Hi! This is my first fic here and I hope you'll like it. Though a lot of people disliked Sansa's character, she's my favorite so this fic is a what if Sansa's a Targaryen scenario. And if you are one of those who doesn't like her and the idea of the fic, you are all free to press the back button, this is a mere fiction inspired by Game of Thrones if you don't approve of it I am not forcing you to read it, so please spare me hate comments. And to anyone willing to join my adventure, you are free to follow, favorite and leave reviews, I will be glad if you would.

As for the vocabulary, I would like to apologize for I am not a native speaker, I might not be able to perfect it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and this is my first fic in GOT, have fun!

Chapter 1

When Eddard Stark arrived in Starfall he was welcomed by the castle's steward, which didn't surprise him for the Lord of Starfall was just one of the many casualties of war. His wife, according to the kindly old man died during childbirth giving her life for the Lord's son, the future ruler of the place.

As he, the steward and his friend Howland Reed walked through the halls of the castle, he can't help but hiss in pain everytime sweat would pass through the wound he had on his neck. Oberyn Martell almost cut off his throat when he and Howland arrived in Sunspear bringing with them the remains of Princess Elia and her children.

If it wasn't for Doran and the head of the Martell guards, he should have been dead by now. While Doran remained civil and thanked him for returning the Princess home, the younger Martell didn't even bother to hide his disdain for him or more specifically for the Starks for what happened.

And if he didn't have any respect or pity for the brothers, he would have killed Oberyn when he called his sister Lyanna, a whore and blamed her for his sister's death. The later he won't deny. Lyanna was indeed a partial cause of this war and the many deaths involving it but his sister was never a whore.

A year has passed when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen crowned her as his Queen of Love and Beauty. And months after that, he felt his world crash when he heard that his sister was abducted by the Prince and his brother and father died under the hands of the Mad King.

The war then started, Jon Arryn called for his banners and joined him and Robert to seek justice. It ended when Robert killed Prince Rhaegar in the Battle of the Trident, with Tywin Lannister sacking King's Landing and Jaime Lannister running his golden sword through King Aerys' back.

He and Howland didn't stay longer in Sunspear, the two of them then journeyed towards Starfall. Prince Doran confided to him in private that Ashara Dayne might have knowledge where his sister.

The meeting will surely be awkward, he knew. He and Ashara have shared a mutual attraction for each other and he had planned to pursue her if not for the death of his brother. His brother's passing caused him to marry Brandon's betrothed and gain an army in exchange.

Catelyn, his now wife and the future mother of his children, was a nice and beautiful young woman. She wasn't as wild as Lyanna and as sultry as Ashara, she was of gentle nature but Ned knew that his wife was a strong and dutiful woman, a fit candidate for the role of Lady of Winterfell which was already destined to be hers, if his brother didn't pass away. However he felt nothing for her, only respect.

The old man led them towards a solar where they were instructed to wait. The Lady Ashara was said to be busy at the moment and will take care of them once she was done with whatever task she was doing.

The solar was surprisingly cool; it was small but rather cozy. The place has a balcony that overlooks the ocean and Ned can't stop but admire the beauty of the sea outside. As Winterfell was located in the center of the North, Ned grew up wanting to live in a place near the waters and all of his life he can only count in his fingers the number of times he was able to visit the sea.

He and Howland sat across each other on the small dining table inside of the room. His friend was surprisingly quiet and he noticed that the man seemed to be uneasy. Was it because of Lyanna?

Ned knew that his crannogman friend was attracted to his sister but Ned knew that Lyanna only liked Howland as a friend and nothing more. The girl doesn't want to be tied to anyone.

As the minutes pass by, the Lord of Winterfell can't help but feel anxious. What was taking long for Ashara to meet them? Was she angry that he married another? Was she trying to avoid him?

His mind relaxed a bit when the door of the solar finally opened and revealed a very attractive young woman with olive skin, dark hair and piercing purple eyes. Ashara gave him and Howland a nervous smile.

"Lord Stark, Lord Reed." She said coolly and nodded towards them before strutting inside the room.

She sat on the head of the table and primly placed her hands on top of it, her eyes downcast before she cleared her throat and looked at him worriedly, her gaze bothered him and he felt a prick of fear inside of him. Was it Lyanna?

"Prince Doran told me that you might have knowledge of my sister's whereabouts." He said in a voice that seemed not to belong to him.

Ashara nodded, "Aye, I know where your sister is Lord Stark." She answered and sighed. "But I don't know how I could tell you."

"I-is she fine?" It was Howland who asked the question that was already on the tip of Ned's tongue.

Ashara flinched and a flash of guilt and sadness came across her beautiful face. "I'm sorry."

