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Rhaegar isn't the type of person who is impolite. If he is, then something must have happened between him and the other party. Losing his temper is common, but it happens if the other person is unreasonable. Lya often calls him irritator and not serious, but when it comes to business, he isn't someone anyone wants to mess with. Just like his mother.

This is no different.

When he first met with Ser Brienne, he knocked to see a reaction. But when he knew that he is going to the chambers of Bran Stark, he barged the door open. Not bothering to ask permission.

There, he finds his uncle sitting in his wheelchair, just like in his visions.

Rhaegar had to hold back every ounce of his being to not spring at him. As much as he is at fault in his time, he is not guilty here.

Bran Stark turned to him, "Nephew." He said it coolly, there are still emotions there. Least it's better than no emotions.

He closed the door and walked up to him, pulling a chair to sit right in front of him. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to face his god-forsaken relative, "Uncle." He is doing his best to compose his temper, the way he did to Euron before they found out he murdered his best friend and his family.

They didn't say anything to each other first, merely looking at each other. As much as Rhaegar wanted to give out his snarky remarks, he needs to control his patience. For right in front of him is the very person who banished his father, and probably still possessed by the Night King. For now, he is assessing his movements like a wolf.

Eventually, Bran spoke, "I suppose you have found what you seek." Rhaegar didn't say anything first, merely, twitching his eyebrow up. His uncle opened his mouth again, "You were gone long."

"The longer the better," he retorted, "Before you all banished my mother to her death and turned my father into a fool." He stated that firmly.

Bran didn't say anything, as if accepting the truth. But Rhaegar isn't too sure about it, he sits down patiently waiting for his reply.

And Bran does, "In that future, I suppose I relied on my power too much. I only wanted the Night King gone, but in turn, I too became one."

"Glad you know of that, I'm tired of repeating myself" Rhaegar leaned back to his chair and crossed his arms, "So what do you have to say?"

"I really can't say," his uncle answered, which irritates him, "I am still part of the Three-Eyed Raven, I have been trying to control it better ever since you both came here."

"And how is it coming along?"

"I can't say either," he muttered, "The more I use it, the more it controls me. I couldn't recognize who I was or am, and I suppose it surprised a few people. Meera wasn't happy about it."

"Aye, you broke her heart," Rhaegar agreed, he leaned forward "And I suppose you weren't paying much attention to her ever since she left Winterfell?"

His uncle nodded again, making Rhaegar sigh. "But…. She met you, didn't she?"

"Ahh, so you know something."

"I did a little exploring since you came back," he answered, "But I wasn't able to see it all, some are accessible, and some are not."

"Then I suppose now, you know why we are here," Rhaegar's voice turned deeper and darker, something he'd do when he doesn't want anyone to waste his time. In this case, though, he needs to know if he's not going to banish his father.

Uncle Bran nodded, his face turned more serious if that's the best it can get, "The coming of the second-Long Night."

Rhaegar nodded, "And I suppose you know how he was resurrected."

He nodded again, "Yes."

Just then, a knock came at the door and it opened. Revealing to be the redhead Lady of Winterfell, "Bran, I was told that you were expecting me-" she trailed off when she saw someone else with her brother.

Rhaegar didn't even need to turn to know who is at the door. For her voice and presence sent the hairs at the back of his neck up, like a wolf when it's angry. In this case, he is really doing his best to control his temper. Did his beloved uncle plan this?

He turned to his beloved aunt, glaring at her from the corner of his eye, "Well, look who has descended from on high to mingle with the commoners."

Sansa was starstruck to see him, Rhaegar can see. He had no doubt his parents, uncle, and aunt told her about him. But then again, the proof is more important than words. Her eyes flew wide and she froze, staring at him, "Rhaegar."

He huffed, "Aunt Sansa," he said coolly, there is ice in his tone. His violet eyes look straightly at hers, ensuring that she knows who he truly is. The son of someone she hates… if she still does.

Rhaegar saw her gulping, "You're…. my brother's son. My nephew, Rhaegar." She repeated his name.

He twitches a small smile, but it was devilish and unwelcomed, rather forced. For his so-called aunt to say his name sends an irritation down his gut. Still, he tried to be as friendly as possible, after all, he is in her domain, "Hey Auntie," he greeted, "Or should I call you, My Lady?"

She chuckled at his remark, "Auntie would do just fine, my nephew."

The son of the Dragon and Wolf raised an eyebrow up, That's new. Did his parents and his dearly beloved aunt come to an understanding while they were away? He needs to find out, but without being straightforward. He leaned his back on his chair, "So…. How's fare Winterfell while we are away?"

