"Lyanna, oh sweet Lyanna where is my Visenya Lyanna?" questioned a man with a head of silver hair and eyes of amethyst. The man was clad in castle forged iron with the sigil of a dragon formed of rubies embedded upon the chest piece." I come to you victorious from the trident all so that I may return to you and our daughter but it pains me to see you so"

And that was all to true as the now named Lyanna was not quite the sight she used to be as the pains of birthing had taken its toll on her small frame, the blood soaked gown being a testament to this.

"Oh Rhaegar your beloved Visenya is here although she is not the only one who was awaiting her father's touch" responded the bloody women as she weakly handed a small bundle over to her husband" for she has brought with her a brother, your son who I have yet to name as I awaited your arrival" the woman finished weakly

"A-a son, no…..no this..this was not in the song? My song of Ice and Fire." as if feeling the distraught her father was in visenya reached out for a lock of her father's hair but it was to no avail as he was to far gone in his thoughts. "The dragon must have 3 heads yes? Then where does this one fit in?" he rambled quietly to himself unaware of his wife's slowly holding her child closer to her chest after seeing the strange look in her husband's eye.

"The prince that was promised has already been conceived, then what purpose could you possibly have little one?" he questions to the child as if expecting an answer "hm it matters not so long as it does not interfere with my song." and with that he lifts the babe from his mother's arm after returning the other to her arms.

"He has your hair Lyanna, but his eyes, now where might these emeralds have come from?" he says as he takes in the visage of his son " usually it takes time for these things but how is it that our newborn son's eyes have already settled with colour. Truly curious." and with that he returns the babe.

"Rhaegar what of my brother? What of Ned?" questions Lyanna as she fully comprehends what the end of the war means "please Rhaegar tell me he is alright I could not bear if he were to perish in this war of our making"

"Peace wife, your Lord brother is fine he was not at the battle of the trident and the last I heard he has retreated north with the rest of his bannermen after I disclosed your condition, though it was mostly due to the would be usurpers death that they fled." Rhaegar explained to his worried wife.

"But enough of this weary talk, come Lyanna lets us return to King's Landing, word has it that the Lannisters have taken it upon themselves to act on their own and murder my father all the while saying it was in my name" letting out a sigh Rhaegar continued on with his tirade " as if staying out of the war was not enough they now have the gall to act as if they have done me a favour, even more so expecting me to wed his daughter"

"I-i wish it were so easy my love" whispered Lyanna " but the birthing, t-there were complications, and I had a choice myself or our son so I chose him" she finished as her tears began to fall " had Ser Arthur not told you of my condition, I will be no more by the end of the hour" and with that final piece of information disclosed Rhaegar was surprisingly composed for a man who's wife was on her death bed.

"This certainly changes things then" as if the impending death of his wife meant nothing to him Rhaegar continued on " if you die here the North will demand retribution and my word will mean nothing, say Lyanna do you think you could grant me one final boon and write to your brother of what has occured, that way at least the realm shall be stable after your demise." he asks her stoically

"W-what R-rhaegar, what is wrong with you does my death mean nothing to you ?" shocked by his response to her state Lyanna responds hysterically " I bore you your precious Visenya, and a son as well, I ran away from my family and all I ever knew just to be with you and all you can say is this!" and by the end of her rant both of her children are now crying in distress due to the noise and movement

"Oh Lyanna you truly are special to me afterall you were the one to bring my dear Visenya into this world, without you the dragon would never have had its 3rd head and for that I am grateful" spoke Rhaegar in mock compassionate voice " but you see that is where your use to me ends after all I have what I need and extra baggage is not what I need especially when I have a prophecy to fulfil." and with that said Rhaegar takes his children from their mothers dying arms and begins to walk out leaving the Stark to fade away on her own.

Rhaegar POV

Now what to do with you?

As I look upon the child that should not be yet is plans begin to form and shape within my mind. "hmm maybe I will have use for you yet."

After all the Starks fought to reclaim a Stark mayhaps returning half a Stark will be good enough to temper their rage. Although whatever shall I name you? Hmm now what's this a feather? Peculiar colour I do wonder what creature would drop such a rich coloured feather.

"Aha! This shall be my first and final gift to you, child that should not be, it is decided this feather shall be yours."

And with that I cut a strand of cloth from my trousers and fashioned a necklace for the feather and placed it around the babe's neck

"Now to write to Lord Stark about you and that troublesome mother of yours, and then I can see about getting those eggs from Illyrio"