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Prologue:

The White Dragon


Godswood of Winterfell

305 AC

Three Days After the Battle of Fire and Ice


Jon sat in the Godswood alone, thinking...well, brooding actually, about all that happened before and after the Battle with the Night King and his Army. Especially thinking about the information he learned before the battle from Sam and Bran about him being the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, which he told Daenerys about, and strongly assured her that he had no desire for that damn Iron Chair in King's Landing. However, just a short time earlier, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms warned him that it didn't matter if he wanted it or not, and that if it got out, could spell disaster for everything they fought for. Of course, he was insistent on telling his sisters, but she made him, practically begged him, promise not to tell.

Of course, the thought of betraying what was left of his mother's half of the family didn't actually appeal to him. But...unfortunately, his uncle who had been his father since before he could walk, had taught him well. He will have to wait till after Dany leaves for Dragonstone to tell them...

...

His face became solemn at the affectionate nickname for the Dragon Queen.

Before learning of his heritage, the two had been passionately enjoying the relationship they had started on the ship that night ago. For over two months their passionate escapades made Jon feel more than happy than he did with Ygritte. His favorite memory being their flight on the dragons, and landing at the waterfall. He could still remember the words she said to him...

"We could stay here a thousand years, no one will find us,"

He had endeared those words in his heart. But now, after what Sam told him, and him telling her, he had quite possibly damaged their relationship to near irreparable.

He could still remember the cold look she gave him in the crypts, after realizing he was the final male heir to the Iron Throne. The thought of it alone, made him wince in agony, and making him wish he never learned the truth.

He wanted to tell her, right then and there, that he had no desire for the throne, and that the only thing he wanted was to love her, but the warhorns blasting the arrival of the Army of the Dead prevented that. And since it ended, and after the loss of Ser Jorah, Jon didn't know what to do to comfort her.

And he couldn't help but fear that it will become another scar that can't be seen, but will stay with him forever.

'She's my aunt...,' he thought to himself, knowing the fact that the people in the Seven Kingdoms will not accept their relationship due to the many tragedies that said incestial relationships had created in the past. 'Yet still...I love her...with all my heart.'

"Love is the death of duty. But what is honor, compared to a woman's love? What is duty, compared to a newborn son in your arms? ...You will be presented with a choice, Jon Snow. And whatever decision you make, you will live with it, for the rest of your days...as I have,"

Maester Aemon... his Great Uncle Aemon's words from those early days in the Night's Watch rang in his head, causing him to place his head in his hands and give a sigh of frustration.

'To Hells and back! The Gods must fucking hate me a lot,' he growled mentally, wishing just for once he could have a respite from all the shit that was being dumped on him. But of course, knowing his luck, the Gods, both Old and New, will probably just piss on him.

"A beautiful night, isn't it?" a soft feminine voice suddenly spoke up, causing him to snap his head up, before quickly standing and drawing his sword at the unfamiliar voice.

"Who's there!?" he demanded, as he looked around the general vicinity of the sacred place. "Show yourself!"

His answer was chuckle that seemed to echo everywhere in the Godswood.

"Careful there...Your Grace," he heard the voice stress out the title, making him wince slightly, "No need to be so alarmed and hostile. I only came to talk to the famous White Wolf,"

The former King in the North's eyes narrowed at that, as he continued searching for the owner of the voice, but had no luck finding them.

"Come out so I can see you," he ordered with a guarded tone, "I cannot speak to someone if they're hiding in the shadows,"

He didn't receive an answer for a moment, before the soft crunch of feet on snow reached his ears and could tell it was coming from behind him. He quickly turned around, just as the clouds parted to allow the light of the moon to light up the Godswood, and the intruder was revealed to him...


Bran Stark, aka, the Three-Eyed Raven, bolted upright in his chair as his eyes rolled back, which caught the attention of his sisters as they were still in the main hall with the remaining partygoers celebrating the, rather costly victory, against the dead. And among those there included the Silver Queen herself, who had a despondent look on her face.

"Bran!" Arya shouted, gaining the attention of everyone else, including Daenerys as she looked in the direction of the remaining Stark siblings, as Sansa and her sister approached their future seeing brother as he locked up in his wheelchair. Curious and concerned, Dany stood up and walked toward the three, before the remaining son of Ned Stark's eyes returned to normal, but he was breathing heavily, and for the first time since she met, he had a look of fear on his before turning to everyone in the room.

