"Robb? Rhaenys? Jon?"

Bran slowly blinked his eyes open, seeing his brother, his good-sister and his half brother all standing around his bed. Summer was at the foot of his bed, licking his foot. Grey Wind and Ghost were sitting with their brother, curled up together.

Rhaenys had a thoughtful look on her face, her purple eyes narrowed. Robb was standing next to her, his arm around her waist, almost like he was supporting her.

"Bran!" Jon exclaimed, grinning. "It's good to see you again."

"Good to see me?" Bran echoed, looking between his family. "What happened?"

Robb's eyes narrowed. "You don't remember what happened?"

Bran slowly shook his head. Summer whined quietly before nudging his nose into Bran's fingers.

"You fell," Rhaenys spoke, finally looking at him with an expression that Bran had never seen on her before. Her mind was definitely on other things, maybe dragon things Bran thought. "From the old tower? The one that you promised Lady Stark that you wouldn't climb while the king and his entourage was here?"

"I fell?" Bran said, raising an eyebrow. "I never fall."

"You don't remember anything." Rhaenys looked at him, watched him nod, before sighing. "We'd best go get Lady Catelyn and Lord Stark. She'll be glad to see him awake."

"Rhaenys?" Robb asked, his blue eyes worried. "Are you alright?"

"I think… I need to go to the Wall," Rhaenys finally remarked after a few minutes of silence. Bran watched as she pulled her hair back with a tie, the horse tail of curly black hair messy and ruffled.

"To the Wall?" Robb said.

Rhaenys nodded, her mind still reeling from the voice that she had heard through Bran. She felt Robb's fingers on her hip tighten, pulling her closer to his side in worry.

"Why to the Wall?" Robb questioned. "It's not-"

"If you were about to say it's not safe for a lady to go-"

Robb grinned, shook his head. "You have dragons, Rhaenys. I was not about to say it's not safe. You also have three sworn shields, one of whom is the deadliest in the seven kingdoms. And… you'll have me too, if you really think we should go to the Wall."

"Your Grace."

Robert turned, seeing Ned walk towards him in the courtyard. He was followed by Lady Catelyn and Ser Rodrik, the master at arms of Winterfell. "Ned! Why the hold up?"

"I have decided to not go with you," Ned spoke, his grey eyes tight with apprehension.

"What is this? You agreed to be my Hand," Robert asked, watching as his lady wife stepped up into the wheelhouse along with their kids. Joffrey was already on his horse, smiling idly. "You cannot be like this."

"Your Grace, I am needed here," Ned replied, gesturing to the castle around them. "Winter is coming and I will need to help our bannermen prepare for it."

"Winter is not coming soon, Ned. Gods damn your house motto. You are my oldest friend!"

Ned stayed right where he was. "Choose your brother to be your Hand. He will be much better suited to the position than I would be."

"Ned, you're respected in the capital. You're the man who rode beside me in the war against Rhaegar," Robert retorted, glancing beyond Ned to where Robb had left the keep. Rhaenys Stark was right next to Robb, her purple eyes almost daring him to make his next comment. "This is the dragonspawn's doing, isn't it?! Mark my words. She will bring down this castle with her very words."

Rhaenys didn't even flinch, the very image of an innocent lady wife to her lord husband. The men behind her though… The former knights of the kingsguard all dropped their hands to their blades, flanking Rhaenys and Robb. Robb's direwolf let out a low growl, stood in the middle of the two.

"Your Grace, Stannis will be a very able Hand of the King. You can trust him," Ned spoke, drawing Robert's attention again. "I will continue being your loyal Warden of the North."

Robert stared down at his friend then urged his horse out of the gate of Winterfell, not even noticing that they were down one knight of the kingsguard.

The dinner that evening was a low key affair, with just the Stark family in residence, it was quiet and happy. The news that Bran had woken up had spread throughout the keep and castle and with the king gone, it was just down to a quiet group.

Rhaenys jumped a little at her seat as she felt a warm body lean against her legs, this one a scaly body instead of furry. Her dragons had been overjoyed to be let out, had let out roars as loud as they could when she had let them out of her quarters. Aliandra had not left her side since the she-dragon had walked out, peering up at everyone suspiciously.

Her now four sworn shields stood at the two exits to the hall, two at each point. Ser Barristan had stood wide-eyed, staring at the dragons when she had introduced him to them. She rather thought that mayhaps Arthur or Oswell hadn't said anything about them but the old knight had just shook his head fondly, glad to be back with his former brothers.

