New chapter y'all! I'm glad I got messages about when this will be updating, but here it is! Please keep the review coming

I'm going to change a few confusions in the previous chapters, otherwise, it won't add up.

This chapter will focus more on the family's relation before they can do anything further. Except Rhaegar, cuz he's a workaholic. Lol!

Enjoy ^^

It was sunset when Lya finally finished hunting. Daenys was to find her own food to attract less attention, so she hunted with Torrhen and the dragon hasn't return yet. The eagle helped catch three rabbits, and she killed them. It's not easy to hunt without her bow and arrows when she only has a sword, but otherwise, Torrhen was helpful.

She set the rabbits on the ground first to check on her parents, she turned to the eagle first, "Don't touch anything," she warned him. The bird gave her an irritated click and flew to perch on the battlements.

Lya went to the chambers, listening if it's the right time to walk in the room. But there's no sound, she wondered if they both had talked to one another already. She knocked softly and opened the door gently.

The room is silent, the only sound is the fire crackling. She turned to the bed to see that her parents are sleeping arm in arms, something she didn't expect. The chest is safe on the floor, but what she didn't expect is layers of clothes discarded near the chest and some of the articles spread somewhere else.

The dragonwolf blinked and looked at her sleeping parents again. They are covered with blanked, but she can see their upper body peeking out of the covers, their skin exposed. Oh, she realized what they had done while she was away. Not how she expected they reconcile this quickly, but she's happy that they bonded again with more intimacy. Now, she's more secure that her father isn't doubting himself. So, she closed the door and let her parents rest.

While waiting for them to wake up, Lya decided to prepare rabbit stew. Cooking wasn't hard, she had done it a lot of times with the Wildlings. For an abandoned castle, food stocks seem to be enough for them all. She found some leftover vegetables that seem to still be edible. This is why she thought the castle is still occupied and that scares her.

Her last visit to the castle back in her time wasn't pleasant, that trauma still sticks with her to this time. She's still skeptical if there are any intruders in the castle, if Grey Wind is here, he'd find another presence easily. Torrhen might be able to detect, but not as sharp as the wolf.

Lya brought the bird with her to stay outside the room, but the eagle didn't seem alert, so that's one good thing. No intruders. Good. The kitchen utensils seem to be untouched as well, so she got to work. Filling a pot with water from one of the barrels, going outside gathering firewood, and placing the pot on it.

Daenys came back at the right time, and it seems that the dragon saved a kill for them. In its mouth is a dead deer, something she didn't expect her to bring back. The dragon laid the kill gently in front of her and nudged it to her. Lya smiled, content that she is thinking about her and her parents as she hunts, "Thank you, girl."

The dragon clicked in delight. Lya stroked her snout, "Can you light that on fire?" she pointed to the firewood, but before she can give her usual command, Daenys seem to know already what she wanted. The white dragon immediately breathed out quick ember and the woods are already burning. "Thank you, Daenys."

Then she dragged the deer, which seem to not weigh to much thankfully, and went back inside the kitchen to do her work. Skinning and chopping her hunts and vegetables isn't something foreign to her, but she wished she had extra hands. She decided to keep half of the deer meat and proceeds to cook the rest, she also saved a few raw slices of meat for Torrhen. After all, the eagle was the one who hunts them. She threw out some meat for the bird, who furiously tore it apart and ate it.

By the time she finished was nearly done with the stew, it was already getting dark. She was sitting on a rock and waiting for their dinner when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned back to see her father coming towards her, from what he is wearing, he seems to be missing his inner shirt. Lya smiled at the guess of where it might be, "Had a nice nap?"

"Sorry, didn't mean to oversleep," he grunted and sat beside her.

"It's fine, after all, you had quite an activity with Muna while I was away," she giggled.

Her father turned to her with red cheeks, "You saw us?"

"Oh, don't worry, you both were sound asleep when I came to your room," she grinned, before turning a little softer, "But I suppose, you both talked things through already?"

