Yes Adara is from the Ice Dragon by George RR Martin. I think she's like four or something in the Ice Dragon though. Or seven. I can't remember. She's a kid. I just thought since he was the only rider of an ice dragon, I'd add her I made her more kind of older and meaner and... well not meaner but... stronger? Um... Wise? I'm debating whether or not to have Bran re emerge from the cave with the three eyed crow or if he should get killed or if we should see Adara enter the cave with the Singers/Children of the forest.
Jon
"Lord Snow!"
"Jon!"
"Lord Snow!"
"Jon Snow!"
"Lord Jon Snow!"
"Jon!"
The world. Is it spinning? Is it upside down? Do I care? Does it even matter now?
"Rhaenys! He's over here. What happened?" Jon turned slowly to the sound of the voice and saw the blue haired Targaryen that was only one year older than him.
"Young Griff?" Jon asked barely conscious.
"He's alive!" Aegon Targaryen exclaimed looking up at his sister who had run over to help.
Jon felt a warm hand feel his chest. "Ice. In the heart." Rhaenys said. Jon turned slowly. He saw her silver hair blowing around in the breeze. She was wearing a black gown and black cloak and red three headed dragon on it. He looked down in the snow and saw he was wearing the same cloak. How silly we must look all matching! Jon laughed.
"Can you heal it?" Aegon asked worriedly. "Quickly before he looses it?"
"I can try, but-" she paused and listened.
"But what?"
"I've never seen anything like this. Hold on Jon." Rhaenys stood up and looked around. The flurry had cleared.
"Seven hells." Argon gasped as he saw the wildling camp frozen in a massive block of ice miles wide.
"The Ice Dragon." Rhaenys gasped.
Jon looked up at the sky.
"Defrost the wildling camp. Take Rhaegon. Go! Hurry!" Rhaenys ordered. She worked on healing Jon's heart as Aegon jogged towards Rhaegon.
"Stop! Stop!" Jon yelled wide eyed to Aegon as he saw a shadow growing larger in the sky. His yell came out in barely a whisper. He saw Adara coming. For Aegon. She would kill him if she could.
Finally Rhaenys turned to what made Jon so frightened. "No!" Rhaenys thawed Jon's heart then cast some spell that was deflected by Adara in a blinding light. Aegon fell as Jon stood up revived and alive.
The three sprinted to their dragons.
"We have to kill her!" Rhaenys yelled to her brother mounting Drogon.
"No! We need to talk!" Jon replied from Viserion.
"People are dying Jon!" Rhaegar yelled as Aegon melted the Wildlings. Adara flew her ice dragon towards Aegon. Rhaenys intercepted the ice dragon and protected itself with flames.
"There's no time!" Rhaenys added.
"Adara!" Jon yelled.
"You know her name?" Rhaenys screamed as Adara turned.
"Adara follow me!" Jon yelled. He flew further north. Adara looked at Rhaenys and Aegon then took after The Lord Snow.
Maybe- I can talk to her about winter. Maybe it won't have to be so long. Maybe she knows what's going on. Maybe- just maybe- she knows the ending to this song.
Sansa
"What's happening?" Rickon asked.
"I heard someone say Iron Born were attacking us." Arya replied.
"Ser Jaime will crush them like father did years ago." Sansa said.
"But Ser Jaime isn't father." Arya replied.
"I have orders to get you out of here. We need to flee rock." The imp said appearing. Tyrion had two Lannisters men dressed in common clothes with them.
Rickon looked at Sansa for answers.
"Go with lord Tyrion." Sansa ordered. They were huddled in a vegetable cart and a tarp was thrown over them and they began the ride.
The battle never ceased outside. Sansa heard the screams while Arya and Rickon tried to sleep. She saw the look on Tyrion's face. Something was happening. Something more than JUST a battle.
"Tell me. I can handle it. I'm not a little girl anymore."
"Your brother will be Lord of Winterfell, you will be Regent Lady until he is old enough to marry and Me-"
"You will be Lord Regent."
"I promise, I won't pull any strings." Tyrion swore.
He deceived me. The whore was right. "Did you talk to Tysha?"
"She hates me. I don't suppose you do too." Tyrion replied.