No, not Lya…. Ned trembled. Ashara's words only mean one thing. Lyanna was dead. Dead like their brother and father. Dead like the many Northerners, Valemen, and Stormlanders that joined them in war. Dead, his beloved sister dead, leaving him and Benjen the only living Starks as of the moment, his and his brother's pack was now broken.

"H-how?" He rasped in a voice that almost sounded as a sob and whisper.

The young woman closed her eyes and sighed. "Childbirth. She died in the birthing bed."

"What?" He spoke in surprise.

"Lyanna died during childbirth, Ned. She died birthing Rhaegar Targaryen's third child." She answered hastily, her expression pained.

She and Lyanna grew close during the Tourney and Harrenhal so it wasn't surprising that the woman would be affected by his sister's death but as his mind process her words he can't help but be furious with the dead Prince. Did he take advantage of Lyanna? Or was it possible that he didn't abduct Lyanna but his sister willingly went with him? The questions bothered his mind but right now, as he learned that his sister had a child, he was more concerned with the welfare of his niece or nephew.

Robert will surely be furious if he'll learn that Prince Rhaegar still has another issue aside from the children that Tywin Lannister ordered to kill. He glanced at Howland whose face was filled with grief, pain and anger. Howland's fists were clenched tightly above the table and his shoulders were tensed, mirroring Ned's current actions.

"And the child?" Howland asked softly and Ashara's face fell again.

"Dead, dead like his mother."

Four Starks, four Starks died in this stupid war. Oh Lyanna, how could you be so naïve? He thought to himself as he grieved for the loss of his sister and nephew. He was already ready to raise the child as his own, claim him as his bastard, keep him away from Robert, love him and treat him as he would treat his own children. The child will be the only reminder of Lyanna to him but now, like the mother, the child was dead.

"I'm so sorry Ned…." Ashara said as she reached for his hand and squeezed it.

He knew that it wasn't proper but he let her do it anyway and let her hand linger longer than what was necessary.

"Where is she?" He finally questioned after a few minutes of silence.

"I had the Silent Sisters clean her and her child. Their bones are ready to be taken to Winterfell." Ashara answered and he nodded.

He thanked her and asked her if he could take him to his sister.

"There's something I would like to tell you first." She said. "It's a very important matter Ned."

"What is that?" He said curiously.

She ushered him and Howland to stand up and follow her, which they did.

They trotted behind her through the hallways of the castle filled with colourful tapestries and the Dayne banner hanging on the ceiling.

As they reached a specific room, his and Howland's brows furrowed as they heard a baby's cry from the other side of the door. Ashara stopped before it and faced them, her dark hair swinging as she turned around.

She took a deep breath before she spoke, "I know you are still grieving Ned and that you are angry with Prince Rhaegar and you have a lot of questions about the nature of his relationship with your sister, that I don't have the answers to but I want to know and be sure if I can trust you to keep a secret, and that includes you too, Lord Reed." She said as she glanced at Howland.

Howland like him was a discreet and solemn person, people may find him unusual for his crannogman descent but he was one of the most loyal and trusted person Ned knew. So he was positive that whatever Ashara wants to tell them, he and Howland could keep it.

"Aye, you have my word." He answered and Howland noted the same.

Ashara looked satisfied and faced the door, she gave it a knock and a muffled voice can be heard and the door opened, revealing a nursery.

The first thing that welcomed them was the floral scent of the baby powder and the bright colors of the nursery. There were paintings of animals, shapes and sceneries hanging on the walls of the room.

A woman who seemed to be a wet nurse was hovering on one of the two cribs inside and they can hear a baby's soft cooing. He wondered why Ashara brought him here.

He had never dishonoured her so it was impossible that she would claim that she had a child with him and she already admitted that Lyanna's child died with his mother so it confused him why he was inside of a babe's room.

However his thoughts stopped when he saw a tall figure, standing near the balcony, his blonde hair flowing because of the wind. Without his Kingsguard armour, he looked like a normal man but he knew that this man could gut a man easily like cutting bread with a knife. The only thing that gave away his identity was the Dayne's ancestral blade, Dawn, hanging on his side.

Ned knew that out of the seven knights of the Kingsguard, three were sent to guard his sister but Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Oswell Whent went back to King's Landing only to die during the sack. Ser Arthur Dayne's absence however surprised him. The knight was a man of his vows and was very honorable, even the Mad King's reputation didn't stain him at all, so he was puzzled why he didn't see the knight there.

"Arthur." Ashara called her brother's name and the knight turned.

His face crumpled as soon as he saw them and his hands immediately went to his sword.

"Ashara, what are they doing here?" He said as he moved towards the room, specifically before one of the cribs, he was on his protective stance and was ready to unsheathe Dawn any moment.

