweetling," Dany asked kissing Lyanna forehead causing her to giggle. She saw Lyanna face go serious and it made Daenerys swallow in anticipation. She knitted her eyebrows together and cupped Lyanna cheek facing her head so she could look at her. "What is is, Lyanna?" She asked softly, she was worried and she could see Lyanna begin to brood, just like her father Dany thought.
"I had a dream, It was about a man who had the same hair as mine but shorter and he had grey eyes and a beard. He told me to look after you and that he loved me. Was he dadda?" Dany wanted to cry, she knew that he was watching over them even though he was not with them she could feel it.
"Yes, it was." Lyanna smiled and cuddle her mother burying her head in her chest. Dany ran her finger through her hair as a single tear slipped out of her eye, she could feel the tightening in her chest again an old wombed long forgotten reopening. She hugged her daughter tighter basking in the warmth of her. "I love you and so does your Dadda," She whispered as she continued to hug her.
No-one
He jolted awake his lungs burning at the sensation of air filling them, his throat was dry and lips chapped. He sat up his bear back lifting form the cold stone of the floor, there was darkness everywhere. He looked down to see he was naked and looked to where the Night King had stabbed him, it was covered in herbed ointment and seemed to be healing. His eyes widened and he began to panic at the realization that he had died again and now he was back again. A hand brought him back, the hand was small and rough on his chest but calmed him and he began to slowly lean back as the hand eased Jon backwards.
"Who are you?" He asked his voice hoarse from lack of use. He looked at the hand and saw it was green and covered in a leaf is was small, similar to that of a child. He followed the hand to the face of the person and saw sharply pointed ears and unusual green face, green eyes. Leaves were covering the small creature and Jon's brain slowly came to the realization of what the creatures were. "Your a child of the forest." he gasped, he had thought that the children of the forest were nothing but fairy tales but he should believe as much as any other that anything is possible.
"Yes, Jon Snow. But you need to rest, you died remember." She said, Jon knew he died but didn't know how he was back again, he didn't know if he even wanted to be back. He didn't feel the same though he felt like something was different like there is less of him. He knew he still loved his family and Daenerys but couldn't help but think they were better off without him, there was a part of him that felt that they most likely think he is dead and that would be easier for them to handle as he didn't know how much he had changed. "You died and we brought you back here and we healed you, you stopped the Night King but he will not be the last enemy. You need to be ready and I think you know that means of you, you have seen what you have to do." The child said, he knew what she meant.
(Dream end)
His eyes slowly opened, he was greeted by the darkness of his room. The stone walls and stone floors reminding him of who he was and where he was. The room was too warm for him and he had kicked off covers in the night deciding to sleep without them which happened most nights, him having been a northerner made it hard for him to get used to the climates of Braavos but he tried anyway sporting fewer layers of clothes and a long beard which made Tormounds look short. He swung his legs over the side of the small uncomfortable bed. His bare feet touch the concrete floor, he welcomed the coldness.
He sighed and got up from his bed, stretching his tired limbs and walking over to the washbasin on the other side of his room. His room was not big but it was comfortable for one man, reminding of Jon Snows childhood chambers at Winterfell. He washed the sweat that had begun to seep through his skin and pulled his hair back from his face tieing it back in a similar fashion to the honourable Eddard Stark, his hair fell past his shoulders and was wild and curly from lack of attention but he didn't need to clean himself up, he was No-one.
He had been no-one since the day he died at the hands of the Night King but became many when he became a faceless assassin at the house of black and white. There was no honourable Jon Snow left, there was just emptiness made bigger by his lack of contact with his family but he could not see them, they were better off without him. He realized that the day he was brought, he realized he had fulfilled his purpose and would only hold them back if he stayed.
No one dressed in a robe and sandals and walked down the hollow walls of the house of black and white noticing people as they walked passed but his face plain and stoic from lack of emotion. He watched a man sit at the well, his eyes closed and his hands clasped together as if he was praying, he didn't see the point in praying anymore. No one walked over to the man, kneeled down next to him so he was eye level with the man. "Valar morghulis" No one greeted the man, the man looked at him, his eyes sad and full of devastation he reminded him of himself, of Jon Snow.
"Valar dohaeris" He replied his head bowing in respect, "I want to pay the price to the many faced god so he can take the name that plagues my mind" No one knew what is meant and nodded. He had seen time and time again people come in to pay the price but some didn't realize how steep a price it was, they did not take gold or money, they took much more precise things.
"Do you know the price that is to be paid?" The man nodded reassuring No one he knew what he was getting himself into. No one gestured for the man to follow him to the well that sat in the middle of the hall, its presence giving people an ominous feeling, and its greyness making it less than appetizing. He gestured for the man to kneel next to the well as No one picked up the bowl on the ledge dipping it in the well and filling it with its water. He then brought the bowl to the man's lips and the man hesitantly drank...
....
No one had been given a name, a name of a man at the dock's, his name was kealeen, he was a merchant and a thief, he would steel goods and sell them sometimes stealing from traders like the man who had come giving the name. No one didn't use a face this time as he had never left the confines of the house of black and white without a face before making him unrecognisable without one on, and he was much more comfortable without a face as he had come to realise there was a steep price for the kind of magic needed to change faces. He had trimmed his beard to make him look less barbaric, he wore a plain white cotton tunic and plain black breeches a sword at his hip, but the weight of the sword put No one off.
He made it to the docks and began walking around looking for the face to match the name, he brought an oyster to fit in with the rest of the crowd. The sound of people shouting and moving shipment helped drowned out anything he was doing, making it easier to move through the people. He noticed a man sitting on a ship and seemed to recognize who he was he felt he was the name to the face but decided against killing him then and there due to all of the people around.
No one waited in the docks until the people had begun to clear, he quietly followed Kealeen as he walked to an inn not far from the docks, he watched as candlelight washed over him in the top window of the inn, giving No one his location. No-one quietly climbed up to the window of the room next to Kealeen and climbed through, he could hear the subtle sound of breathing in the room. No one was light on his feet as he exited the room, not wanting to spook the person sleeping in the room, he went to Kaleen's room and waited until he heard him asleep.
Once Kaeleen had fallen asleep No one opened his door and walked into the room he saw the man sleeping soundlessly in the bed and walked towards it, his footsteps not making a sound. He was not going to stab him, he didn't want too much blood so No-one decided to break the man's neck. No one grabbed the man from the bed and covered the man's mouth with his hand whilst the man's head was held tightly in No one's arms. The man began to struggle but the sound's were muffled by No one's hand, No one quickly twisted the man's neck until it cracked and he felt his body go limp.
No one quietly carried the man back to bed leaving his room and the inn and making his way back to the house of black and white. No one did not feel guilt or sadness he just felt his heart grow even colder, and the memories of the people he loved fade slowly.