Her father's face fell, "Aye," he solemnly said, she wondered what his reaction was when he read the letter, "I understand now. I know what I have to do," he said with determination before turning to his daughter, "I am so sorry for what I had done to you, you must've been so disappointed in me after reading those letters."

Lya sighed. She wouldn't say that she's disappointed, rather upset. Had her father accepted who he was back then, she would've grown up to with her parents, that was the only part she was upset. Her other dragon sibling would've been born with Balerion and Daenys too.

Rhaegar was the one who was very disappointed, in a way, it's a good thing that he isn't here too. Otherwise, he'll only rant at him, which it seems that her father doesn't need right now. Her brother tore the piece of paper after reading it, feeling ashamed at first. For him, it felt like his grandparents died for nothing. All those people who died, who sacrificed their lives to his cause, to her mother's cause, all dead. And the one who took the benefit was the Starks, ruling both North and South. He was close to prepare a mission to assassinate their aunt, Lya had to talk some sense to him for him to stop.

"It's fine, Papa," she replied to him, "Seeing that you and Muna are reconnecting is a good start."

He chuckled, "If I may ask, does Muna mean Mother in Valyrian?"

"Aye," she answered, "As far as I can remember, we always called her that."

Jon hummed, "What's father in Valyrian?"

"Kepa."

"Oh, you didn't call me that in your time?" he asked her.

Lya flinched at his words. There is a huge reason why she avoided a lot of topics about her mother with him in her time, which was why she only called him that. Her father didn't have difficulties speaking to Rhaegar, but her. It's because she resembled closely to her mother. And that leads to a lot of problems.

She's not sure he is ready to hear, "Well….emm.. it's…" she stuttered, she must think fast so that he can drop the subject, "Well, we lived in the North with you, and you didn't know Valyrian."

"I see," he hummed. She let out a sigh of relief that he didn't ask any further, her father then turned to her, "I think I may need to learn Valyrian when I hatch the dragons."

She turned to face him, "Is that what you want?"

"Aye," he said, "It's the language of our ancestors."

"Well, just because it's their language, it's not necessary for you to learn," she pointed out, "After all, we understand you just fine."

"But your mother's troops don't," he answered, "If I am to rule alongside your mother, then I must learn to communicate with them." His tone was filled with determination.

She smiled at his words, seeing that her father had his priorities straight to be King filled her with joy. Their travel back in time pays off. "Alright, I'm sure we can all teach you. And with Missandei, I think she's a better teacher. Afterall, she learned so many languages."

He chuckled, "I suppose."

"By the way, where is Muna?"

"She's still in the room, awake too. I was out to check on you, and it seems that you are cooking us something," he peeked at the boiled stew.

"Good, because dinner is ready," she clapped and prepared to fill in the empty bowls.

Dany was wearing Jon's shirt after she awoke. It wasn't easy to wear her dress again without help, so she took his shirt and wore it to lay back down again. Jon said he was going to find Lya, but he hasn't been back yet.

She caressed her stomach again, to the babes that are growing in her belly. To think that she may have been barren for eternity seem to be a lifetime ago. She thought she could never bear any children until her twins showed up, grew up to be a fine young man and lady. But with a terrible future.

From her vision, she saw that they had only lived with her for a couple of years before they were sent away for safety. Now that they can rewrite history, will she be a good mother to them? She doesn't know anything about raising a child.

She raised her dragons, and along the way, it wasn't pleasant. She remembered her heart shattered when she had to lock Rhaegal and Viserion after Drogon burned a little girl, and they turned their backs to her when she tried to reconnect.

Will it be similar to Rhaegar and Lyanna?

As she thought about this, the door opened, interrupting her train of thoughts. Her love and daughter came back with something in their hands. The room was suddenly filled with the delightful smell of stew that made her mouth water.

"Hope you are hungry," Jon said, holding two bowls in his hands, and handed one to her, "Because our daughter made us something."

Dany sat up and accepted it, "Where did you get all these to cook?"

Lya sat at the end of the bed and began mixing her stew, "I checked the kitchen, there were plenty of fresh things left behind."

