*Author's Note: After watching episode 4 of season 8, I can no longer sit still while D&D burn down the legacy that is Game of Thrones. I'm not going to go into details about why I feel this way, nor do you have to agree with me, this is simply a rewrite of what I believe season 8 should have been like.

I do not own any of the characters from Game of Thrones.


Chapter 1 – The Queen's Arrival

It was a regular day at Winterfell; a thin layer of snow covered the ground from the flurries that have been falling ever since winter came. A cold morning breeze made its way through the crowd that lined up the road to the keep. Quill, a boy of nine, was trying to push through the adults to get a glimpse of the incoming royal procession with little success. He could hear the faint sound of snow crunching from the steps of the soldiers in the distance and he knew he had little time before the Dragon Queen and the King of the North passed by.

"Maybe somewhere a little higher up," said a voice from behind him, taking him by surprise. He quickly turned around and saw a girl in light leather armor with a small fur cloak held together by a direwolf sigil, equipped with a skinny sword and dagger. The girl then nodded toward a tall tree in the distance and her words finally registered in the little boy's mind. "Go on."

As the boy was about to make his way toward the tall tree, his mother's voice reminded him of his manners and more importantly of something else. 'The direwolf sigil!' "Wait, you're…" But before he could confirm it again with his own eyes, the girl was gone without leaving so much as footprints behind. What replaced her instead was a small iron helmet that seemed would fit just right.

After donning on his new helmet, Quill made his way up the tree and was blown away by the sight. Countless soldiers covered the white horizon as they uniformly marched down the road. Men covered from head to toe in black leather equipped with large shields and spears were followed by foreign men with hair longer than his sister's on horseback. As Quill examined them one by one, he heard people around him begin to mumble as he looked up. Slowly but surely, two people emerged from over the hill and even though he had never seen them before, Quill knew without a doubt that they were the Dragon Queen and the King in the North. As if on cue, two loud roars resonated from the sky as two dragons, one black and one green, with wings that covered the sky flew over them, causing panic to those that stood on the ground. The mythical creatures passed by as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind a sense of awe, wonder and fear in the boy as he felt the wind created by those great wings on his face. 'They're beautiful.'


"Achoo!" Daenerys sniffled as she tried to resume her dignified pose as Jon stifled a laugh. "What's so funny?"

"I told you, you should have worn more furs."

"I'm not cold."

"Oh yeah? Then why'd you sneeze?"

"People don't have to be cold to sneeze." Jon simply smirked again at her response and she couldn't help rolling her eyes a little. Sometimes she wonders how she fell in love with someone who could be so stubborn and stupid. She then felt the gazes of the northmen fall upon her, their eyes that were void of the love she usually received made her shoulders feel a bit heavier.

"Northerners don't much trust outsiders. They'll warm up once they see you for who you are," said Jon as he noticed how uncomfortable she was getting.

Suddenly, the Unsullied in front of her stopped moving and all raised their spears in one direction. "What happened?" asked Daenerys as she looked over and saw a small boy with an iron helmet who was frightened out of his mind. "Dīnagon ilagon aōha weapons. Ivestragī zirȳla rȳ. (Put down your weapons. Let him through.)"

"Khaleesi…" said Jorah as he realized his Queen's intentions. "Don't let appearances fool you, children have been sent to assassinate you before."

"How can the northmen trust me if I don't show some trust first?"

"Dany…" It was Jon who spoke up this time but before he could finish, Daenerys repeated back to him what he said before.

"They'll warm up once they see me for who I am, well this is who I am. I'm not afraid of children. Let him through." The Unsullied followed their orders but remained vigilant as the small boy slowly approached her and with shaking hands offered up his dirty scarf. With such an adorable gesture, Daenerys couldn't help but smile warmly back at the boy. "Thank you very much! I've never seen a finer scarf; I must keep it." She then reached into one of the packs on her saddle and gave the boy one of her scarfs. "How about a trade then?"

The boy felt the clean and smooth fabric in his hand and nodded instantly. After giving a small bow, the child went back into the crowd and the procession began moving again. Despite making a trade that would make scarf merchants around the world cry in agony, Daenerys was feeling much better than before. It didn't matter if the northmen didn't accept her yet, she was coming to claim the Iron Throne to make the world a better place for boys like him. As Jon said, people's acceptance will come after.

"That was a wonderful thing you did," said Jon.

"Perhaps you should learn a few things from that boy," said Daenerys as she beamed a smile at him that left him speechless.

When they arrived at the courtyard of Winterfell, Jon was the first to enter as he urged his horse to go faster the moment he saw Bran. He nearly fell off his horse from how fast he dismounted and immediately brought his younger brother in for a hug. "Look at you, you're a man."

"Almost," said Bran as he gave a smile back.

Jon then moved to embrace his sister, Sansa, who examined the Dragon Queen behind him. "Where's Arya?" he asked as he looked around for his baby sister.

"Lurking, somewhere," said Sansa.

Jon then turned to Daenerys as he prepared to introduce her to his family and the lords of the North. But before he could even begin, Bran spoke up first, "Apologies, Your Grace, but we do not have time for formalities. The dead have breached the wall with the help of your dragon, Viserion. They march south as we speak."

The sudden mention of her dead child rocked her as Daenerys tried not to think about how her dragon's body was being desecrated by the White Walker's dark magic. "How do you know?" she asked shakily.

Instead of answering, Bran simply rolled back his eyes. Suddenly, the courtyard became eerily quiet except for the soft sound of wings flapping. Before anyone had realized what was going on, the walls of Winterfell were filled with sentries of crows all staring down at them. The crows watched them without moving a muscle as if possessed, and not even the stoic Jon Snow could hide his surprise. Bran then stopped his warging abilities and the crows went back to their normal behaviors.

Daenerys drew in a deep breath and tried to calm down; despite her various encounters with magic, she had never seen anything like that before. Once her emotions were under control again, the only thing left was anger. Not only had they killed one of her dragons, but they had enslaved it in death. "So be it, if the White Walkers want a war then House Targaryen shall give them one with fire and blood. The Great War begins now."


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