"As you can see, it's doing fine, thanks to both of you. But we may need more supplies for the people," she answered, "Fortunately, we had aid from the Neck. Though with the Freefolks, I'm afraid I may need to contact Lord Glover again."

Glad you treated them well, he wanted to say. He held his tongue and switched the subject, "Ah, so he has told you of his marriage with my mother?"

"Yes, very exciting news, after all, we have been through," his aunt smiled, "Though I wasn't informed when it would be yet, they only told me that they are waiting for you two."

"I see," he hummed, "So what is the plan of action for Winterfell?"

She clasped her hands together, "I am still seeing through the supplies coming for the people, contacting our allies all over the North, reporting to me and ensuring we have enough armies if ever Cersei is to attack again."

"So, you are taking over my father's job?" he quirked an eyebrow up.

"I like to think of it as temporarily," she answered kindly, Rhaegar can find no hints of sarcasm in her tone, "After all, he needs to be with your mother, especially now that her babes are growing quite well." She smiled before it faded, "And whatever past they saw about you two seem to drain them a lot."

Rhaegar is shocked to hear this part, but he hid it well. His parents never mentioned how much it took their duty away just to find him and his sister's whereabouts and their origins. If this took them a long time, he can't imagine when they continue.

He turned to his Uncle, "How much did my parents see of our past?"

"Until you both were moving to Westeros," His uncle replied, "After that, they have not seen any."

"They went back to their duty as a leader, young prince," Sansa continued for him.

His finger twitched when she called him that, it's hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or genuine. But he still tried to remain his composure, kneading his brow, "I am no prince here, so just call me Rhaegar."

Unexpectedly to Rhaegar, she began to chuckle. He faced his aunt and raised an eyebrow, "What's so funny?"

"You are just like your mother," she smiled at him warmly, "she said the same thing to me weeks ago. I can see that you are truly her son, and you look so much like Jon and Robb. Not to mention, you brood like my brother."

Rhaegar guessed that she wasn't told yet, that's a relief. That may explain why word has not spread about his father's true lineage, or her turning her back from his parents. But her remarks caught him off guard. He ran a hand on his hair, "I get that a lot."

"It's good to know that our bloodline will not end," she said, "We have the same blood flowing in us."

However, those sweet words still didn't shake him. Rhaegar knew betrayal very well, and this has raised many flags for him. This time, he decides to test the water, "Aye, and my mother's too. House Targaryen will rise again."

She nodded and smiled, Rhaegar is still trying to find out whether her smile is genuine or sarcasm, "Yes, the dragons will rise again, especially with you both coming along. With her and my brother, the North will be strong again."

He hummed, Rhaegar is still suspicious. He can't afford to let his guard down, not to someone who was raised by the mad lion, a trickster, and a psychopath. He folded his hand, "Are your people fine with that? That the North pledged their loyalty to a Southerner?"

She gave him a sad smile, "I….. I am sorry that we have not been fair to you, your mother," she sadly said, making him raise his eyebrow, "I know that you have every right to feel angry with us after you have helped the North, we never get to thank you."

Rhaegar was silent for a while before asking, "Did you tell this to my mother?"

She nodded, "I did, I spoke with her, even with your father. We came to an understanding, and I swear to you that I stand by your mother and father. I'll ensure that the North will stand by them."

"She speaks the truth," Bran, who had been silent for quite a while, chimed.

Rhaegar looked from his uncle, then his aunt. This is an unexpected turn, that these two are with them. He was prepared to fight his aunts and uncle if ever they are in the way of the future again. He decided to trust them, he felt his shoulder relaxed a bit, "Alright, good to know, I'm glad," he said, before turning serious, "But a word of caution, if anyone…. Anyone, would dare to harm my mother and father, I will take them out root and stem. This includes everyone in this castle, and in this room."

His aunt looked down sadly, she seems to understand why he said this, "I…. I understand, and I am sorry. I… I thought I was doing what is right for the North…. but I was paranoid with Southerners from coming in and I didn't give your mother a chance," she then looked at his violet eyes apologetically, "I am so sorry, Rhaegar. I was wrong, would you ever forgive me?"

The son of Jon and Daenerys quirked an eyebrow up, sentimental is really something suspicious to him. Especially coming from someone who has been under Cersei and Baelish, is she true to her words. But, if he wants to sniff out a lie, he knows how to get it anyway, so he decided to go with it, "Alright, just be more careful."