"Were we asleep that long?"

"Well, you are just in time for dinner," she shrugged, she sipped from her spoon, "And the food left behind here is fresh enough for us to eat, so you don't have to worry about food poisoning," she giggled.

They all ate together. There was no awkward silence or anyone even quiet, which made their dinner time slow but with so many conversations. It nearly felt like a complete family reunion, only that her son isn't present.

The conversation was mostly steered to their daughter's life. Both parents wanted to know their daughter's life when Dany knew that Lya was the one who cooked their dinner.

"The women of the North said that it's the women's jobs to keep the family well-fed, so I had to follow their way. Otherwise, I'd be scolded," she giggled, remembering the time when one of the women wanted Lya to be ready for a man in her life. She didn't like the job, but she tried it anyway, back when she took the responsibility to look after her father. But she didn't want to dive into that subject.

"Aye, they are stubborn sometimes," her father commented.

"Well, now I know I've put it to good use," she lifted her bowl happily, "I've seen some pregnant women eating these, and sometimes the Wildling would serve them these."

Dany smiled at her daughter, "Thank you, sweetling. And it kept you both well-fed", she placed her hand on her belly, "I hope you have some more for tomorrow."

Lya smiled and resumed to her food. After they ate, the family continued to talk before going to bed. Jon and Dany never met Lya but it felt like it was a family reunion, suddenly Castle Black didn't feel like a dull place. The family sat on their Great uncle's bed and talked, Lya sitting crossed leg at the end of it where her parents at the head.

"Lya, where did you get your sword?" Jon asked out of curiosity after a while, "I don't remember you bring it when we came here."

The daughter of the dragon and wolf turned to the table where her sword was placed before turning back to her parents, "Rhaegar sent Torrhen to bring it to me."

Dany smiled, "How thoughtful of him."

Lya scoffed, "Only if he wants to, you should see what he wrote to me just now."

Jon chuckled at his daughter's remark, "You both seem to be very close."

Her face turned soft then, she looked down, "Well….as much as I sometimes hate him, we had to rely on each other," she admitted, "I mean…he is the only family I had ever since…. Well…." she stopped her trail and just looked up to her parents in hope that she didn't have to go any further.

Thankfully, they understood what she meant. For they too had known their own fate in their time, feeling ashamed that it wasn't them to raise their younglings. Dany sat up straight and lifted her arm, "Oh Lya, come here."

Lya blinked, she was still shy to be around her parents. She never had such closeness with her real parents, but the fact that her mother at this time still accepts her…..

She heeds her request, she walked to the head of the bed and sat beside her. Dany immediately wrapped her arms around her daughter, "I am so sorry that you had to grow up alone."

Lya sighed, nuzzling on her shoulder. When was the last time she was able to embrace her in her time? It was such a long time ago, "It's alright, Muna. We weren't entirely alone, and Rhae kept me sane."

"If I may ask," her mother shifted her sitting position, "Are you both…well….in a relationship?"

"Me and Rhaegar?" she exclaimed in shock, pulling away from her mother, "Noooo, we never go that far. We're just siblings and we rely on each other. Besides, we didn't have time to think about those things."

"Truly?" her father sat up straight, "I would you presume your brother is…well…taking a liking of you. Just as I did with your mother," he wrapped an arm around his love and kissed her forehead, making her smile.

Lya loved the sight in front of her, "No. Rhaegar is a ladies-man, you'll see it one day. I just love him as a brother." Honestly, she never thought that far with her brother. She knows her family's tradition, but for some reason, there hasn't been a spark between her and her brother. Maybe because they had been running away all their life and turned to warriors and assassins?

But her mother thinks otherwise, "Well, we'll see," she smiled at her, "After all, we can't predict what will happen later."

"Aye," Lya agreed, but really, she never really thought about being with Rhaegar. If anything, she and her brother are always together anyway like a work-wife and actual siblings. Love? It's just never in her mind, and certainly not his by the way he treated her.

