They started to see Winterfell in the distance. Aegon was finally going to see his family, though he knew he wouldn't stay long, as Arthur told him that even if Ned Stark would never order a scrap on his nephew, they were still in Robert Baratheon's territory, and that the moment someone else could find out about Aegon's presence Robert would have head north to kill Aegon and the Starks.

"If we're putting them and ourselves in danger then why are we going?" Aegon asked, with a surprisingly northern accent.

"I told you Egg, I made a promise to your uncle to protect you, and a promise to your mother. Your uncle at least has the right to see what became of his sister's legacy, don't you think? And besides, if we hurry up, no one will know who we are." The knight said, with his smile.

While riding his horse, Egg was thinking about it all, with his brooding face. What was his family going to think of him? Would they like him? And what of Lord Stark? As Lord Stark was one of the few people who knew the truth about Aegon, and he could only use his true name around his uncle, not even with his wife or children. To them he had to say he was the bastard of Ashara Dayne and Ned Stark, and that he was raised in Dorne by the Dayne family.

He knew that Ned Stark had lost against Arthur Dayne trying to find Aegon's mother and that the knight spared him, and allowed him to see Lyanna one last time. He had many questions, and they were going to be answered soon. They were now in front of Winterfell's gate. He looked up at the top of the castle's gates, were a guard was standing.

"Halt, who goes there?" The guardsman asked.

"Tell Lord Stark, his son is here" Arthur told the guardsman.

The guard was looking behind him and seemed to be talking to someone inside the castle walls, as looking for some kind of approval. And then the gates opened. Aegon had kept a nervous hand on Bloodwing's hilt, as he rode inside the castle. Inside was a host of soldiers, lined in ranks, and forming somekind of road that Aegon and Arthur followed. Aegon wasn't sure what to think of the soldiers, who almost looked like statues.

But he still followed the path until he arrrived where stood Eddard Stark, his wife, his children and his court. The children all looked at Aegon, their mother too, though she looked uneasy, as if she didn't want to see Aegon. Arthur and Egg both got off their horses and walked in front of Eddard. Aegon saw all the curious looks at him and he hid his sword under his cloak. But it was too late, it had already caught the eyes of many. He then looked at his uncle, he lookd like an older version of himself.

"Lord Stark" Aegon said, before shaking hands with his uncle, who looked at him into the eyes, with a deep and honest smile. He then made sign for the two guests to follow him.

"I trust Ser Arthur raised you well" His uncle asked, like he already met his nephew before.

"Aye. He did, or else I wouldn't be here."

"You didn't even grew up in the North and you have a northern accent." Ned said, smiling as they entered a small room and he closed the door. Inside the room was a small desk and two chairs. Ned took a seat and made sign for the two companions to take a seat as well. And so they sat, Arthur and Jon on one side, and Ned on the other.

"I showed him your customs. And honor." Ser Arthur said. "Though I also showed him some of the Valyrian customs as well, I even got him a teacher to speak High Valyrian."

Aegon's uncle took a deep breathe and said :

"You do look like your mother."

Aegon was happy to hear that at least he would carry the heritage of the woman who had given birth to him. Then, as he came back to reality, he realized that his uncle was taking a look at his sword. Aegon, who felt like he could trust his uncle decided to unseathe it, and put it on the table, so his uncle could see it. His uncle then leaned in and made sign as if he asked whether he could take the sword, and Aegon gave him a node of approval. Ned Stark took the blade into his hands, examined it and gave it back to his nephew.

"What's its name, and where did you got it?" his uncle asked, looking curious, and handing him over the sword back.

"Bloodwing, Northern Valyria" Aegon replied

"I thought you were keeping him safe." The northern lord said, worried

"I was keeping him safe" Arthur said.

"BY BRINGING HIM INTO THE VALYRIAN PENINSULA?" Ned shouted. "You could have gotten greyscale! He could have contracted Greyscale!"

"But he didn't and I didn't. I had no choice at the time, Dothraki screamers were after us, it's the only place they wouldn't go, they were after us for days." Arthur said it. Aegon didn't knew why, but Arthur could always keep his cool in any situation, and by extension, he could calm the others around him, as Ned Stark calmed down afterwards.

There was a moment of silence and Ned looked at his nephew with tears in his eyes and spoke up : "Lyanna was always wild, she would have wanted her son to go on adventures rather than sit in a castle. Thank you."

"I still hope to make him king one day. He walks around the smallfolk and helps them since he's young. We're fortunate to have him" The Ser simply said

"At least it's the part of his father he retains." Ned said.