She smiled at him, "I am so glad to finally meet you, Rhaegar," she kindly said to him, "You don't know how worried the King and Queen were."

"King?" he repeated in a question.

"Yes, your father will be marrying your mother. So technically, they both will be King and Queen," she explained.

I suppose she means well, he thought. There wasn't any hint of lying from her as well, he repositioned his seat, "Right."

She nodded, "Rhaegar, is it alright if I know what brings you to this time?"

He looked at her firmly, but he didn't shift, "The Second Long Night," he said seriously, "Winter is coming again."

His aunt's face fell, "What?"

"It's true, your sister only killed his shell. But his soul? Well….," he trailed off and looked to Bran. He didn't want to reveal too much yet, this needs to be broken slowly. And it's best to do it when his parents are here too, "I can't say, but he will come again."

The Lady of Winterfell looked mortified, she immediately turned to her brother, "Bran, is this true?"

Unfortunately, he nodded, "Yes."

She gasped, then looked back to him, "When will it happen?"

"Fortunately, Aunt Arya weakened his state, so about a couple of years. But I can't say for sure, some things may trigger his awakening again," he stated, "So we have time to prepare, but still. All the realm must unite in order to fight. The South must come to the North this time, no more lies."

"I see," she hummed, "But how can we defeat him differently this time even if we have the entire realm to fight him? How do we stop him once and for all?"

Rhaegar wanted to so much to tell her that his parents are the key to defeat them, but it's not his place to tell. It has to come from his father's mouth, "There is a way, but first I want my parents here so that I can speak to you all on what is to come. It's going to be a long story and many questions to answer."

"I understand," she said before staring at his violet eyes, "If I may ask, what happened in your future? What did the Night King do?"

He shuddered thinking back of that dreadful day. It was an eternal night, no light nor stars to guide them. He had never felt so hopeless, "Winter came, and it was an eternal winter. No one survived, including you, my aunt. We barely made it here." It was strange to call her his aunt, but it must come to this anyway.

She looked down at her hands then back at him, "What can we do now?"

"I suppose for the moment, we can recover the North for a while," he said, "Maybe you would want to speak with your dear friend from House Glover, who refused to help during the Long Night."

She sat straighter, "That can be arranged," she said it coolly, "Do not fret, I shall handle him," then her face softens, "If I may ask, where is your sister? I would very much like to meet my niece too."

He rested his arm on the armchairs, it's good to hear that this Sansa is a less asshole than the one he knew, "With my parents, let's just say they have a new bodyguard." If Lya hears him say this, she'll definitely yell at him.

She chuckled, "That's good to hear, but why are you here on your own and not with them?"

"Am I not allowed to meet my other family members properly?" he smirked, not wanting to reveal the truth yet. Thankfully, Uncle Bran knows how to keep his mouth shut.

Sansa was about to say something again when they heard a loud roar, followed by beating wings. The mighty beating shook the walls, startling the people in the room. Rhaegar recognizes that roar, he walked to the window and opened them wide, peeking out the landscape.

There he found Daenys airborne, with three people on her back. He squinted to see who it was.

"It's your sister and your parents on the white dragon," his uncle Bran said, making them both look at him, "They are heading towards Castle Black."

For the eggs, he hypothesized. It seems that his father is not growing some balls to face his true self, so that's good. But this means that they left him on his own in the North! Lyanna must be laughing at him by now, he groaned at that thought, "I suppose I'm going to have more time with you all to myself."

"Why are they going to Castle Black?" His aunt asked.

"Fetching some things left there," he answered, as he looked back to where Daenys was last spotted, "There were books that may shed some light on what we may be up against, but why go now? I suppose we'll find out when they get back." Though it seems that his father has finally decided to grow a pair, which is good.

The door burst open, making him turn back, revealing to be Aunt Arya, gasping, "Rhaegar, what's with your dragon? She up and left with your sister and parents!"

"You didn't meet Lya or any of them?" he asked.

"No, I was about to when I heard where they were. But when I was about to leave the castle, they were up on your dragons already."

"I see," Rhaegar sighed, maybe Lya managed to convince him to start thinking about the well-being of himself. Good. He clapped his hands, "Well, that was a good talk. Uncle Bran, if we may, I'd like to have a talk about your Raven powers later."

"Alright," he answered.

Rhaegar nodded, he turned to his redhead aunt, "Aunt Sansa, if I may be excused."

"Of course, my nephew," she smiled at him, "It was a pleasure to finally speak with you."