Jon scooted next to her, "But you both had to face everything on your own, the both of you." Her father changed the subject.

She looked at her father, "We still had allies who knew about us. That's why I said we weren't entirely alone."

"Who were the ones who helped you in Westeros?"

"Ser Davos, and Lord Reed," she answered, "Uncle Jon somehow managed to contact them, and they agreed to keep us for the time being."

"But…" Jon pursed his lips, "You have your mother's hair, weren't you hunted there?"

Lya sighed, she hates to make her parents worry. But they deserve to know….some. "Don't worry, I was safe, I dyed my hair black. And we pose as new servants of House Reed for a while."

Dany's heart clenched. Her twins? Being treated as servants when they are the son and daughter of a King and Queen? She felt like she was about to burst. Jon wasn't any different, but mostly he felt guilty, that his children had to live in shame because of his actions.

Their feelings were so palpable, Lya could feel it. She smiled at them, "Don't worry, it's not like you both were treated any better when we were the same age as you before. We were safe, we were able to take care of ourselves as well. That's all that matters."

Jon smiled, his daughter is so positive. How long was she able to keep it up? Through the visions, he always sees her sad. And here she is, able to keep things together even when it sounded bad. He wondered if Bran was keeping some of their past to save the sadness.

And like what he thought of her, she began to shift her subject, "So papa, when do you want to hatch your dragons? I can't wait to see Daenys and Balerion as babies again."

Jon and Dany looked at one another. He crossed his arms and looked down, "Honestly, I am not sure. I haven't thought that far yet. But maybe after I tell Sansa and Arya who I really am."

Lya began to shift nervously, "Well, about that…" she said, fidgeting nervously, "We told Aunt Arya who you are when she found us here."

Jon blinked, "What?"

She nodded, "We had to explain to her who we really are, and your entire purpose to be here. Otherwise, what we explain to her won't make any sense at all."

"I see," he said, "How did she react?"

"Shocked, at first, but she began to accept it. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so persistent to bring us back," she pointed out.

Jon lowered his head, "Why didn't she say anything to me then?" They had time to speak at dinner last time, but she still didn't mention anything to him.

Dany held his arm, "I'm sure she wanted to give you some space first before you both can discuss anything."

"Maybe," he sighed, "And speaking of dinner, I forbid you and your brother to go back to that tavern."

Lya blinked, "What?"

"You heard me," her father said, firm but there is care in his voice, "I want you to stay in the castle with us."

"But, people will see us! And they will realize who we are, and who knows what will happen-"

"Let them get used to seeing you, child. You are my daughter, and I won't allow you to stay somewhere else just because the North isn't accustomed to seeing strangers in the North."

"No, papa. What we are doing is something that must never be repeated in history," she exclaimed, "if more people know that we came from a different time, who knows what they want to do with the time that we are trying to fix."

Jon and Dany processed her words, it does make sense. The twins and their friends went back in time to change the course of their future after their world ended, they didn't go back in time to bring their parents back. It seems that they accepted it a long time ago that they had to live without their parents.

Dany sighed, "I…I understand."

"It's alright, papa," she tried to reassure her mother, "the tavern in Winter Town isn't that bad."

Her father quirked an eyebrow, "Are you sure? As far as I know, Northerners don't really accept foreigners, after all, that's happened. Look at how they treated your mother."

She sighed, "I know, it's not the first time either though, but it was manageable," she said. She had to pull her hood up upon reaching the tavern, afraid what they may do to her if they know that she is a Targaryen. As much as she isn't afraid of them, she didn't want to fight with anyone. If they are to achieve unity, then not letting anyone know about her is the best choice. She made the choice of not dying her hair so that she can convince some allies that she is the blood of the dragon and wolf.

Her father shifted next to her, "It's alright, Lya. No matter, I still want you in the castle." Lya quickly turned to him, she was about to protest again when he held his hand up, "I understand that no one should know of you. You can tell them that you are a long lost relative, but I am certainly not going to have you away from us again."