"I should have known. Even then I should have known. It's only my claim you wanted. House Lannister-"
"Could have taken your claim long ago. My lord father could have married Cersei to Brandon if he wanted the north. Could have married Jaime to Lyanna. He didn't. The north does not interest us. You will have Winterfell."
"Will our aunt try to kill us again?" Sansa asked.
"The greatest Sin is Kinslaying. Her advisers scared her into fleeing."
"How is that possible if she's their lady?"
"They serve Winterfell. Not any Stark that comes across, only The Lord Rickon and his regents." Tyrion said.
"How would you know this? What if its all a lie. Bait for a trap?"
"Would I lie to you?"
"Yes." Sansa hated him even more now. How could he even think to take us back after we've only been gone for ten days now. How could we go back to being dragon treats?
That night Tyrion went to stretch his legs. Sansa told Arya everything but Rickon was still too young.
"We should run." Arya suggested.
"But where would we run to? Every lord or lady would turn us into Lord Tyrion or worse, the Crown." Sansa relied.
"True. Then what can we do?" Arya asked.
Sansa thought for a moment. "Fight. You have needle. I can find a sword of some sort."
"I never thought you were the fighting type."
"I'll do what I must to help us survive."
"I can do the fighting. You take care of Rickon. See if you can find Osha in the dungeons.
"If she isn't already killed." Sansa said darkly.
"Osha isn't dead."
"How would you know, little brother."
"She's my protector. If she dies. I die. She's not dead because I'm not dead." Rickon said sitting up. How long was he awake? How long was he listening.
"Well, children? Shall we continue our journey?" Tyrion asked appearing with his ugly head beneath the tarp.
Sansa looked at him and said nothing. The wagon began to trot at a steady pace as they continued along the road north.
Jon
Jon slid down from Viserion and sat beneath the wing of the dragon. Waiting. They were just on the north side of the wall. They heard the Ice Dragon coming. It was followed by an army of thousands of wights and at leash two hundred Others.
"I told you you cannot win Jon Snow. You cannot stop me." Adara turned to break the wall. "You can't stop winter from coming."
"No! Adara it doesn't have to be this way. You're the one who said there has to be balance. The Long Night and Winter, it's not balanced with anything Adara."
"What do you suggest?" Adara asked looking down.
"Let me ride the ice dragon. You can ride Viserion."
"A southerner cannot ride the ice dragon.
"I'm not a southerner." Jon Snow replied.
"Anyone from south of the wall is a southerner."
"You're from south of the wall." Jon knew he was right.
"What is your plan IF I let you ride the ice dragon?"
"I'll make Aegon and Rhaenys believe I defeated you so they'll trust me a little more then try to negotiate some sort of balance."
"What will you do to make me trust you a little more?"
Jon looked down. She's smart. Jon saw no way out now.
"Adara, I cannot make you trust me but hear this. The sons of killers aren't always killers. Bean the builder built the wall. I did not. Aegon the Conqueror burned down the Trees. Not me. No Aegon IV. Please. I you keep the Others north. If you can keep them from killing the innocent, we'll never hurt you. You can trust my brother will be just. He will be a good king that will bring peace. He was not taught ruling was his by right. He was taught ruling was his destiny to being peace.
"Have your brother come swear these vows to me. That he will leave us be."
"He will even make peace to the trees."
"You have two days to retrieve your brother Aegon Targaryen IV. A moment longer and I send the Others and the Long Night south on your Seven Kingdoms. I'll even have your Wildling Girlfriend haunt you in your sleep."
"Strike hard and true, Jon Snow or I'll come back and haunt ya." Ygritte said to me. A wight with red blood in her red hair appeared with a bow and arrow. Her face was slashed open and her arm nearly severed but sewn back on.
Jon couldn't look at Ygritte's reanimated corpse ready to shoot arrows at him so he jumped on Viserion and took off. He looked back at Adara's dead army. She's a mad woman. I should have killed her and finished the task of defeating the others. But she's still living. And she has Ygritte's body.