He nodded again, then he went for the door, "Aunt Arya, may I speak with you for a while?"

"Of course," they left the chambers.

"Are you still keeping our weapons?", Rhaegar asked as they were heading for the stairs.

"Yes, it's in my chambers actually," she answered.

He stopped dead, "My sister went to Castle Black without any weapons?"

His aunt looked at him, "Well, it seems no. But it's not like your father didn't bring his sword as well, and Castle Black has a lot of those, so she should be fine. Not to mention, they have a dragon with them."

That fool, Rhaegar cursed. That's how she plans to up and leave? He sighed, "Please take me to your chambers, I'd like to take her weapon," he requested, "And don't worry, I won't take mine….yet."

Aunt Arya quirked an eyebrow, "What do you want to do with hers?"

"Bringing her a forgotten item," he muttered. As much as Castle Black has weapons, he knows that Lya won't be able to find them properly. Not with her traumatized condition with that dreadful place.

His aunt stared at him in confusion, then she turned back, "Follow me." Aunt and nephew went to another direction together.

Ser Davos was heading back to the castle once he set the carriage back to the stables after their Graces left with their daughter outside the castle. He thought back on the conversation they just discussed.

It had quite a lot of taking on what's to come from what the princess said. They came with a couple of unexpected companions, he needs to make sure that what happened to their other friend doesn't happen again. And while their Graces are away, he needs to think of something to help the people here while they are absent.

As he was entering the gates, the prince and Lady Arya appeared. The young prince held to what it looks like their sword, while the Lady is trying to get his attention.

"What are you planning to do with that sword?" the she-wolf of Winterfell asked his nephew.

"Relax, we won't leave yet. Just when the time is right," Ser Davos can hear him say, then he noticed him, "Ahh, Ser Davos. I was told that our beloved Lord and Queen are out for a stroll?"

If he were to describe the young prince, his personality is quite the opposite of his parents. And yet he has their resemblance, he chuckled, "Aye, they just left actually."

"And I am left here on my own," he grumbled before turning to the sky and gave out a sharp whistle. Not long later, a screech returned its call and a shadow circled them from above. The young prince's eagle flew down and landed on his arm, he then held his sword and slipped a piece of paper between its sheaths, "Torrhen, find Lya, give this to her and stay with them."

The eagle clicked, it flew up a couple of times. Rhaegar held the sword up high and the majestic bird snatches the sword, it beats its wing with ease up and the bird soared high and away. The three of them watched the bird until it became a small dot from a distance, heading to the North.

Ser Davos watched in awe, never had he seen such bird of prey cooperate with men. This boy is full of surprises, well…. his parents are full of surprises. "That was impressive."

"Thanks," he said.

"Rhaegar," a deep strong voice suddenly called to the young prince behind him. The three of them turned to the source, to find Lord Howland Reed. Age may have caught up to him, but his voice didn't make him sound weary.

The young prince smiled and bowed, "Lord Reed, it is an honor to meet you again."

The Lord of the Greywater Watch chuckled, "And I you, my child. I expect my daughter is safe and sound."

"Aye, she is watching over Lady Olenna and helping us to search our other companions," he answered softly, not wanting anyone to hear other than them, "She is very talented, I am honored to meet such a fine ally."

"I am glad," he said.

Ser Davos processed their conversation. The young prince has met the Lord of the Neck? He decided to step in, "Young Prince, if I may…." he interrupts quietly, "You know each other? And did I hear it right that….Lady Olenna is still alive?"

"Aye, but best keep your voice down," he answered, "I asked for his daughter's help before we came here. There were things we had to do in Volantis before coming here."

Ser Davos processed his words, he remembered certain news about spotting two dragons there, "The attack of the Golden Company."

He gave a wicked smile, "Some things are necessary to stop a massacre."

Ser Davos couldn't help but laugh, "I suppose we are truly blessed by the gods for having you both here."

"Ahh, we couldn't have done it without all of you," he ran a hand on his hair, "I'm here to serve the queen and Jon Snow, nothing personal," he then looked up the sky, thinking, "Well…maybe a bit."

The hand of the Lord chuckled, "I will assist you as much as possible, do you plan to catch up with them?"

The young prince shook his head, "There is something else I need to do whilst they are away," he suddenly sounds serious, "Euron said that he killed Samwell and his family on his way here. I want to find their bodies."

The air suddenly felt heavier, as if all the energy drained so fast. The child is as noble as his father, "I understand. But how will you find them?"