Ashara sighed, "Calm down Arthur, they are not sent by the usurper, they are here for Lyanna and her babe. Ned's going to take her back to Winterfell. He's not going to kill her." She said.

Ned flinched as Ashara called Robert "usurper", it didn't disturb him though and he can't blame Ashara's bitterness for his friend. She was close to Elia and he knew that even if it was Tywin's orders to kill Elia and the children, Robert will still be blamed for their deaths.

"For seven's sake, he is the usurper's friend Ashara!" Arthur growled angrily.

He and Howland were only silent observing the siblings, he had no idea what they are arguing about until a loud cry can be heard inside the room and it was the only time he noticed that the nursemaid already left them.

The cry came from the crib Arthur was standing over, and the shrill sound made the knight tense up and Ashara ran towards it, lifting the disturbed baby gently and started making cooing sounds to calm the restless child.

"Look at what you've done. You know babes are quiet delicate to noises and you woke her up, no wonder you entered the Kingsguard, you would have turned out to be a bad father." Ashara glared at her older brother and started rocking the babe on her hands.

Arthur ran his hands on his hair and huffed, "Sorry, but it wasn't I who brought the usurper's dogs here in the first place." The Knight said as he sneered at them.

Howland's hand was on the hilt of his sword and Ned shook his head towards his friend and turned to the two siblings.

"She looks like her mother." Ashara commented as her stare focused on the babe, her hand smoothing the wisps of reddish brown hair that almost shone like cooper on the baby's head.

There was sadness on the woman's voice that didn't escape him and him and Howland felt out of place. Ashara seemed to have forgotten that he was still here. Howland raised his eyebrow at him and nudged at Ashara.

They should be going by now, he badly wanted to return to Winterfell and he still needed to drop by King's Landing to inform Robert of Lyanna's death, his newly crowned friend, who was now the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms will need to know that he should give up his hopes of marrying his sister and making her his Queen.

To gain the siblings attention he cleared his throat and Ashara turned towards him, her face apologetic.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"Whose child is that Ashara?" He asked her and Ashara looked at Arthur, her purple eyes somewhat asking permission, before moving forward towards him and Howard making the baby more visible to the two of them.

"Ned, Lord Reed, meet Visenya Targaryen, the youngest, only living child and heir of Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen." She announced as the child opened her eyes and stared at them with dark indigo orbs that were the very same shade as the late Prince's eyes.

He and Howland gaped at her, dumbfounded by what they heard and not knowing what to do.

Catelyn was inside the nursery, she was sitting on a chair near the window holding a babe in her arms. Ned doesn't know which of the twins she was carrying right now but based on her grim expression, he then knew that it was Jon. There were unshed tears in her eyes and he felt sorry for what needs to be done.

Her current state made Ned recall what happened two months ago in Starfall.

Ashara was sitting near the window holding the baby in her arms; she was staring at the dark sky and was thinking deeply when Ned found her. He and Howland were still in shock of the revelation and Ashara grimly told them of the truth.

Princess Elia was pregnant when Prince Rhaegar left her and knowing that what her husband did could possibly end in war and that she and the babe won't be safe in the capitol, she hid her pregnancy by wearing high waist dresses and only hiring her trusted Dornish maids.

As the birth of her child neared, the Princess sent for Ashara to come in the capitol, they have managed to keep the Princess Visenya's birth a secret and Ashara immediately rode back to Starfall with the Princess in hand in case something bad happens.

Princess Elia was right and since she wasn't able to send her oldest daughter and son away, the two died in the Sack along with their mother, leaving the youngest girl as the remaining heir to Rhaegar Targaryen.

"Ned." Ashara greeted as he saw her.

He reluctantly smiled and peered over the peacefully sleeping child on the woman's arms. Ashara seemed to be natural to the babe and Ned wondered what would have happened had Brandon lived and married Catelyn, but he hastily shook the thoughts from his mind, he was betraying Catelyn just by thinking of Ashara.

He and Howland decided to stay for the night after what they learned; both of them were weary and tired of everything that has happened; from discovering Lyanna and her child's deaths and meeting the remaining child of Rhaegar Targaryen.

"Why did you tell me about the babe, Ashara?" He questioned as he sat across of her.

It made him ponder why Ashara would do such thing, she knew that he was Robert's friend but knowing of his honor, she must have already thought that he won't hurt the babe.

Ashara sighed, "I'm leaving Westeros, Ned." She answered briefly.

He was surprised, "Why, why would leave here?

"You know why." She sadly rasped and Ned felt his heart being squeezed. "I have fallen in love with you Ned Stark; I was already waiting for you to ask for my hand in marriage. I waited but the war happened and now you are married to another woman. I cannot bear it. It hurts and I wanted to go away to forget."

There were unshed tears in her eyes and Ned wanted to reach for her, to comfort her but he knew that he must not. He cared for her and would have fallen in love with her if not for what happened.

