Authors note: This is the very first fanfic I have written. I want you all to know that English is not my mother tongue, so mine grammar and spelling can be wrong at sometimes. I hope that the mistakes are few, and you will like the story anyway. I will post both my epilogue and the first chapter at once, so I hopeful can get some response. Reviews, comments and helpful ideas is very welcome good or bad.

The epilogue will take place doing the tower of joy event, but the first chapter will start in year 298 AC, so where will be a time jump.

Edited: 21-02-2017

Prologue: Lyanna Stark

Lyanna Stark was her name. Eldest and only daughter of the proud and honorable Lord Rickard Stark of Winterfell, and a sister to three strong brothers. She was a Starkof Winterfell. A proud wolf of the North, the Wild Wolf or the beautiful Blue Winter Rose. That was who she had been. One year ago, she have had everything she could wish. She have been happy with her family living in the North. When out of nowhere, her life has turned upside down and everything changed. Firstly, her father had engaged her to Robert of house Baratheon. A man who to all the nobles of Westeros was known for his drinking and whoring. How could her father even think, that she would marry such a man? She remembered her anger. She remembered how she had locked herself in her room for days without speaking to anyone around her.

Luckily, everything changed for her doing The Tourney of Harrenhal. It was here she had met her crown prince, her beloved Prince Rhaegar of the mighty house Targaryen. Oh how childish she had been back when. She had run off with him under the delusion, that they were in love, and that nothing bad could happen to them. He was the crown prince, and that meant, that one day she would be his queen. At least that was, what she thought back then. She had never been more wrong about anything in her life.

She felt like an idiot. They have told her everything that had happened the last year, since she had run away with her beloved Rhaegar. The chain of event that had led to was not something she had ever predicted. So many have died. So many family had being torn apart. The realm was burning, and she was the reason for it. Gods, she felt so stupid. She could not deny, that she loved Rhaegar, she truly did. Even after all that had happened, she was still madly in love, but that did not matter anymore, because now everything was ruined. Rhaegar was dead, her father was dead, her brother Brandon was dead, and she did not know about Ned or Benjen. She knew she was not long for this world. Soon she would join father, Brandon, Rhaegar and mother in dead. That make her smile.

"At least we will soon be together again, my love", she whispered to the empty room.

Something was wrong. She heard riders outside riding for the tower. Was it Rhaegar? Had he cheated death and returned to her and their son? Again, it was just the fever and a dying hope that lied to her. Rhaegar was dead. She looked at the grey-eyed baby in her arms. He looked so much like her. A true Stark. A dragon born of ice and fire. He was the prince that was promised, that much she was sure of. But how could she keep him safe, when she barely could hold on to life herself? The noise from outside grew louder. Where was a fight, she realized. It was Ned.. It could only be her brother.. And when the fever grew.. And she screamed.. The pain was too much.. The blood in the bed.. The smell of death in the room.

"Eddard" she screamed.

She wanted him to come to her. She closed her eyes. Maybe, she would wake up to discover it all was just a bad dream.

She opened her eyes again. She thought that someone had called her name. She did no longer know the different between her dreams or reality. She looked at someone standing beside her holding her hand. It was a man. It was Ned!

She wanted to scream his name, to say how sorry she was, to tell him everything, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was"Jon".

Ned looked at her sad. "I have him right here, sister", Ned whispered to her.

She drew him closer to her. He learned down to her lips, and she made the last request she could.

"Promise me Ned.. Promise you will take care of him. His name is Jon. He is the last dragon, a son of ice and fire. He will be the king Westeros need". Pain and the feeling of dead came through her body. Her brother opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, she continued. "Robert can't know who he is. Promise me Ned.. He will kill him, and you know it. He will not let a son of Rhaegar live. Go home. Protect him. Promise me Ned, I beg you".

Both she and Ned was crying now. Her last strength was running out. "When the time is right, Ned he need you, when the time is right.. He need to be king.. He is the rightful king." She could not continue much more.. so much pain. She needed her brother to understand her. She needed him to see. Her son. She felt sorry she would never see him grow up, that she would never be where for him as a mother.

"Ned promise me.. Be a father for him.. Raise him be a good man. Raise him to be a king… You can't trust Robert.. Robert will ruin us all…

Promise me Ned".

She could not speak anymore. She barely heard Ned say the word, but he said them. "I promise you sister, I will be a father for him, and one day he will be our king".

She smiled. She knew he spoke the truth. But when she screamed, the pain was too much for her. She screamed and cried… But when a light filled the room. Out of the light came her beloved Rhaegar. All the pain was gone. He lifted her up in his arms, and he carried her away as he had so long ago. Away from all the pain and suffering.

She smiled she was happy and everything was good. No more pain…