He crossed his arms, "They left the wolf here didn't they?"

Ser Davos blinked, "Aye."

"I need my wolf," he muttered. Then he let out a high pitch whistle at the fields, "Where are the Freefolks?"

"They are staying at Winterfell and camping out here at the moment," he answered.

"I also need Tormund Giantbane," Rhaegar said, "He is good at scouting, one of the best I know." He truly is like his father, Ser Davos thought. No one has been conversing with the Freefolks since Jon Snow, and here is someone who knows how to mingle with nearly everyone. The Onion Knight would love to converse with the son of the King properly one day.

Arya, who has been listening to them for quite a while, hummed, "I'll come with you too."

He nodded, "Just three of us will be enough. Might need to pack light, it won't be easy finding a few days old bodies, " then he turned to Lord Reed and Ser Davos, "Please, help Lady Sansa to look after Winterfell until we get back, she can be a little overwhelmed on her own," he commented.

Ser Davos couldn't tell whether he was joking or not from his tone, but he seems to mean well, "Alright."

"I need to speak with your father anyways," Lord Reed smiled.

Rhaegar nodded, "Thank you, Ser Davos, Lord Reed. I am in your debt."

The Lord of the Neck smiled, "Anything for the memory of the late Ned Stark."

Ser Davos was about to say something when they heard a padding sound coming to them. They all turned to the source behind him and found a wolf approaching them, it is the wolf that has been beside the prince and princess the whole time. The Starks and Targaryens really do live up to their House Sigil symbols.

The wolf padded towards the young prince, and he scratched the canine's ears, "Grey Wind." The wolf barked in return, "Now, Ser Davos, please take me to Tormund Giantsbane."

The Onion Knight nodded, "Follow me."

"Are you alright there, Muna?" Lyanna turned back to check on her mother. She wore her hood up so that her hair won't fly on her mother's face as she sat at her back. They have been flying for a long time, she is afraid that their mother might be uncomfortable with her given situation. After all, she is carrying her and Rhaegar, and they are several months old already.

The Mother of Dragons nodded, "I am fine."

She nodded, then she turned to her father, "Papa?"

He has been holding her mother while they are on Daenys, "I'm fine too, Lya."

"Hang on, we are almost there," she called out and faced the front again. The sun is reaching its peak, and it has been hours since they left Winterfell. Daenys did a splendid job on gliding gracefully, it looked like she barely moves on air. The white dragon seems to be able to feel life in her mother's womb, which made this the first time Daenys would fly gently. Lya is happy for her understanding if it were Rhaegar, she's unsure whether he has this much sensitivity.

She felt bad for leaving Rhaegar behind without saying a word, but after their last argument, it may be a good idea to do so. He can be stubborn at times, and the only way for him to cool off if he stays away from people.

Moments later, her dragon clicked, making her look down. She can see the top of Castle Black, thank goodness! She stroked the white dragon's scales, "Daenys, gently land there."

Dany watched as her daughter command her dragon, feeling rather proud, "You have quite a bond with her," she commented.

Lya turned back and smiled at her, "She's my sister after all."

The dragon began slowing down her pace. As they got nearer, Daenys circled a couple of times before landing gently with a thud. She lowered herself to the ground for the humans on her back to dismount.

Lya pulled her hood down and gracefully jumped off the white dragon. She turned back to help her mother step down, her father firmly held on to her.

Once they are at the castle gates, Jon scans the building. It gave him chills down his spine to see the very place again, he never thought of coming here again. Not after what happened.

Lya noticed her father brooding, she knew why he made this expression. She heard the tale from Ser Davos all those years ago, and from Lady Kinvara herself. She knew what it felt like, to be in a place where you were once attacked. She hoped that she didn't have to tell that story to them, Lya sighed, "Papa?"

Jon snapped out of his train of thoughts, "Ah…yes?"

"Are you alright?" she asked gently.

He looked away and nodded, "Aye, just thinking back."

"No one is here, last we checked," Lya said, "But we still need to be cautious," if only she has her weapons, but Aunt Arya just had to confiscate them. She turned back to her dragon and transferred her thoughts to Daenys.

Lya's eyes turned yellow, she is seeing at the eyes of the dragon. She heard her parents gasped, but she will explain that later. She observed their surroundings and try to feel the environment. All her senses were amplified, her hearing and sight sharpened. There are birds chirping on the trees and flying, small animals scurrying on the ground and trees, rats pitter-pattering in the castle somewhere. But she cannot hear or feel any sense of men anywhere.