"The Godswood! Get to the Godswood! Jon needs us!" he uncharacteristically shouted, making everyone in the hall, including a somehow still sober Tormund, a frantic Arya, and a dozen still sober Stark Household guards, bannermen and Wildlings to immediately get up and head to the said place.

The future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was both struck with worry and apprehension. She was still hurt after Jon's refusal to be with her, especially due to the fact he told her the truth that he was her brother's son, making him her nephew.

Yet still...despite this information, and the jealousy she had felt toward him earlier, much to her self disgust, she still loved him. And, it's true what they say about Targaryens being attracted to each other. Of course, she also knew that Jon, or Aegon Targaryen, was raised by the Starks, so it was understandable that he would be greatly disturbed. Still, the mere thought of him rejecting her love, made her heart ache terribly.

"Please go to him...," she turned back to Bran, who was still being looked over by Sansa, as the former looked at her with urgency, "...you must go. Only the two of you can stop her."

Daenerys and Sansa blinked at this info.

"What do you mean?" Daenerys questioned, "Stop who?"

"There's no time." Bran insisted shaking his head "Please go."

Dany, now more concerned, shoved her hesitancy aside and immediately followed after those who went to the Godswood.


Jon stood where he was as he looked at the figure in front of him, whom was a woman, due to the figure. But what surprised him about the woman was what she was wearing.

The stranger wore a set of armor, which looked to be a hybrid of Targaryen and Stark make, including the signature Brigandine overcoat, with a black gambeson underneath, with plated armor on the shoulders and upper arms, and a gorget around her neck finished with a pair of black trousers tucked in black leather boots, and black leather gloves on her hands tucked into steel plated hardened leather braces on her wrists.

That was the Stark bit, but the Targaryen bit was what got his attention, and that was a visored helm, with the said protective cover being shaped like a dragon's face, with three wavy metal horns on the side, with a small trio of horns in the center shaped like a small crown, and two eye holes for the wearer to see through, and Jon cursed mentally as the visor was down and couldn't see her face.

He then took note of the familiar dragon chain he always saw Dany wore on her traveling attire, though the shoulder cape that accompanied it was black with a white inlay.

Then there was the sword at her side, in which he saw the hilt, the style being that of a bastard sword, much like Longclaw, but the main difference was the pommel was a white dragon head, with black diamonds for eyes, and the guard being a more straight cross, with the ends being small wolf heads.

He could feel the smirk from the woman, as she caressed the pommel of the sword.

"Like it?" she asked, "To be honest I was a little apprehensive about the pommel but...can't break tradition about Valyrian steel swords being somewhat extravagant, now can we?"

Jon stiffened at that, before asking.

"How do I know that you're not lying?" he said, and the woman gave an irritated sigh, before gripping the handle, making Jon go on guard as she drew the blade from it's sheath, as the moonlight reflected off it, showing the familiar smoky ripple pattern that all Valyrian steel blades were well known for, along with being incredibly sharp and never dulling. The shape of the blade itself, showed that it was designed for both slashing and thrusting.

"Satisfied?" the woman said rhetorically, before swiftly placing the sword back in it's scabbard, "I would tell you her name, but right now, I don't have much time to waste. I only came for one thing and one thing only... and that is to give you a firm warning...which must NOT be taken lightly or ignored,"

Jon looked at the woman warrior, his expression cold and guarded.

"And what is that warning?" he said.

Unseen by him, familiar grey eyes narrowed, as tears glistened.

"Do not, for any reason, forsake the love you have for Daenerys Targaryen, even if you are the son of her brother,"

It was that statement that threw Jon off guard as Longclaw slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground, while his eyes widened in both shock and horror.

"Wh...what did you just say?" he managed to gasp out.

"You know what I just said, Jon Snow" she snapped, "If you so much as push her away, use that bullshit excuse of her being 'your Queen' when she needs you the most, and keep refusing her love for you just because she's your aunt...you WILL regret it, and lose her forever. And if you do...I will not hesitate to put you in the same position as that crippled three-eyed shit of a brother of yours."

The mention of Bran managed to snap Jon out of his shock, before giving a cold glare at the one who just insulted his brother.

"You will not speak of Bran that way!" he growled, only to hear a scoff from the woman.