"I'm so sorry Ashara."

"Don't be. We didn't want and expected it to happen. Right now, the babe is important. Robert Baratheon cannot know about her existence Ned. He will kill her if he knows."

He nodded, "On my honour as a Stark, I promise you that a word won't reach Robert and that I and Howland will keep this secret up to our graves." He said seriously.

"Do you want to hold her?" She then asked and Ned was surprised.

"I don't…"

Ashara laughed, "Of course, I was being silly. Your wife is pregnant and you'll be holding another person's babe before you even hold yours. How stupid of me."

Ned shook his head, "You were never stupid. I've always thought you were an intelligent and brilliant young lady."

Ashara sighed and kissed the babe's forehead, "She's a sweet and gentle child. I think she's going to grow up as a proper lady and as beautiful as her mother. Too bad she'll never get to meet Elia. People always said that Rhaenys looked like Elia but they were wrong, Visenya looked more like her mother. I remember Elia having cooper hair when she was young. It gradually turned dark brown when she grew up; I hope the babe's hair stay as it is."

Ned felt a pang of guilt in his chest, if he just arrived earlier than Tywin, Princess Elia shouldn't have died. But he was already late, too late.

"I loved her you know? She was the sister I've always wanted to have and we were very close. I promised her that I will protect her children. Arthur too. He was fostered in Sunspear when he was young and was friends with the Martell before I entered the picture."

"Why didn't you bring her to the Martells?" He then asked as Ashara brought the Martells into the picture.

"Oberyn and Doran are angry with what happened, especially Oberyn, he had loved Elia more than anything in this world and he was distraught when he learned the news of her death that he vowed to avenge her and the children. If they knew that Elia has another child and I brought her there, I am afraid that they will plant hatred in the child's heart as she grows up and will loathe the world for what has happened to her. I want her to have a normal life and if possible shield her from the truth. But I realized I cannot do it, I cannot protect her by my own. And I can't bring her with me if I'll go, it's too dangerous."

"I shall take her with me, bring her to the North and keep her away from Robert." He spoke before he could even think and Ashara looked at him quizzically.

"You are a very good man, Ned. Catelyn Tully is lucky to be married to you."

He clenched his fists as the memory stopped.

"My lady." He then said to catch the attention of his wife.

Catelyn turned and smiled at him, it was a sad smile that crushed his heart.

"He looks just like you, dark hair and grey eyes. A Stark, my little pup, the opposite of Robb who got my colouring." Catelyn said as she held Jon in her arms.

"I'm so sorry." He said as he kneeled in front of her.

Catelyn shook her head, "Don't be my lord; it isn't your fault nor the babe's. She is nothing but an innocent child and even if Robert's my friend, I will lie to him to protect her."

He smiled, he was thankful that he had an understanding wife but he knew that deep down the two of them are hurt because they'll be sacrificing their second born child to keep Visenya Targaryen with them.

"What did Maester Luwin say?" She then asked and without even speaking of what she meant, Ned already knew.

Everyone knew that Ned Stark brought a bastard from the war but only a few was aware of the child's colouring, with her cooper hair, dark indigo eyes that were almost blue and her pale skin, it was hard to pass her as his bastard.

And to cover the situation so that no one will learn, it was Maester Luwin who suggested that they exchange one of his children to her and call the child his bastard instead of her, that way it won't be obvious to anyone that he wasn't the one who sired her.

The gods seemed to be by their side as one of the twins that Catelyn carried had a Stark colouring while the other had Tully's. Catelyn was upset at first not wanting to give up Jon but later changed her mind as she pitied the Targaryen child. Jon, their trueborn son, will be named as a bastard but the two of them promised that they will try to be good parents to him and show him love, and that one day they will tell him the truth.

The dark indigo orbs of the child's eyes worried them but Maester Luwin offered them a solution a thing that could possibly help their plight.

"He confirmed that it could be possible, the sorrowful man had used the same potions to change their eye colors to disguise their identities but he wasn't sure if he could get the right formula. The experiment could be dangerous and if he fails, the liquid might blind the child."

Catelyn sighed, "Let's hope that Maester Luwin will perfect it. She's a beautiful babe, my lord. Do you already have a suitable name for her yet?"

Ned smiled and reached for his son and cradled him in his arms, they needed a Northern name for her, a strong one.

He knew that with what they did, Princess Visenya and Jon's fates were now tangled with one another. As he thought of a possible name, his mind went to the Stark genealogy. He remembered having an ancestor named Jonnel Stark, he had taken his niece as wife and the woman's name was Sansa.

He looked at his wife and smiled, "Sansa. Her name will be Sansa."

Yay, that's a wrap! What do you think of it? :)