"Lord Stark?"

Eddard glanced up from his meal, turning to look at her. "Yes, Lady Rhaenys?"

"I am leaving to go to the Wall tomorrow," Rhaenys said, her eyes narrowed in consideration.

Lord Stark peered at her, taking in her body language. She had been quiet ever since the king had left, taking a walk with Arya in the godswood alongside her dragons and Nymeria. Catelyn had been subtle about it but she had been grateful that Ned had chosen not to go. Sansa though… she had been beyond disappointed to not be going to court.

"Very well. Is there anything amiss?"

"I need to speak with my great-great-great uncle," Rhaenys explained. "I have questions that are best answered in person, not by letter."

Eddard's eyes widened. "I had forgotten that Maester Aemon was a Targaryen. I believe your father often wrote Maester Aemon too. Alright. You will leave tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"I will go with her, father," Robb said. "I would like to see the Wall too."

"I will too," Jon spoke.

Arya watched as Jon, Robb, Rhaenys, Ser Arthur, Ser Barristan, Ser Oswell and Ser Gerold mounted their horses the next morning. The humans and horses were joined by two direwolves and three dragons, now unspelled and tall. The dragons reached up to the height of the horse's stomachs, dangerous and deadly in their own right.

The keep and castle was now free of the rodent problem it was having, thanks to the presence of the dragons. Ned had also quietly asked one of the northern farmers around Winterfell to regularly sell them meat, several pounds of it since the dragons were eating a lot and growing quickly.

"Arya…" Rhaenys trailed off, looking down at her. "Look after Balerion for me?"

Arya rolled her eyes but nodded. "Balerion only lets you near him but I'll do my best."

Rhaenys stared at her before nodding, looking over to where Lord Stark was standing. "Any message you want us to deliver?"

"Say hi to Benjen," Lord Stark replied, his eyes narrowed. "Lord Tyrion went to the Wall with the king too so be wary."

"We will, father," Robb said.

"I rather had a good feeling about Tyrion," Rhaenys remarked, shrugging a little before turning her horse towards the gate. Aliandra, Lyandra and Morgana squealed out and ran ahead with…

Arya watched, her eyes widening, as Aliandra took to the air with a few swoops of her wings. Rhaenys stopped her horse and watched too, her purple eyes wide, as the two other dragons took to the air too. Some of the horses in the courtyard spooked, whinnying in fright before being calmed down by their riders or by the stablemaster.

"Amazing," Robb trailed off, his eyes on the dragons. "I didn't know they would be able to fly this fast."

"They are almost four months old," Rhaenys spoke, grinning widely before urging her horse through the gate. The dragons circled above, almost like they were getting used to being able to be in the air, being free. "Lily!"

The red dragon called out, roaring loudly, before swooping down, landing on the gatehouse and scaring the Stark guardsmen on top of it. A few men dropped their hands to their blades before slowly relaxing when the dragon didn't do anything untowards.

Rhaenys laughed and cantered out through the gate of Winterfell, her dragons flying above the group.

As they passed through various small villages, Rhaenys urged her dragons to stay hidden, stay in the air. The three dragons looked like birds as they climbed into the air, into the sky, looping between the clouds playfully. A lot of the people who lived in the villages knew who she was and they definitely knew who Robb was, along with Jon. They knew that Rhaenys and Robb had been married only a week ago.

The smallfolk stayed away from Ghost and Grey Wind but bowed to Robb as he passed them. They stayed at a small inn one night, with their presence being the talk of the town. Rhaenys shared a bed with Robb, waking up to a kiss on her forehead.

She looked into Robb's eyes, smiled slightly, leaned into him and rocked a little. Robb gasped, his eyes going wide with arousal. Rhaenys grinned at his heated look and startled a little as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him, bucking up a little.

Rhaenys inhaled sharply, her body alive with pleasure, dropped her hands down to his bare chest. Robb stared up at her, his eyes soft with admiration and fondness and mayhaps the beginning of love.

Jeor Mormont looked out through the gap in the gate to see a group of horses and their riders coming towards Castle Black. Ahead of the group was Robb Stark and his new lady wife, Rhaenys Stark née Targaryen. Jon Snow, Lord Stark's bastard was behind them, with two direwolves trotting alongside.