"You know nothing, Jon Snow," He heard her mock, making him flinch, "And I just did,"

That was it for Jon as he quickly picked back up his sword, and was about to charge at her, only to be stopped by the sound of his sister's voice.

"Jon!"

He turned and saw his sister, Tormund, and a good number of Wildlings and Northern Men at Arms as they ran into the Godswood, and drew their weapons at the sight of the stranger.

"Who the fuck are you?" The Wildling Chieftain growled, while the woman turned to them.

"Oh my, an audience," she said, before her gaze landed on Arya, and the Faceless Man trained young woman could feel the smile coming from her, "Hello...Night King's Bane,"

This caused Arya to blink at the title, before narrowing her eyes.

"What do you want with my brother?" she said, steel in her tone.

"Nothing...I just came to give your brother a warning about forsaking love," she said, "Of course...he probably knows nothing of it...as usual,"

"Shut up!" Jon shouted, not knowing he was showing the rare angry side of him, scaring the others as they looked at him, except Arya. The Little She-Wolf knew, showed by her brother's expression and posture, he wanted to attack this person. And one thing she learned, an angry Jon was one you didn't want to cross. "Answer my question: Who ARE you!?"

The woman looked back to him. Her closed visor hiding her expression well.

"Who am I?" she said, "I am of the Blood of Winter, and the Blood of Flames. And that is all you'll be getting from m-...,"

She suddenly stopped speaking, and Jon saw her begin cautiously stepping back. He quickly turned and his heart sank as he saw Dany enter the Godswood, her eyes locked on the strange woman, who remained standing stock still.

"My Queen, stay back!" Jon said urgently, while Dany continued to look at the stranger before her, feeling the gaze on her, as she gazed right back. The two looked at one another, both unwilling to look away from one another.

"You...Your Gra...," she heard her barely whisper, which caused Daenerys to blink and took a step forward ignoring Jon's and the other's warnings as she walked onward.

"What the fuck is she doing, Lord Crow!?" Tormund demanded of his friend, while Jon continued to watch Daenerys walk ever closer to the dangerous person, who for some strange reason didn't even make a move for her sword.

'Dany...,' he thought fearfully, ready to spring into action if necessary.

The said Queen had finally walked to within arms' length of the stranger, both of them close enough to look each other in the eye. Now being close, she could see that the woman was just slightly shorter than her. Her eyes blinked as she could hear the rattling of metal, and could see the shoulders of the woman actually trembling.

She could also hear the heavy pants behind the closed visor, along with the occasional choked back sob.

Then, the unexpected happened as, to the surprise of many, she knelt to the ground.

Both Jon and Daenerys could only blink as they watched the woman kneeling before her.

"Y-Your Grace...forgive me...I shouldn't be here in your presence," she began speaking again, the tone in her voice being that of a frightened child.

Now driven by deep curiosity, Daenerys knelt down to her level and slowly lifted her hands toward the stranger's head.

No one barely said a word as the Dragon Queen raised her hands toward the helmeted head of the woman, until one of her bare hands touched the cold metal of the strap buckle under the chin. She heard a sharp intake of breath, and the woman's gloved hands grabbed hers.

"No! Don't!" she suddenly snapped, her current tone now turned frantic.

Dany was taken aback by this, as the grip on her hands tightened, and the Lady of Dragonstone looked into the eyeholes of the helm, and took note of the eyes within, their color hidden by the shadow but she could still the glistening of tears. They looked at her, pleadingly, not to remove the helm.

However, she continued what she was doing, as she unfastened the strap, causing both ends to drop and dangle loosely. She then winced as the grip on her hands got harder.

"Please don't!" came the plea, but Daenerys was not to be deterred, as she then grabbed both sides of the helm and began to carefully pull it off.

"NOOO!" The sudden scream, and strong shove against Dany's shoulders all but stunned her. But the Queen still had hold of her helm, and with these combined forces, the helmet came off.

From Daenerys's point of view, it was quick, as she fell back onto the snow covered ground, dazing her, as Jon called out for her as the others rushed toward her, and Jon knelt by her side.

"Are you alright?" she heard him say, his concern thick in his tone, she managed to shake her head, as she sat back up with Jon helping her. She then blinked as she noticed the feeling of her left hand holding onto metal and looked down at the said appendage and saw the same helm she had attempted to remove from the stranger. And due to the fact it was in her hand, she had succeeded.