Her eyes turned back to grey, then she looked back to her parents, "Doesn't look like anyone is here. We can come in."

The family walked slowly into the castle, Lya pushed the gate open. "You can warg into animals," she heard her father commented.

She turned back to him and smiled, "Only if they allow me to."

"Impressive," he smiled, wrapping an arm around her.

Lya felt very comfortable to be in her father's arm again. It has been years since she felt safe with him, she missed him so much. She held his arm and sighed, "Thank you, papa. Great Uncle Aemon's room is just up there."

They nodded and the three-family head toward their late family's room.

When they reached there, everything is exactly where it used to be. Untouched. Her belonging sat next to the desk, and her father's cloak draped on his chair. Lya walked to the bed, crouching to find the chest. She pulled it out when she found its handle, Lya opened it to make sure the eggs are still there. And it is.

"You have my cloak," she heard her father said, she looked up to see him walking to Great Uncle Aemon's chair. Her father too is wearing his cape, seeing their difference, hers looks rather older.

Lya smiled and picked the chest up to place it on the bed, "It was the only thing I have left of you back then," she sadly said, "The North is always so cold, so that kept me away from the wind. Although I have to say, it's really heavy."

Jon chuckled, "Aye, it takes time to get used to it."

She felt the bed dip, her mother sat next to the placed chest. Lya turned to her but she didn't seem to notice the chest, she scanned the surrounding chambers, "So this is where my Uncle Aemon lived all this time."

"Yes," Lya said, "He had been true to his words after he passed, and ended his watch."

Her father walked towards her mother, "He was the best of all of us," he commented, thinking back of his days as a brother of the Night's Watch, "Wise and honorable, a great man to look up to. I couldn't have done everything without his guidance."

Daenerys smiled at him, "I'm glad he was with you to help pave your path." Jon sat next to her and placed a kiss on her temple, she sighed at the given affection.

Lya watched her parents embracing each other, she couldn't help but smile. This is what they came for, their parents together, not forsaking one another after knowing the truth for her father's lineage. If only Rhaegar is here, it might help ease his temper earlier on.

Her parents noticed her staring at them, and they smiled at her, "Is there something, pup?" her father asked, noticing her wide smile.

She giggled, "Nothing at all," she said, "But it's a nice view from here." They laughed at her remark, but as much as she didn't want to break this moment, there is something else that needs their attention. She pushed the chest in front of them, "There is someone else who wants your attention too."

Jon and Dany pulled away, she scooted further to give him for space. Jon placed a hand on the chest, this is something he had never seen before in Castle Black. It's not dusty, most likely Lya cleaned it off first. He looked up at his daughter, "Where did you get this?"

She looked beyond him and gestured her head to the hearth a small hole is now there, "Grey Wind sensed something there and we dug it," she answered, remembering the day her grown pup found her brother and sister.

"How can we not notice it before?" Jon muttered, "All this time, it's hidden securely in this place."

Lya stayed silent, for she too couldn't answer that, "I don't think Great Uncle Aemon would want anyone to know about the eggs, not until he is sure who Prince Rhaegar's son is," then she looked up at him, "Like the late Lord Stark, he kept his promise too."

The daughter of the Queen and Lord of Winterfell watched her parents as they process what she just explained. Both Lord Stark and Great Uncle Aemon, her blood uncles have been nothing but noble and honorable. They kept her father's identity a secret from the world, not caring what the public might see them as. It must be terrifyingly lonely, knowing that you are the only one who could not share a secret to anyone.

Her father opened the chest and looked at its content. She watched as both her parent's eyes flew wide, reminding her when she found the eggs all those years ago.

Jon took each egg out of the chest carefully and placed them on the bed. They look so fragile and beautiful at the same time. Dany placed a hand on each of its shells, her violet eyes widened, "They are still warm," she exclaimed.

Lya nodded, "And well alive, waiting for Papa."

The White Wolf then noticed a piece of paper, Lya heard the rustling sound that he opened it. She had read the content years ago again and again, for it was the only words left behind by her blood. It was never meant to be for her or Rhaegar, but she felt close to the one who wrote it.

And this is something that they must do one their own. Both her parents must think about this together without her.

She got up, "I'll go hunt for us, we might stay here for a night."

Her father's head shot up, the letter still in his hand, "Wait, we still need to hear what you know."

"It's all written there, papa," she gestured the letter, "Rhaegar and I read it before, and I think it's best for you and Muna to read it without me," her mother was about to say something but she stopped her, "It's for the best," she stated firmly.

