Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…

Eddard Stark-29

Catelyn Tully Stark-28

Daenerys Targaryen-21

Robb Stark-15

Jon Targaryen Snow-14

Brandon Stark-12

Sansa Stark-11

Arya Stark-10

Rickon Stark-6

Ice and Fire should have never mixed

Staring down at the blood that ran down her thighs, Lynne Stark didn't know what to think. It had been expected, after all. Her fourth miscarriage.

Ice and fire should have never mixed.

Ice would extinguished the fire, and ice would melt in the presence of fire. To wrap two in a body-don't even think about it.

But Lynne and Rhaeger had persisted anyway. Even their lovemaking seemed more painful than usual.

If they succeeded to have a child, what will become of him or her? Will he die before his first name day? Of course, if they succeeded in ever having one.

Despite all the odds, they decided on the names. A boy would be Jon Targaryen. A girl would be Ruby Targaryen.

'Names as beautiful as their mother,' he had said.

As her beloved lay dying on the battlefield, she lay in bed, screaming. They had finally succeeded, but at the cost of two lives.

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Daenerys

A three headed dragon. A dragon must be three.

She saw an ice dragon in her dream, but when it snorted, it breathed fire. Ice and fire. It should have never been mixed, but it was mixed.

Beside the ice dragon she saw another dragon, rearing up on its hind legs, roaring. It breathed fire at the ice dragon, and the ice dragon roared in pain. She wanted to stop it, but they were too far away. Then she felt wings on her back. She flew, and saw herself in the lake.

She was a dragon.

The ice dragon was dying, slowly and painfully. The other dragon looked like it wanted to help, but every time he neared the melting ice dragon, the hot fire coming from its nostrils when it breathed only served to worsen matters. Daenerys realized with an abrupt horror that her presence would do the same thing.

Then she woke, cold and covered in sweat.

Ned

Watching Jon was like watching a ticking bomb.

And there was no way of knowing when it will blow up.

Ned had did his best not to create a deep bond with the boy, so that it will not affect him too much when Jon dies. But, after all, he had promised his sister.

Promise me, Ned.

His sister's words had always haunted him.

What worried Ned was while Jon had been fine for the past thirteen years, he'd suddenly had a fit while playing with Arya. He was clutching his head and screaming so loudly that the whole of Winterfell had heard. With the help of the milk of the poppy, Jon had eventually fallen into a deep sleep. According to Jon, who had been fine after he woke up, the pain was like ice was piercing his body then the fire came next. Ned had asked Arya next, and Arya confirmed that Jon hadn't eaten anything wrong.

It could only mean one thing. The bomb was starting to end.

Suddenly he heard screams echoing in the courtyard. Sighing, he laid down his pen and descended the stairs.

Jon was on his knees on the castle steps, clutching his head and screaming as the world had ended. He looked up at Ned with pain filled eyes.

Lynne's eyes.

Though they were siblings, their eyes had a little difference that most people won't spot.

It was the shade and shape of their eyes. Ned's was a little lighter than Lynne's, while Lynne's irises were oval and Ned's were round.

Ned reached down an arm for Jon to take. Jon managed to stop screaming for the moment, and did his best to pull himself up. Then he fell back with a gasp of pain and Ned had to pull him up.

'Hurts…so…much.' Jon managed through gritted teeth.

Ned couldn't help a tear from falling. It was a sign that his closest link to his sister was going to be gone soon. And he couldn't help growing fond of the boy himself.

Jon's fingers clawed at his arm, and he could only imagine what Jon must be going through. Jon had been well composed, never showing pain unless it was too great for him to bear. And the extent of pain which can make his screams amount to this degree…

He was making his way to the maester's bedroom when Catelyn blocked his way. Jon had quietened down, perhaps with no strength left to scream. He could still feel the occasional twitching of Jon's body in his arms.

'Ned,' she said urgently, paying no heed to Jon in his arms. 'You must come quickly. Robb's-'

Ned cut her off. 'I'm taking Jon to Maester Luwin first.

He knew that he should not have done that. Jon had always been a touchy subject for Catelyn, and his actions now were sending a clear message to Catelyn. Ned Stark is placing his bastard before his trueborn son.

Catelyn stared up at him, disbelieving. Then she stormed off, calling out from over her shoulder, 'I suppose you won't see to Robb's broken arm then.'

Ignoring the last prickly comment, Ned continued up the stairs to the maester's chamber. Jon groaned softly.

'Damn that ice,' he whispered into Ned's arms.

Jon

His whole body felt like it was on fire. His head hurt the most.

Then the fire was taken away abruptly and he was dumped into ice water. It felt cool at first, then it started to pierce his skin. He moaned, with no strength to resist anymore.

Everything was a blurry haze of pain. A blurred outline of Catelyn Stark was in front of him, then the next thing he knew his father was carrying him up the stairs. The pain didn't get any less but he still found comfort with his father.

Something was forced into his mouth, and he was spiraling away from the pain.

'Don't worry, I'm coming!' a female dragon called out to him. He lay writhing on the ground, the pain restored to him.

The female dragon landed beside him and he screamed, as a warning for her to stay away. But she still inched closer.

'Hush, my nephew. It's going to be all right. We are going to find a cure.' She promised, but for now they were empty.

Another dragon stood by, wringing his claws.

'Sorry,' he kept repeating. 'I'm so sorry.'

'It's not your fault.' The female dragon said, calm as still water. 'Ice and fire were never supposed to mix. He's melting of his own accord, and you only sped up the process. Making the suffering shorter. But it means we have less time to find the cure.'

She whispered the last part to Jon, so that she would not hurt the other dragon's feelings.

'Help!' Jon cried. The pain was worse than before, and increasing steadily. 'Stop it, just make it stop!'

'The blood of the dragon does not beg for the end of life.' She said sternly.

'But…I'm a…wolf.' Jon managed through clenched teeth, or rather fangs. He looked down at his body with horror. He was a melting ice dragon.

'You are. I do not know why, but you are.'

Jon had a look of confusion upon his face while he was spiraled away into darkness once more.

Across the sea, Daenerys Targaryen awoke.

Ned

Jon's fever was mounting day by day.

Promise me, Ned.

'I'm sorry, Lynne. He's dying.'

Robb had been furious when Catelyn told him Ned didn't care about him, but when he learned the actual version he had forgiven his father and was demanding to see Jon-all in thirty seconds.

'Jon is very sick.' The maester had repeated stubbornly every time one of the Stark children tried to get into the chamber to see Jon. Catelyn didn't bother, but just to be polite, she dropped in one or two times.

Ned had never left Jon's side for more than an hour. He had a promise to keep.

Promise me, Ned.

'Lynne…' he whispered into the air. He could feel Lynne's cheerful presence beside him in the room, and the scent of the lily perfume Lynne always liked to wear filled the room. Lynne had come for a look at her dying son.

I'm sorry…'