"Oi! OOFF! FUCK!" hearing the grunt of pain, both the Mother of Dragons and the White Wolf looked forward as they watched as Tormund, along with Arya and a few Freefolk, tried to subdue the stranger. Unfortunately for the red haired chieftain, he was swiftly kicked in the groin, as they could see as he held the most sacred jewels all men held dear.

The others didn't fair any better as they were each given a good beating by the rather skilled unarmed combat that was demonstrated. Arya had the better luck as she managed to ring her arm around her neck, and pulled out her Valyrian steel dagger in order to try and stab her, but her wrist was caught by the hand of the woman's.

Dany and Jon still couldn't see the woman's face, due to the fact that had her's and Arya's backs being turned toward them.

The two grunted in effort as the Arya fought to drive the dagger into her side, while her intended target fought back vigorously to prevent that.

"Come on! Give it up!" Arya growled, "I promise I won't stab anything vital!"

Her quarry let a growl as she continued to struggle.

"I...still got...," the woman grunted out, while being choked, "a few tricks up... my sleeve!"

The familiar sound of a blade unsheathing, and Arya's yelp of pain, reached their ears. Jon's eyes widen in fear for his Little sister.

"Arya!"

He then watched, as Arya pulled back to grab her own forearm, as blood came out of the wound it received. However, she didn't get any respite, as she received a good punch to the face, and was knocked on her back out cold.

After seeing his sister knocked to the ground, Jon turned to glare back to the woman, only to freeze in his spot, and his eyes to widen. A gasp of surprise was also heard from Dany as she looked at the stranger, now unmasked.

Familiar silver blonde hair done in a updo plait at the back of her head, while two banes draped on either side of her face, just stopping at her jawline. Her face, sharp, with high cheekbones, and pale skin. But the most striking feature were her eyes...her Stark grey eyes, eerily similar to Jon's, Arya's, and the late Eddard Stark.

For Jon, it was like looking at a grey-eyed twin of Daenerys, while the said Queen thought she looking straight into a mirror, if the eye color didn't say otherwise.

The woman looked at their shocked gazes, and blinked before realizing her helmet was gone and was now in the Dragon Queen's hand. Her eyes widened in horror.

"No...no, no, no, no, no, you were not suppose to see my face." she said, her voice trembling out in gasps on the wind. "You were not suppose to see my face! You weren't meant to see it! YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO!"

This caused everyone to snap out of it, as Daenerys was the first to speak out to.

"Who are you?"

The woman with her face and hair didn't answer, only placing her face into her hands, and mumbling in them.

"Tell me... who are you!?"

However, a familiar roar got everyone's attention, as a large white shape landed right behind the girl with a large thud that shook the ground.

Jon and Dany, and everyone could only gape in both shock and awe, as in front of them... was a pure white dragon. Scales as white as the very snow on the ground, and the eyes of the beast being a dark grey, like the woman's. Both the former King in the North and the Last Targaryen Princess could also see it was bigger than Rhaegal, but slightly smaller than Drogon.

The winged beast looked at the group, giving them a threatening growl, as it came close to the woman, and protectively moved it's wings in front of itself and her, keeping her out of sight.

A tense standoff began between the group and the dragon as it gave them all a snarl, daring them to come closer.

"Oh, for goodness sake! What is with all the racke-!?" Everyone turned at the sound of the youngest son of Tywin Lannister, as he entered the Godswood, piss drunk, only to stop walking and talking as he spotted the white dragon, who upon seeing him gave a loud angry shriek and the glare increased. The Dwarf Hand of the Queen only blinked owlishly, before rubbing his eyes, and opening them again.

The white dragon was still there.

"...Either I'm dreaming, or I'm completely drunk enough to see a...literally, white dragon right in front of me, giving me the most convincing 'I'm going to kill you' look I've ever seen," was his, remarkably sober, response, as the Dragon continued to glare at Imp, and proceeded to take in a deep breath, the back of it's throat glowing bright...

"Oh, fuck me...," Tyrion said, as he watched as the dragon prepared to end the Lannister's existence.

"Sōna! Keligon! (Sōna! Stop!)," The sudden shout stopped the white dragon in it's tracks, the fiery glow in it's mouth ceasing, before it looked down at the person it was intending to protect. It's wings moved away, before placing it's muzzle next to the stranger, as she began caressing it, calming the creature down "Gīda...gīda riña. Sȳz riña... (Easy...easy girl. Good girl...),"

Dany's eyes widened more, if they could, as she heard the woman speaking in plain Valyrian, the mother tongue of House Targaryen. She continued to watch as the dragon calmed down under the woman's touch, before giving a wary glance back toward them, specifically her.