Dany held her tongue and nodded, "Alright, be back before sundown."

Lya smiled, her mother used to say that when they lived in the temple. She would scold them if they come back late, her mother instinct had really kicked in, "I will Muna." She walked to her mother and kissed her temple. Then she goes to her father, who looks a bit wary of the content, "It's Valyrian, but Muna can translate it for you. All the reasons for you both to read."

He pursed his lips, "It's from my father, isn't it?"

His daughter nodded, "It is meant for you, and he really loves you," she kissed the top of her father's head, "I'll see you in a bit."

At that, she walked to the door. Before closing it, she looked back to see her parents. Both Lord and Queen looked at the paper carefully, reading its content. It was emotional when she read it, which is why she must not interfere with this part. She'll come back after.

And at that, she closed the door and left.

She looked out from the balcony and sighed, she really hated this place. It was the habitat of thieves and murderers, and now it's no more than an abandoned castle. How her father and Uncle Aemon were able to endure this place is beyond her understanding.

Castle Black was also the place where she was once attacked. She remembered feeling helpless before Rhaegar came in to help, it was a terrible time. She wished she brought Grey Wind along, but she isn't sure whether the wolf could fit on the ride, not with her mother pregnant.

The worst part is, she didn't bring her any of her weapons! Only her father did, but hers are still with Aunt Arya. She hates to explore the weaponry room of the Castle, not because it's dusty, but it brought horrible memory back. But some things are necessary to move forward, and this is probably one of them.

As she walked down the stairs, she heard a familiar screech from above. She looked up to see an eagle circling the castle, "Torrhen!" she exclaimed happily, extending her arm for him to land.

The eagle flapped down, and she noticed something between his talons. He dropped it and landed on her arm, "Thank you, boy." Torrhen chirped in delight, she stroked his feathers. Now, hunting will be easier. She transferred her thoughts to him, "I'm going hunting, boy. Can you find us something?"

He screeched and took of to the skies again. He circled a couple of times before disappearing into the forest.

She sighed, if only Grey Wind is here, he could catch their prey. There is no horse here, and Daenys may only create too much noise. But then again, she may need to trust her dragon.

She was about to head out when she noticed the object that Torrhen dropped. It is her sword! Untouched and neatly sheathed.

Lya noticed a piece of paper slipped between its sheaths. She pulled the paper gently and noticed some scribbles on it. After reading the content, she immediately knew who wrote this rubbish. There were only two words written, and it was full of sarcasm. You're welcome, it simply wrote.

The young dragonwolf rolled her eyes. Even in a piece of paper, her brother can still irk her. She crumpled the paper in irritation and dropped it. Lya fumed and stormed out the gates, "Ass," she grumbled.

"Great Uncle Aemon," Dany began to translate. The content was in Valyrian, and Jon couldn't read them.

"The Kingdom is falling apart, and I soon must fight for the Trident. Forgive me, uncle. I never wanted this to happen, but I never foresaw the cause of my action could arise such great conflict. I write this with a heavy heart with this knowledge and that I must leave Lyanna behind on her own while she is still pregnant with our child. I regret that I had dragged my mother into this mess, no one deserves this more than I do. I prayed to the Gods to give me the odds that I may just survive this, if not, well, if you are reading this, then I suppose I didn't and so did Lyanna, and that my letters and gifts found its way to you as instructed. Know that I love you very much, dear uncle. That you are the wisest people I have ever known.

I hope that our child may restore the damage that I caused to the realm, and that he or she will grow up to be a fine leader like you.

In this chest contains three dragon eggs I recovered during one of my expeditions that I wanted to give to my child. Should you ever find him or her one day, please grant your foolish nephew's final request, to give them to my child.

Thank you for everything you have ever done for the family, Uncle Aemon. I pray for your safety in Castle Black.

Your loving nephew,

Rhaegar Targaryen.

Dany lowered the letter on her lap and let out a breath, his words were palpable. Her brother knew that he will never survive, and he believed that it was his fault that it happened. She looked to Jon who processed everything that he translated, now she understood why Lya left for them to read.

Jon felt mortified. His father had hopes that he will correct people's thoughts about their family, that he will revive the dragons. And how he repaid them back in their children's timeline was killing their mother, his father's sister.

In her hand contains a second letter, and this time it wasn't addressed to Uncle Aemon. My dearest child, it wrote in the beginning.

"Jon," she croaked, trying to compose herself, "This one may belong to you."

