AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another Genderbent AU featuring Fem!JonxMale!Dany. This is completely different from Fire, Blood and Winter, but will keep some historical elements from that fic. I couldn't resist writing this because, 'Hey, why not.' Since people love these genderswitch fics, I figured there should be more.
Long ago, the White Walkers returned from the farthest reaches beyond the Wall. The undead, led by the Night King, marched on to reclaim the living once more...but the North resisted. Lyra Stark, the Northern Queen, united the Free Folk and all the Houses loyal to her family and prepared for the another Long Night. However, even with the combined forces of the North, she knew they will never survive this war.
At the time of Aegon's Conquest, with the newly declared king urging her to swear fealty to him, Lyra sought him out with the intention to gain his help. Riding on top of her majestic direwolf Winter, she met Aegon in the middle of the battlefield in full view of the armies. She came not to fight or bend the knee, but to show him proof of what gathers beyond the Wall.
Armed with a torch and dragonglass as her protection, she ordered her soldiers to unlock the crate that held the proof, unleashing the undead monster from within. All armies bore witness to the blue eyed monster that attacked the Queen, even when her soldier sliced it in half, it still moved toward her, screeching its inhuman cries for all to hear. Upon demonstrating how such a creature can be killed, Aegon agreed to fight alongside her against the coming winter. But only if she bends the knee to him.
Lyra refused his request, so instead, she made a deal, until after the Long Night has ended, and the White Walkers are vanquished, she will keep her crown, and should they win, whether she survives the battle or not, House Stark shall serve as Wardens of the North. Aegon agreed to the deal, and together, they forged an alliance for survival against the dead.
When winter reached its peak, the armies of Westeros fought against the dead. It was a grueling battle, lives were lost, snow froze, fire burned, until finally, it ended. Queen Lyra and King Aegon fought the Night King together, and with their Valyrian swords, Ice and Blackfyre, they struck the Night King through the heart. The Night King's death ended the Long Night and the White Walkers. The living won, but it came at the cost of the Northern Queen whose heart was infected by the Night King's poisonous icy hand.
On her death bed, with her brother, Torrhen Stark and Aegon Targaryen at her bedside, she acknowledged Aegon worthy of the title of King for saving Westeros. As thanks for ending the White Walkers for good, she gave her crown to Aegon and swore her House to him, and naming her brother as the new Warden of the North. When she breathed her last breath, the sun's light broke through the clouds, the ice and snow turning into spring as the warmth bathed the lands once more.
At Lyra's funeral, citizens and soldiers from far and wide bade the first and last Northern Queen an honorable farewell. Lord Torrhen Stark laid her body with her favorite flower, the winter roses. Aegon, however, surprised the entire North by returning her crown, proclaiming her the Queen of Winter, for she will forever be the wind and snow within the winter for everyone to remember. From that day on, the King and the Warden created a holiday for that one day each year called the Day of the Winter Queen so we remember the sacrifices that were made to help us survive the coldest winters. Some say, when the winds blow on that day, you can smell the winter roses and hear a song being whispered into your ear.
Catelyn closed the book as she finished reading the story to her children. Robb completely dozed off in bed with Arya and Bran leaning against him while Lyra stayed up with eyes filled with wonder at the beautiful story with little sleeping Sansa in her arms.
"Is that why there is a statue of Queen Lyra at Torrhen's Square?" Lyra asked in a soft voice she doesn't wake her siblings.
Catelyn smiled, "That's right love, so we know she always watches over us during the coldest winters." she said as she fondly stroked the beautiful young girl's hair.
"Aegon must've really thought highly of her despite her refusal to bend the knee at first." Lyra said, always curious about her namesake and the Conqueror.
"She had very high expectations little one, and she wanted to leave her kingdom in safe hands fore she knew she might not survive the war." Catelyn said, admiring the North's hero figure just as much.
"Will I be as much a warrior as her, Mother?" Lyra asked, looking up at Catelyn innocently.
Catelyn continued stroking the young girl's hair, "Perhaps." was all she said, deep down, she didn't want her daughters to pick up any sword.
Lyra smiled, "I'll work hard not to let my ancestor down then." she declared, pride and honor filling her, making Catelyn breathe out a laugh at the subtle enthusiasm within the little girl.
"I don't doubt that, love." Catelyn said as Lyra leaned into her, her eyes sliding shut as her Mother hummed to her, the book still laying in her lap.
"I just pray you never have to fight in a war." Catelyn whispered to her slumbering children, blood or otherwise as she gazed down at beautiful little Lyra.
it wasn't too crappy. There will be more to the past Lyra and Aegon's relationship than meets the eyes. Hopefully half of you had an inkling about what the Conqueror's actions were about at that funeral. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this enough to favor and review. Stay tuned for more.