The would be queen of Westeros once again looked into those stone grey eyes, eyes reminiscent of her current, possibly-soon-to-be-ex, lover. She could actually see the raging emotions inside them, like the stormy day she was born on: fear, anger, and...longing?

Before she can ponder on that, the woman gave a sharp whistle before something large and covered in warm fur quickly brushed past her and snatch the helmet out of her hand, but careful not to bite her hand off. She blinked in surprise, as a large wolf, about the size of a horse, colored half white and black, with the former on the legs and lower body, and the latter all along the back and tail, ran over to the girl and dragon before stopping right in front of them. The strap of the helm in it's mouth, as the said piece of armor dangled.

"A Direwolf..." she heard Jon whisper out in shock, as the woman took the helmet from the sigil of House Stark, before giving it a loving head rub. A soft smile on her face, as the creature panted in content at the affecion.

"Good girl, Daena," she said softly before placing the helm back on her head, and bringing the visor down, just as more people began to appear, including the Unsullied, led by Grey Worm, and Dothraki, what was left of the number Daenerys brought with her, as the former immediately formed a shield wall around their queen and Jon, spears lowered, while the horsemen brandished their arakhs...not that it would do any good toward something like a dragon, or a Direwolf.

But then, another roar, one more familiar to Dany was heard, and she looked behind her as Drogon appeared. Seeing the older brother of the dragons approach, everyone wisely moved out of the way, as the Dread Reborn landed in the Godswood rather violently and immediately roared at the newcomer before him.

The White Dragon only returned the roar in kind.

"Daor Sōna! (Don't Sōna!)" The woman shouted again, and the White Dragon quickly obeyed but still kept a defiant glare aimed at the larger dragon. "Lyks ñuha tala... īlon're jāre (Peace my daughter... Let's leave),"

Daenerys' eyes widen at that, as she watched the white dragon crouch down in order for the woman to mount on it's back.

"No wait!" she shouted, and made an attempt to move forward, only to stop as the Direwolf moved in front of her and gave her it's own snarl.

She wisely stopped as the direwolf's yellow eyes bore into hers. However, a flash of white appeared in front of her as Jon's own Direwolf Ghost, with half an ear lost from the battle, ran in front of her and gave his own warning snarl to the she-wolf. Even with the current tension between her and Jon, Ghost was being strangely overprotective of the Queen.

"Daena no!" she heard the woman call, and the wolf stopped snarling, but did kept growling warningly at both Ghost and Daenerys. "Daena, thoir d' aghaidh air an taigh! Go!"

Jon and every Northerner and Wildling who heard her speak that sentence were now more surprised.

"That was the Old Tongue she just spoke!" said Tormund as he just recovered from the kick to his pride. Before anyone could comment on that, the female Direwolf immediately bolted away, quickly passing Drogon before he could snap his jaws on her, and darted out of the enclosed area.

The moment the direwolf left the Godswood, and the woman was safe on her dragon's back, the said creature spread out it's massive wings. But before it took off, it's rider spoke.

"Remember my words, Jon Snow of House Stark!" she called out, "Do not forsake her, or you will regret it! And the same goes for you concerning him, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, Queen of Meereen, Yunkai and Astapor! Also, a true ruler doesn't need an ugly chair made out of a waste of good swords to rule Westeros!"

Both of them looked up at her at those words, but before they could demand what she meant, the white dragon jumped into the air, and swept it's wings downward, giving it greater lift, while unfortunately creating a gust of wind which either knocked everyone back, or off their feet. Luckily, Jon came up and grabbed onto Daenerys before it knocked her over.

After the wind passed they both looked up and saw the silhouette of the dragon as it flew across the full moon, and vanished into a cloud bank.

"What the seven hells just happened here tonight?" Tyrion asked no in particular, as Jon, after making sure that Dany was alright, went to check on his little sister and the others who tried to restrain the woman. The said Little She-Wolf was just coming too, as she nursed a headache.

"Oh...Bloody Hells! What hit me!?" she cursed, as Jon helped her up, only for her to hiss in pain and grab her wounded arm. "Ah!"