"But, they won't accept it- "

"They will once they see that you and your brother are here for them. I want them to see that you both and your mother are here to protect the North as much as I do," he turned to Dany, "I knew my mistake, and I won't repeat it again. When we get back, I am going to speak with your aunt and discuss this, and I want everyone to be there, including you two."

Lya looked at her father, there is definitely a different aura in him. When she first met him in this timeline, he wasn't as firm as today. She expected him to be… how do you say it…. Confused. Just like the father she used to know at her time. That day, when he realized that Euron killed his best friend and his family, it seems like something tipped in him. And she can see it now.

She straightened her back, and smiled, "Alright, let's see what you have to say."

At that moment, Dany began to feel dizzy. Her eyes droopy and she began to slouch, honestly, she was half-listening just now, but she felt tired from nausea. Her daughter began to notice, "Muna, are you alright?"

She placed her hand on her head as Jon held her arm, "I'm fine, just a bit sick."

Lya stood up, "I'll get you a bucket, just in case. In the meantime, we should all go to bed."

"Aye, tomorrow we should head back soon," Jon said.

She nodded, and walked to her bag, taking out her clothes and her father's cloak. Then she began to walk out, reaching for the door.

"What are you doing?" her father called to her again.

Lya turned to her father and blinked, "Getting a bucket for Muna?"

"No, I meant, why are you taking my cloak outside?"

"Well, I am going to sleep with Daenys and- "

"You what?" Her mother exclaimed in horror.

"What? I'm not going to disturb your moment together," she said in her defense. She was lucky she walked into them when they were asleep, not before. Lya didn't think she can handle seeing her parents doing….that.

Jon laughed, "Alright, just because you caught us that we had our moment together doesn't mean that we are going at it again."

"I don't believe it," she snorted.

"Just…" Jon wanted to argue, but it's too late for such thing, "Please, we'd like you to be here. Not outside."

Dany nodded, "I know you can take care of yourself, sweetling. But this castle is still abandoned, and who knows who will come. Daenys may be able to scare them off, but some might sneak up upon us." She explained, she knew that Jon was once here. And to think that he too was once attacked her only made her paranoid as well. What if someone comes for her daughter the way someone did to her love?

"Please, Lyanna?" Dany pleaded her, "I just want you close, and I worry. I….we've lost you once, and we don't want to lose you again."

The daughter of the dragon and wolf wanted to protest, but seeing that her mighty mother begged her like this tells her that she may need to hold her tongue. She never saw her mother like this, from all of the stories she had ever heard, she rarely heard of her weak side. Then again, all her closest friends were gone in her time. She really doesn't know who her mother is, and maybe with the chance to finally be with her, she can learn about her more now.

Lya sighed, "Alright. I'll sleep on the floor-."

"No," her father stated firmly, shocking both ladies.

"Papa, this is hardly the first time I slept on the floor."

"This castle has a bed that I can drag here, so no one is going to sleep on the floor." He stated firmly, "I'll go with you outside, and you can help me set the mattress."

He got ready to stand up, when Dany commented softly to him, "She's stubborn like you."

He chuckled, "And you." And both father and daughter got ready for the family to sleep in one room, the room that once belonged to their beloved great uncle.

"How long has it been since they died?"

Uncle Tormund asked. They had been riding South with Aunt Arya, Ghost, and Greywind. So far, they hadn't found anything yet. The wolves haven't picked up any scent either. When they asked the Lannister soldiers, they had no idea what they were talking about. Rhaegar feared that they may have killed the wrong people for information, and Euron doesn't seem to want to cooperate, giving him more reason to kill him.

When the sun began to set, they tried to find the nearest inn to stay the night at. The wolves stayed in the forest away from the inn, preventing anyone from finding them. Honestly now, Rhaegar isn't too sure where they are. But Aunt Arya seems to get a picture, so he decided to keep quiet and let his eyes do the searching with his wolf while she helps with the pathway.

And thus, here they are, in a cabin, trying to figure out what to do. The wildling sat on a chair, both Starks sat on the bed.