The four men behind them were Stark bannermen, until Jeor looked closer. His eyes widened at the sight of the four former kingsguard. He had met with Ser Arthur once or twice over the years but to see all four men… was quite something. He was not expecting Ser Barristan though.

"Open the gates," Jeor called back, noting that Samwell Tarly, their newest recruit, had fallen onto the dirt ground again. The late morning sun shone on the castle, making the light breeze warm.

The gate creaked open and Ser Alliser Thorne walked over to stand beside him. "Isn't that Lord Stark's heir?"

"It is."

Jeor watched as the party walked in, stopping their horses and dismounting. The two direwolves prowled around the courtyard, sniffing everything and occasionally growling.

Rhaenys Stark walked over to him, stopping in front of him. The former knights of the kingsguard flanked her while Jeor saw Jon past them out of the corner of his eyes. "Lord Commander."

"Lady Stark. To what do we owe your visit to?"

"I want to meet with my old uncle," Rhaenys remarked, looking around the keep. "I have some questions that need to be answered."

"Your old uncle?" Jeor repeated, gesturing her up a flight of stairs to his office. Rhaenys and Robb followed, along with one direwolf and four knights.

"Maester Aemon," Rhaenys explained. "You had a deserter a few months ago, correct?"

"We did. You would know just as much about that business as we do," Jeor replied, as they walked into his office. Two of the former kingsguard stayed at the door while the other two flanked Robb and Rhaenys. "He was talking nonsense when he ran."

Rhaenys nodded.

"How often do you have deserters?" Robb asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not very often. Three or four per year and as of now, no one deserter was talking nonsense like he was. The White Walkers haven't been seen in thousands of years."

Rhaenys had asked Robb what the deserter had spoken of on the ride over. Her dreams came back to her, flashes of icy blue eyes. She shivered before turning her attention back to the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. "Where is the maester's quarters?"

"He usually works in his tower," Jeor answered, pointing out the lone window towards the tower to the west. "That is where the ravens are kept and where his library is. Are you planning on staying the night?"

"Yes," Robb spoke. "Jon and I wanted to see the Wall. Rhaenys wanted to talk to her great uncle."

"Lady Stark," Jeor said, a note of warning in his tone.

Rhaenys raised an eyebrow.

"Lord Tyrion Lannister is also here," Jeor offered. "Be wary."

"I heard. I'll be careful."

"Maester?"

Rhaenys hesitantly knocked on the open door in front of her, the caws of crows meeting her ears as she entered.

"Yes, my dear. Come in."

Rhaenys entered, seeing Maester Aemon sitting down at the table at the far end of the room, reading a book. Aemon peered up at her, or rather, a space near her head. He was blind, that much she knew.

"There are not many women who come into Castle Black," Aemon remarked, his voice gravely and old.

"I…" Rhaenys trailed off then steadied herself when she saw Robb coming up the stairs to the tower. Robb had stayed behind to see what Jon was up to. "Not many are Targaryens too, I suppose."

Aemon froze, haphazardly standing up. "Rhaenys?"

"Yes, it's me." Rhaenys took a step closer, standing in front of the table. "I'm sorry about-"

"My dear, do not worry about not coming to see me," Aemon whispered, taking a step and Rhaenys closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms gently about Aemon. Her great-great-great uncle. "Not many people know that I am a Targaryen. I am glad you came today. I would like to hear everything."

Rhaenys smiled wearily, helping Aemon to sit back down again after they pulled apart. "I married Robb Stark. I don't know if you heard…"

"I did. Do you like him?"

Rhaenys knew Robb was at the door, Grey Wind at his feet, when she replied. "I do. I might be falling in love with him."

Aemon looked at her, his milky white eyes blank, but his lips twitched up into a small smile. "That is good to hear. And what is it that I hear of direwolves south of the wall?"

Robb walked in, stopping beside Rhaenys, his eyes soft. "We found six direwolves in the wolfswood on the way back from dealing with the deserter. Now each of my siblings and Jon have a wolf."

"Robb Stark. Treat my great-great-great niece well."

"Yes, Maester Aemon. I plan on it."

"Aemon…" Rhaenys trailed off, stroking Grey Wind's ears as the wolf came up to her, placed his head on her lap.

"Yes, my dear?"

"I also… hatched three dragons."

Aemon gasped. "You hatched dragons?"

"Yes. There are three dragons alive in Westeros now. They stayed back a ways before the castle."

Aemon stared at her, unseeing, but thinking. "How did you do it?"