"Careful! Let me look at that." Jon chastised his wild sister softly as he checked the stab wound on her arm, and checking the area around for damaged bones. "It looks she stabbed you with something small, and it looks and like she missed the bone. You're lucky, just need a few bandages, ointment, and a little rest,"

Arya grunted, as she glared at the memory of the one who managed to land a surprise on her.

"I'm gonna get her for that." she growled, "Who was that, anyway?"

Jon didn't say anything at first, as he couldn't get the image of her face and eyes out of his head. He then turned back to Dany as she kept staring in the direction where the young woman had flown off to on her white dragon, her face holding shock and confusion. He breathed out a sigh as he returned his attention to his sister's arm.

"I don't have a clue...," he said, before perking, "...except, she mentioned Bran, and the fact he's the Three-Eyed Raven. If anyone definitely knows, it's him."

"He's basically the memories of Westeros afterall...," reminded Arya, before blinking, "...But, I don't think he was expecting this, though?"

Jon gave her a confusing look though.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"When we were in the Hall, he just stiffened as it just hit, and he was actually panicking for once," Arya told him, "Ever since he came back from the wall he was mostly calm...though too calm for the Bran we all remember. But before that showed up he was just...shocked. Scared even,"

Jon's frown deepened at that, and looked back at the keep, now wanting more than ever to find out what Bran knows about that woman. Not just for his sake, but for Dany's as well.


Later

The Dreadfort

Now abandoned seat of the now extinct House Bolton.


The Dreadfort, abandoned after the Battle of Bastards which resulted in the last of House Bolton to be wiped out completely. Nobody dared to go near it, due to fears that the ghost of the demented sadist Ramsay still lingered in it's halls, looking for his next unfortunate victim.

Of course, that didn't stop the large group of 500 horse mounted warriors, men and women, who walked through the deserted stronghold, looking for any food that may be left in it's larder stores, or weapons and armor in it's armoury. But that didn't mean they could not feel the unease that was thick in this place, many of them mentally hoping to be out of here sooner rather than later.

A horn blast soon alerted everyone in the castle as the lookout shouted out.

"She's back! The Lady Commander's back!"

After those words were said, a sudden roar was heard as the white form of the dragon, flew over the battlements and hovered in place before landing in the courtyard of the castle as the dragon's rider disembarks from her mount. Landing, on solid ground, she removed her helm as a group of two men and three women approached her, all of them wearing a gambeson vest over a black tunic, with pieces of armor on their shoulders, elbows, and a gorget secured around their necks, along with black trousers and riding boots.

"Where the bloody shite have you been!?" one of the men demanded, whose features include being near six feet, and showing a well lean build, accommodated by the short crop brown hair and blue eyes, "You left without telling us where you were goin', only saying you will be back after fooking sundown!"

The woman didn't answer his question and instead replied.

"Have any food that can be loaded ready to move immediately, leave the rest for the rats." she said in a flat commanding tone, as she walked past them and they followed her, "I want us to be out of here just before dawn,"

"We were worried about you!" said one of the women, her height being at least nine inches over five feet, slightly taller than the dragon rider, her dark hair in a lace plait, as her green eyes showed concern, "We were just about to send a search party after you when you were gone for so long!"

"I was only scouting for alternate paths we could use in order to avoid Northern and Targaryen patrols when we head south," she said simply, but the frowns clearly tell they didn't buy it.

"Horseshite," said the second man, being slightly shorter than the first, and having mostly a near shaven head, and dark eyes and a stocky build as he looked at the Commander with a pointed look, "You went to Winterfell didn't you?,"

The Commander didn't say anything, and it was the first man who clarified it.

"You did!" he said, astonished and angry, "What were you thinkin'!?"

"You all don't need to know what I'm always thinking, Colliss," the Commander stated.

"The fuck we don't!" shouted the second woman, being more muscular and slightly taller than the other three females, but still retaining her beauty, as her blonde hair was tied in a low tail, "You're our damn commander, Lya, not a regular grunt like the rest of us!"

The final woman of their group finally spoke, being the shortest at five feet and seven inches tall, with short red hair, and hazel brown eyes.

"We lived together! We trained together! We fought together! We BLED together!" she said, "We followed you without question or complaints until now."

The Commander, Lya, stopped abruptly and turned to look at them, her grey eyes blazing.

"First off, Laena, you and the rest of the Battalion are NOT simple grunts. You are more than just soldiers under my command. You are my blood brothers and sisters. My FAMILY!"