"Euron said that he killed them along the way, so I think it's recent," he said, "The body shouldn't be too far, and their scent should be noticeable. Unless a pack of wolves or scavengers found them."

"I see," his uncle grunted, "I'm sorry about your friend."

He nodded and continued to look down, "It happened. People die everyday." If Jon were here, he wouldn't want him to be sad, and as much as he wanted to grief, he just couldn't do it now. Not with his uncle and aunt here.

Aunt Arya placed a hand on his shoulder, "Rhaegar, it's alright to grief. I am here for you."

"Aye," he said but continued to look down, he took a deep breath and sighed, "What path are now?"

"Around Kingsroad," his aunt said, "If Euron met him along the way, he might have gone to White Harbor to cripple the North, that's when he might have met Sam."

This made him furrow his brow, "What is Sam doing around White Harbors?"

She shook her head, "I wasn't there when they left."

Odd. In his time, Sam left to go South. He never heard of them leaving to the Harbors. Did they know something that they don't? This journey is getting even more strange.

Rhaegar sat up, "Let's get some rest, tomorrow, let's see what's around the White Harbors."

They all nodded and got some rest.

The next day, the three of them continued their travel. The wolves sniffed area for anything suspicious, but it seems that they haven't found anything yet.

"To lighten the mood," Uncle Tormund suddenly breaks the silence creeping at them, "Since your parents are together and….ya know… related…does this mean that you and your sister…."

"NO!" Rhaegar immediately said way too quickly, turning to his uncle beside him. He can feel his aunt staring at him as well from the other side of his, "Lya and I are not together."

"Well," his aunt became curious as well, "You both are very close."

"It's not like we had a choice," he grumbled, "We had to depend on each other." Honestly, he never thought about him and his sister together. It'd be weird, she has been his work-wife and sibling, but to be more than that? He was too busy eliminating threats in his time with her, the concept of love is just isn't there.

"Your sister is a good person," his uncle remarked, "Good heart and beautiful like her mother. Are you certain you are never in love with her?"

He scoffed, "Positive."

The wildling chuckled, "I've heard that before," he reached out to his nephew and pats his shoulder. Rhaegar grumbled. Him and her? That just doesn't seem to make sense. They are always together, sure. They had been relying on each other, and they both just had the same goal. Besides, Lya is just too stubborn to settle down.

After traveling for a while, just when they thought to rest, Ghost began to pick up something. He barked at them, wagging his tail. Rhaegar caught on, "What is it, boy?"

The wolf began padding a different direction, away from where they initially planned to go: going to the path TO White Harbor.

"Something's not right," he mumbled. He spurred his horse to follow the wolves, his aunt and uncle followed.

"What's going on lad?" Tormund asked.

"The wolves are picking up something," he answered, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Keep your guard up."

His assassin aunt and wildling uncle nodded, and their face turned serious, becoming more alert to their surroundings. The only sound they can hear is the clops of their horses, otherwise, it's silent. The forest trees are unmoving save the wind blowing the branches softly.

The wolves kept padding along the forest, they went off course from trying to find a way through the forest and now getting themselves exposed to witnesses. Rhaaegar never felt this unease.

After a while, they came across an open field along the path. But it wasn't empty to just grass, Rhaegar squinted to see a pack of wolves gathering near the pathway, he guessed there are about five to seven wolves. They seemed to be eating something.

This is what Ghost and Greywind are bringing them too? So that they can feast? He just fed a few meats for them this morning, and he presumed that they hunted already. But maybe they are trying to get them beyond those wolves, so he kept following them.

But as they got closer to the wolves, he can see that they are eating something unusual. He froze. The meat that they are eating has…. Clothes on them. He can see fingers sticking out of their lips and littered cloth around them, one of the wolves is licking a severed chubby head. The hair at the back of Rhaegar's neck began to stand, and his heart sank. Could it be….

"Rhaegar," he heard his aunt asked in horror, "Are those…"

But he didn't have the strength to speak, he is breathing hard. He refused to believe his eyes, this must be a terrible vision.