Jaime
The battle ceased. Everyone was worn out on both sides. The IronBorn's ships were all sunk. Their only advantage or hope to escape was gone. They should die or be killed within a fortnight. Jaime was in a room made for Lyanna. She suffered a shallow cut to the leg but otherwise was unharmed. Her the blood was washed from her hair and she was bathed. Of all the night gowns they offered her, she chose the grey of the direwolf she pulled up her skirt and adjusted the bindings. The maestro said it was shallow as did she but Jaime saw too much blood to be something small.
Suddenly she realized she was being watched and whipped around.
"Pardon me M'lady. I wanted to see that your accommodations were to your liking." Jaime said.
"Quit with the formalities. No one's here but us. Are the girls gone?" Lyanna asked with a sigh.
"Tyrion took them with our two best swords. They should be at Winterfell within the week."
Lyanna looked relieved as she sat down and poured some wine.
"You were bleeding an awful lot for just a small cut." Jaime commented. "Are you alright?"
"It's my moons blood, you golden fool. I'm sure your sister bled too." Lyanna replied.
"Forgive me. I forgot." Jaime said turning away blushing.
"That's 'cause you never think."
That's not true. I've been thinking a lot lately. About Tyrion. About Rock. About Cersei. Brienne. The Starks. The Others. The Targaryens that are actually living? The dragons that are apparently battling the Others at this very moment...
"Ser Jaime, are you listening to me?" Lyanna asked waving her hand in front of his face.
"Sorry. I was thinking."
"Don't mock me. What state is King's Landing in? Who sits on the bloody iron throne?"
"Tommen Baratheon. Son of Cersei and..." Me. "Robert Baratheon."
"If I've read correctly all the raven scrolls at Winterfell, every seat in the small council has been changed out very frequently in the past weeks. The Kingsguard is no longer for life but as long as the Queen favors thee... What else weakens the Crown?"
This is treason if I told her. She wants to kill them all probably. "Tywin Lannister and Kevan Lannister are deceased."
"I'm sorry for your loss." She said resting her hand on Jaime's.
"Why?"
"He was your father, wasn't he? Don't you miss him? I nearly died when I heard what happened to mine." Lyanna said.
My father made me learn how to read. He was cruel and hated my little brother Tyrry.
"Thank you for your sympathies." Jaime said looking down ever so slightly. She removed her hand and placed it in her own lap. He thought about the feeling. Her hand was cold. Cold but soft. Soft and comforting. Jaime almost wished her hand was still on his again.
"Will you stay here?" Jaime asked. "At Casterly Rock."
"What do you mean?"
"Will you stay here while my brother rules Winterfell until it can be given to Rickon?"
"That won't be a for a long time, you'll grow bored of me. I've already told you my plans. I'll go to Dorne and-"
"I won't let you be a paramour of some fancy lord." Jaime said firmly grabbing her shoulder with his golden hand and cupping her jaw. "I will love you. You will stay where it's safe. I will make you my hostage if I have to." Jaime said darkly. What lust overcame him? He wasn't sure but he too thought it was frightening.
Lyanna slapped him then ran to grab her sword.
"Stay away from me!" She screamed.
What have I done? Did I really just say that. Did I just really threaten to hold hostage the woman I think I love? Seven Hells-
"Leave!" She screamed.
She's afraid of me now. Why on earth did I tell her I loved her? I guess it makes sense she's frightened of the word love. Last time someone told her that, and she listened, it started a war.
She was distraught when Jaime left her chambers, but he knew she wouldn't shed a tear or cry for him or anybody. When Jaime returned to his chambers, he found a note.
Jaime,
Mace Tyrell assumed regency. He decided his daughter was old enough to be queen. The Doe Eyed Whore decided to send me back to Casterly Rock away from my son. Tell me we can make more babies. I won't be able to live without my son. Please Jaime. Please at least tell me you miss me. I love you. I do. Send me something. Please! I should be there in fourteen days.
Cersei
The note was sent with a rider who rode for nineteen hours straight to deliver it to Rock.
This is going to be very awkward. Thought Jaime. My sister will be in the same castle as the Northern girl who stole Rhaegar's heart and maybe even my own.
Just read a tweet by GameOfThrones and realized Rhaegon is actually supposed to be Rhaegal... Sorry! ASOIAF has so many bigger better details, that I forgot the proper name of the green dragon of Daenerys.