"Then why didn't you take any of us with you!?" The second man questioned.

"Because I didn't want any of you getting killed, Camren" she stated to him, "If I took all of you with me, who would lead the others in my place if were we all killed?"

"We could handle ourselves Lya," said the dark haired woman, and Lya looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Against a combined force of Northern bannermen and their household guards, Unsullied spearmen, and Dothraki Screamers, Valeris?" she asked.

"The Dothraki were devastated during the battle with the White Walkers and their undead puppets, as were the Unsullied, and the Northern Houses. Their army's in tatters!" Colliss argued, "The only major threats are the two dragons, and fortunately one of them is wounded. The big black red one is the only one we need to worry about, but Sōna could fly circles around him all day!"

"They may be depleted, Colliss but they still badly outnumber us by a very wide margin," she reminded, "And the Dothraki never shy from a fight, no matter how devastated they are, the Unsullied are too disciplined to never give up, and you all know the Northern Lords, they're stubborn as goats...no offense Monira,"

The red-haired woman only shrugged as she crossed her arms, "None taken," she replied.

"Still, you can't take unnecessary risks like this!" Laena reminded, "What would happen if they saw your face?"

Lya blinked at that, before looking away from them, her face holding shame.

The five people before her became unnerved at that expression.

"No...please tell us they didn't!" Valeris pleaded, but Lya closing her eyes tight, confirmed their worst fears.

"Bull's ARSE!" bellowed Camress.

"Now they'll be searchin' for ya to get answers! If the Three-eyed Prick hasn't told 'em yet!" shouted Colliss.

"I know dammit!" Lya grounded out, "That's why I want everyone ready to go when I give the word! We need to be more quick now, and have to ride by night and day in order to stay ahead of them, possibly split up the whole Battalion in order to throw them off. Of course, that damn warg greenseer could use his powers to have crows looking everywhere for us."

None of them said anything for a while, until Lya spoke again with a sigh.

"We'll discuss this at a later time." she said softly, "Right now, report to your companies and pass the word. And get some rest,"

With that said, she turned from them and proceeded to walk to her temporary quarters, quickly followed by a familiar Direwolf. The captains could only look at their Commander with ever increasing concern

"She's going to get herself killed," Monira said worriedly.

"Unfortunately, she's also too stubborn to care about herself...," Laena said, and made a chuckle, "Just like her Lord Crow of a father."

Colliss just sighed before he heard the sound of a raven cawing and looked at the battlements and saw the said bird, looking down at them. He narrowed his eyes before the black bird flew away.

"Too true...unfortunately"


Back at Winterfell


They all met in the solar as Jon, Daenerys, Sansa, Bran, Arya, Tyrion, Davos, Varys, Grey Worm, and Missandei all conversed on what happened earlier tonight.

"Another dragon...Gods above, another dragon!," Davos said in astonishment and slight worry.

"But where did it come from?" Sansa asked worriedly, having heard the Dragons roaring from the hall, "I thought there were only three before-,"

"Sansa!" Jon stopped his cousin/sister before she could finish, as he saw Dany wince from the memory of losing her youngest dragon to the Night King, "Missandei...,"

The former slave nodded at the former King of North.

"You and our Queen know Valyrian better than the rest of us. Mine still needs work, unfortunately," he said, though embarrassed at that part, much to his secret lover's amusement, as Daenerys smirks a little.

"From what her Grace tells me...," Missandei began, "...it was a mix of both High Valyrian and other different dialects from Astapor and Meereen. From the words she heard spoken to the white dragon, I was able to translate the ones that stood out: 'tala' and 'Sōna'. Tala clearly means daughter, while the word sōna means snow,"

"A very appropriate name for a dragon as pure white as Northern snow," Tyrion commented, only to receive a smack to the head from Arya, "Ow! What!?"

"No wisecracks, or I'll hit you again," she said flatly as the rest all rolled their eyes at the Dwarf's antics.

It was Jon's turn to speak. "And then there's the part where she spoke the Old Tongue of the First Men to the Direwolf that came to help her, with a True Northern accent as if she spoke it her whole life." he shook his head, and turned to his Three-Eyed Raven brother, "Bran, just who is she? Another lost Targaryen child? One that father didn't know about?"

Everyone looked to the crippled Stark, who didn't say anything for a moment before speaking in that Godsforsaken blunt tone of his, that was getting on everyone's nerves.