"Fire and Blood. That's our motto. I shed some of my blood and lit the eggs on fire."

"Do you think you could… No, it's too dangerous. What are their names?"

"Lyandra, for my mother. Aliandra. Morgana. They're red, silver and lavender. They're about four months old and they can fly."

Aemon sighed wistfully. "If only your father had seen this. Rhaegar and I often wrote each other. He knew one child of his was to be the Prince That Was Promised."

"Wasn't Rhaegar thought to be the Prince of the prophecy?" Robb questioned, exchanging a glance with Rhaenys.

"He was, for a time," Aemon replied. "He believed that it would be his son. Mayhaps it's you."

Rhaenys froze. "What."

"Valyrian pronouns can be interchangeable," Aemon explained thoughtfully. "The Prince could be a Princess. The Pact of Ice and Fire. It finally came through."

"Hmm?" Rhaenys spoke.

"During the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon went to the Starks to gain their men for his mother, Princess Rhaenyra. In return for their backing, a princess of House Targaryen would marry a Stark. The Pact of Ice and Fire. It never came to fruition until now."

"Well, I was a hostage. I don't think that counts."

"It does, despite the fact that our house is in exile. What of your mother's house? Do they know of you?" Aemon questioned.

Rhaenys shook her head then remembered that Aemon couldn't see her. "I want to go to Dorne sometime soon. Aemon, I did come here for a specific reason, not just to say hi."

"Ask away."

"I… I was healing Bran," Rhaenys started hesitantly. "I've been taking lessons with Maester Luwin but I… I heard a voice in my mind."

Aemon blinked. "My dear?"

"Rhaenys?" Robb asked, taking a step to close the distance between them and reaching out entwine their fingers together. "That's why you startled while healing Bran."

"You believe me?"

"I would be stupid not to," Robb answered, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "What did this voice sound like?"

"It sounded cold, ancient and male. It also… knew me, knew of me. It also said that winter was coming."

Robb's eyes narrowed.

Aemon stared at her, his hand dropping to the book on the table. "Did you recognize the voice?"

"No. But it seemed to be coming from North of the Wall."

"Hmm…" Aemon trailed off.

"The voice also said… to send Bran Stark to him."

"Send Bran to him?" Robb repeated. "What does your voice know of Bran?"

"I don't know. If I knew I wouldn't be asking Maester Aemon," Rhaenys grumbled. "I'm not all knowing just because I hatched dragons."

Robb let out a small huff of laughter, laying a kiss on her forehead. "I didn't think you were, my lady."

Rhaenys muttered something under her breath about Starks and Robb grinned.

"It sounds like… It can't be him though. He disappeared beyond the wall several years ago," Aemon remarked.

"Him? You know who it could be?" Rhaenys questioned.

"Lord Bloodraven," Aemon said thoughtfully.

At their questioning silence, Aemon explained. "He was one of the Great Bastards. Lord Brynden Rivers. He became Lord Commander in 239AC and disappeared past the Wall in 252AC. People used to say that he had a thousand eyes."

"How would he be able to speak to me, to Bran? I did see a crow but I don't know if that is connected."

Aemon dipped his head in a nod. "The three eyed crow. There is a book about the creature somewhere. It is a legend, just like the children of the forest. My dear… Are you planning on taking the throne?"

Rhaenys started, her eyes widening. "No, of course not! Why do you ask?"

"According to Dornish customs, you would be the heir to the throne. They do not care if the first born is a girl or boy. And you were Rhaegar's first born, if I recall correctly."

Rhaenys stared at Aemon, feeling Robb stare at her too. "No. I don't have any urge to take the throne. Even with my dragons."

Aemon nodded. "What of your aunt and uncle? Have you heard anything of them?"

"I…"

A crow interrupted what she had been about to say, the bird flying into the rookery. Aemon stood up on shaky legs and retrieved the letter attached to its leg. He walked over towards them, held the letter out towards Rhaenys. She took it, glanced at Aemon, before opening it. "It says that Stannis has been elected to be Hand for his brother."

"Lord Stark stayed in Winterfell then?" Aemon questioned.

"Rhaenys talked him into staying in the North," Robb remarked. "We are all grateful for that."

Aemon grinned. "You are the true daughter of Rhaegar and Elia. I suspect the realm will see good things of you, Rhaenys Targaryen."

AN: For the dragon size, think something a little smaller than GoT season 3 but not by much.