He sat up straighter and shifted his sitting position, scooting closer to her, "What did he say?"

She turned to the last letter, "My dearest child," she began reading.

"If you are reading this, then I regret that I cannot be with you, and neither did your mother. Forgive me that I caused you a life without knowing us, I never wanted this to happen to our family or even the whole realm, and especially you. Please do not think that having you caused this great war, none of this is your fault. I made a choice, to save you and your mother. My only regret is that I cannot be with you, to see you grow. I pray that you will grow happy and healthy, perhaps a great leader than anyone could ever imagine. Inside this chest is what your mother called them, 'good luck' charms, and I like to think of it that way as well. But what I know is that it serves our family a great honor to have the last of them, and we want you to have it, to remember that you are a dragon, just like the great Aegon Targaryen and Visenya and Rhaenys Targaryen. Let these gifts, my first and last gifts for you, remind you that there is always hope. For you are one.

Remember who you are, you have the blood of a wolf and dragon. Heir to the throne. But as prince, I was most proud of one thing: having you as my child. No matter what the realm sees you, or anyone else, you are the child of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. Walk tall, my child. Know that your mother and I will always be with you.

Your loving father,

Rhaegar Targaryen.

Jon couldn't take it anymore. He got up and walked to the window, rubbing his eyes in frustration, as if ashamed. His children must have read this in shame, knowing that their grandfather's wish was all for nothing? Was that why Rhaegar was so mad at him? Was that also why Lya wanted to leave them alone for a while? To hide her disappointment because they had a failure of a father?

He felt tears threatening to fall. Normally, he doesn't cry, but…. this is just too much. He felt an arm slipping around his, "Jon," his love whispered, "Come back to me."

Jon looked to this beautiful woman, the mother of his children, and he couldn't help but embrace her. He can feel her nuzzling the space between his neck and shoulders, and he placed his cheek at the side of her head, "They must have been so disappointed in me."

"Who?"

"Our twins," he muttered, "Lya said they read it. They must have been frustrated to know that their father is a failure."

"No, don't think that way," she pulled away and kissed him passionately, "You are never a failure. We all made mistakes, even me, but quitting is never one of them. You never gave up searching for our twins, and here they are now."

"But…I …"

"The father they once knew is no longer with them," then she placed his hand on her swollen belly, "The father they are getting to know now is here. We can change their fate, right here, right now."

Jon inhaled sharply before swallowing, he nodded. He then stared at her violet eyes, how this woman still wants to marry him is beyond his understanding. He leaned his forehead to hers, and sighed in content, "Whatever did I do to deserve a strong and loving woman like you?"

He sees her smile, the same one that his daughter gave him, "Whatever did I do to deserve a strong and loving man like you?"

Jon laughed and embraced her once again, "Shall we see the eggs?"

"Yes," she answered.

The couples went back to the bed, they each sat side by side. The eggs were beautiful, their main colors glimmered from the light. Two of the eggs are the ones that their children hatched, a white and a grey. The last one is red, the one that never hatched.

Dany held the grey and white eggs, "Daenys and Balerion," she remembered their names, the ones that their twins named. They reminded her when she first held a dragon egg for the first time, it was her reminder that she is a dragon. She looked up to him, "They aren't petrified, just as Lya said."

"What does that mean?" he asked as he held the red egg. This particular egg seems to be calling louder to him somehow, he felt it. Was it able to sense that in another life it was unable to hatch?

"They can hatch, and since they aren't stones just as mine were, they may be able to grow properly," she explained with excitement, she placed the eggs back in the chest and hugged his side, "My love, you are not only the father of our children but the father of dragons as well! And you are telling me that you are a failure?"

He gently placed the egg back to the chest. He closed it and placed it on the floor. Dany was curious about his sudden slow movement and slow reply before he immediately pounced on her, making her laugh, "Jon, you are squishing your twins!"

Jon lifted himself a bit, careful not to press on her. Then he playfully nuzzled her neck, earning a moan in return, "Your twins as well."

Dany wrapped her arms around his neck and sweetly smiled at him. They stared at one another before they kissed with so much passion. Jon hopes that their daughter will be out for a long time.

Hope you like it ^^ The fun part will come soon Let me know what you think!

Love writing the banter between Rhaegar and Lyanna are, plus Lya being supportive for her parents ^^ It was also fun to make Rhaegar the sarcastic comic-relief kinda guy.

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Please do check out my other fic "Something Westeros Has Never Seen Before" ^^ Exciting chapters are up, and next will come soon!

Claire