"She is the manifestation of a time not of our own, but that will happen... at least unless such reality will be changed" He said, which caused everyone to blink in confusion, and try to process what was just spoken.

It was Tyrion who broke the silence. "Are you saying...that she's..."

"From the future?" Bran said, blunt now as ever, "Yes, in a manner of speaking."

The whole room was silent, many of them wanted to deny what they believe is complete lunacy...but unfortunately, they knew that the past half decade was a time of both miracles...and nightmares made real.

Dragons returning to the world.

White Walkers invading from beyond the Wall.

Bran able to see the past and possibly the future.

Yeah, they were willing to believe it.

"Truly things are becoming more complicated every day," said the Spider, as he gave a soft sigh.

"Well, regardless of the insanity of the situation, clearly something must've happened in order for her to be here," said Davos, as the former smuggler frowned in worry, "And knowing our luck, nothing good,"

Jon sighed as he massaged his temple, as he couldn't get her image out of his head, her armor, her face, her hair, those eyes...grey Stark eyes. His eyes.

Her words were stuck in his head, as they kept repeating over and over again. And it was making him both worried and frustrated.

"She told us not to forsake each other," Daenerys' voice spoke up, and Jon looked at his queen who had a pensive look on her as she turned to look at him, before she turned to Bran, "What did she mean by that?"

Bran didn't say anything for a moment, almost prompting the Dragon Queen to nearly demand, before he answered.

"She is your child," Bran stated, making her stop cold, but he wasn't done, "Yours and Jon's...,"

Jon's head snapped toward his surviving brother, "...what?" he gasped in shock, and he was not the only one shocked by this news as Tyrion dropped his cup of wine while nearly choking on the mouthful he had, Sansa and Arya faces bearing similarities to scared cats, Missandei eyes as wide as an owl's, Davos looking on the verge of fainting right where he was, Varys tucked in his lips in thought, while Grey Worm, for his credit managed to keep a composed expression, though the slight dropping of his jaw said otherwise.

Bran just looked at them all, before speaking again.

"Her name, is Lyannys, of the Houses Stark and Targaryen, Lady Commander of the Riñar hen Vesteros, Wielder of the Valyrian steel blade Requiem, the Second Mother of Dragons, and the mother of Direwolves," he announced the titles, and everyone didn't say a word.

Daenerys' mind was racing at what the surviving brother of her lover just told them. She'll have a daughter. A daughter with Jon, which she believed was not possible due to the witch that killed her husband, Drogo, and son, Rhaego, told her that she was cursed to be barren forever.

"You...You're lying," she gasped out as she clutched at her womb, "I...it's impossible. I-I can't bear any children! The witch-!"

"Lied to you," Bran responded to the, clearly in denial, Targaryen. "She told you what she wanted you to hear. But the fact remains, the woman who spoke to you tonight, is your child,"


Back at the Dreadfort


The door opened, admitting Lya and her Direwolf companion, before she slammed it shut. She stayed in her spot for a few moments, before she began pounding her gloved fist against the door, before flinging her helmet away to use her other fist, ignoring the loud clank as she proceeded to punch away at the defenceless piece of wood.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shitshitshitshit SHIIIIIIT!" she screamed out, after delivering one final punch, before collapsing on her knees and slamming her forehead hard against the door, as tears escaped her grey eyes.

Hearing whimpering beside her, and the gentle nuzzling on her arm, Lya turned and immediately grabbed onto the neck of her Direwolf, and began to cry into her soft fur. The two stayed like that until Lya fell asleep, with Daena laying down with her, providing the distraught girl with warmth and comfort. They were soon joined by two small winged figures as they scampered over and snuggled into her seeking her warmth, but also assuring her she wasn't alone.


Patriot-112: Yup. What's up everyone! Behold my second attempt at a GoT fic on this site. As you all probably know by now, Season 8...well, let's be honest: it was just full of crap. I mean come on I know it's Game of Thrones for a reason, but SERIOUSLY! That is the worst way to end a series if I had ever saw one.

And sorry George RR Martin, I know you hate fanfiction, but that is the reason why it exists. Fans who don't like the end, have to make their own endings for a reason. Though, here's hoping the ending to your book series is better. The books' endings were better than the shows anyway.

Anyway, please leave a review, fav, or follow, and until next time ladies and gents!