Disclaimer: I do not own the A Song of Fire and Ice book series or the HBO series Game of Thrones. I only own Cassia and the idea to create this story.


Cassia followed Lord Ned and King Robert down into the crypts, being very quiet as well as staying a good bit away. So, they don't hear her feet so closely behind them. Looking around her, she took in the thousands of candles lite around certain statues. At the bottom of each one, their name was engraved on the stone.

Edwyle Stark - Father of Rickard Stark

Rickard Stark - Father of Brandon, Ned, Benjen and Lyanna Stark

Brandon Stark - Son of Rickard and brother to Ned, Benjen and Lyanna Stark

Now, Rickard stood out the most. Mostly because of the last name on his last of children. Lyanna.

Realizing that the two men she was following had stopped in front of a certain statue, Cassia decided to hide behind the one of Rickard. Seeing as he was the only one farther away where there wasn't as many candles so, they won't see her in the darkness.

Peeking around the statue, she watched as the King took out what she guessed with either an Eagle or Hawk's feather and laid it in the stone hand before looking up to see its face. She could see the sadness from where she was hiding.

"Did you have bury her in a place like this? She should be on a hill somewhere, with the sun and the clouds above her." King Robert mused, his voice filled with sorrow.

"She was my sister. This is where she belongs." Ned stated, looking at his old friend.

"She belonged with me." The King told him, causing Cassia to remember certain things that Eira told her about her Mother.

"Your Mother was King Robert's betrothed before she met Rhaegar. And when she left her home to be with him, Robert believe it to be kidnapping and killed your Father at the Trident."

As she thought to herself, she was figuring things out in her mind before hearing the gruff voice of the Ruler of Westernos.

"In my dreams, I kill him every night." He continued as she quietly swallowed out of fear and remembrance. In her dream, she watched him kill her Father, Rhaegar before killing herself. She just prayed to the old Gods that he didn't have a dream of a girl with black and silver curls at the Trident after killing him.

"It's done, your Grace. The Targaryens are gone." Ned insisted, obviously trying to tell him to calm his nerves. And protect the little Dragon that was eavesdropping, unknown to him.

"Not all of them." King Robert said with unshed tears and hatred in his voice, referring to Cassia's Uncle Viserys and Aunt Daenerys. Rhaegar's siblings who were in the East in exile.

"Speaking of those spineless Dragons, what be the tale of the girl I saw standing next to Jon with the mismatched eyes?" He asked about Cassia herself, causing her heart to jump into her throat.

'Please, let him stay true to his word.' She thought to herself sinking back behind the statue, biting her lower lip hard enough to almost make it bleed.

"Cassia Ravenfyre, your Grace. She came to us not to long ago, looking for her Mother. She is a distant relation to a Targaryen bastard, the four times great granddaughter to be exact. Sadly, the blood was strong enough to curse her with the eye and hair of a Targaryen." Ned explained as the King arched a brow.

"Hair?"

"Yes, well the left side of her hair is black as night, the right is the Targaryen silver." He stated, and Cassia peeked around the statue again to see the King's reaction.

"She.. must be a distant relation to the Starks as well, Ned. Cassia looks a lot like her." King Robert mused, reaching up and she guessed lightly touching the statue.

The two men stood there and spoke for a while longer before walking towards where she was to leave. Quickly yet quietly moving to crouch down behind the statue, Cassia kept her breathing calm and soft with her mismatched eyes closed. Just relaying on her ears, she heard the lighter set of footsteps stop by Rickard's statue before walking away. Once both the sound of footsteps and the King's loud voice, she stood up and emerged from behind the stone.

Looking in the direction they went to make sure that they weren't coming back, Cassia turned her attention to the statue they were in front of.

The closer she got to it, the more the scent of roses filled her senses. And she even saw Winter Blue Roses around the statue in a garland. Once she was fully in front of the statue, she saw the name engraved on it.

Lyanna Stark - Daughter of Rickard and sister to Ned, Benjen and Brandon Stark.

Cassia's lilac and gray eyes went up the stone dress and when she reached the neck of the statue, she saw the rose necklace she had found carved into the stone. Her heart jumped into her throat once more as she went higher.

As soon as she saw the full face of the statue, she fell to her knees in awe with tears in her eyes.

"Mother.." She mused, remembering how the woman that saw the other day and in her dream looked. And now seeing this statue confirmed what she's been wondering.

Lyanna Stark was her Mother, meaning that she was indeed a Dragonwolf. As well as a Stark.

"I'm just what she called me now, the Dragonwolf." Cassia said with a smile, letting the tears fall freely down her pale cheeks.

Just like that, she instantly felt Lyanna with her to guide and protect her. Standing up, she walked closer to the stone figure and studied her features and could see where she looked just like her. The only three difference now would have to be her height and her eyes and hair.

"I know it must have broken your heart to see me being carried away but, Eira took good care of me. She would always tell me how much I was like you in so many ways, though she never told me who you were or where you were from until almost four weeks ago. When the Golden Lion of Lannister, Jaime came to kill me." Cassia told the figure of her Mother, as if she was standing there alive listening.

She continued to talk while lighting an un lite candle and even brushing her fingers over the flames. Just to stop when she heard something, unknowingly keeping her fingers over almost in the fire.

After staying quiet for a while, she saw a rat run across the floor causing her to sigh in relief before feeling a warm sensation on her fingers. Looking back at the candle, Cassia's eyes went wide seeing them in the flame but, she narrowed her eyes in confusion. Why wasn't it burning her skin?

"Fire cannot harm a Dragon. The Targaryen families have Dragon Blood in their veins. Aerys the Mad King was a Dragon, as was your Father, Rhaegar."

The young Dragonwolf laughed softly, taking her hand from above the flame. Gazing over at her Mother's grave, she kissed its stone cheek before leaving the crypts in a somewhat joyful daze.

And in this daze, she had lost track of where she was heading. Instead of going to the part of the castle where her room was, she wandered into the Guest Keep.

Once she realized where she was, it was too late. A certain someone had spotted her.

"I'd know those eyes anywhere.. Still filled with hate towards me, little Targaryen?"

Why him.. Why now?


This is going to be so much fun!

Jaime catches Cassia in the Guest Keep, what shall ever happen to her?

Well, she officially knows that she is a Dragonwolf like the ghost of Lyanna said she was. And that she is a Dragon so..

What is your precidion on what will happen to Cassia in the next chapter?

I'm dying to know!

Until next time, my Thronies!