"YAAAA," Tormund spurred his horse towards the pack, going full speed. The wolves yelped in surprise and began to scatter, "GO ON! BEAT IT!" He pulled his axe out and began flailing around, "GET LOST! SHOW'S OVER!" He roared, scaring the wolves away.

The pack dispersed and escaped to the forest. Leaving the three of them alone.

Rhaegar dismounted his horse and walked towards the bodies that they left behind, slowly trying to process the sight before him. His eyes widened in horror, the view in front of him made him sick.

There is not one but two bodies. One of a male and the other a female, who looks like she was with child, but her stomach yawned open wide bloodily. Their insides are gutted like fish, their face almost unrecognizable. But the son of the dragon and wolf is able to identify the bodies, and it made his bones weak.

These are the bodies they were looking for.

The bodies of Samwell and Gilly.

Rhaegar felt sick, he stumbled back and nearly fell. His breathing became ragged and his mind is swimming, he felt like he can go insane any moment now. This is their fate? To die like this?

He tried to search their newborn babes, but unable to do so, for he is still processing the sight before him. Did the wolves eat them already? Both 'little' Sam and Jon are not with his parents. The only ones left are the bodies of adults and….. wait… no. He moved closer to see another small body littered next Gilly.

A babe, little Sam. He lost his limbs and stomach, his face is a mess.

"Oh gods," Rhaegar muttered and he walked back to his horse, nearly retching. He felt like the contents in his stomach is about to regurgitate any moments, the sight of his best friend and his family, their fate at this time is…. Unforgivable. If he had a choice, he'd gladly kill Euron in the slowest way possible. He felt a small tear escaping his eyes.

"Rhaegar," he heard his aunt called him, but he couldn't respond. His voice is stuck in his throat. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Rhaegar, I am so sorry."

He only nodded, still unable to say anything.

"Damn, of all things I've ever seen, this is never what I thought I'd see," Tormund grunted. "I am sorry, lad."

Rhaegar took another deep breath to clear his mind. If Jon were alive, he'd tell him to stay calm and not to let his emotion get the better of him. Oh gods, Jon. I am so sorry. "I'm not sure if we can still bring him back to Winterfell."

"We don't have to," Arya said to him, making him turn to her, "I know and I understand that you want to give him a proper burial in a better place, but…. Their state is…."

"I understand," he managed to finally say, "The least we can do is bury them, I can't let the wolves get them again."

"We don't have shovels though," Tormund said, "We didn't even expect them to be like this."

Just as he said that Ghost and Greywind began digging the ground next to the bodies. They were shoveling out the earth furiously, already making quite a hole.

"Well….. wasn't expecting that," the Wildling said, "Intelligent creatures you got there."

Rhaegar chuckled, his uncle is right. They too seem to know who their allies are, that's why they didn't eat their bodies. As for Greywind, he may have seen Sam and his family once, but he couldn't believe that he still remembered them.

He began to look around again, he needs to know why they went off their trail from the path to the South to White Harbors. If he were Sam, knowing that there will be war in King's Landing, he'd be going to either the Neck or the way to Torrhen's Square. The White Harbors is the place where his mother marched to. He needs to investigate a little further, "Can you all wait here? I'd like to take some things around here a closer look."

He didn't wait for their response but heard his uncle said 'aye', he mounted on his horse and spurred into the forest path.

He pulled the reins to slow the horse down a bit when he entered the forest. He needed to make sure that he is absolutely alone if Sam is caught between something, he needed to know.

As he goes a bit further, he is already at the other end of the forest entrance. He pulled the reins to a halt and dismounted, something tells him that beyond the forest, he may not be alone. He crouched as he walked, hiding behind the bushes and trees and took a peak out there.

There, near the White Harbors, is a camp filled with soldiers that is not of the North. He can see the lion and skull sigils printed on their plates and the face of Southerners. Rhaegar counted that there are at least 50 of them, not too many. But why are they here?

Rhaegar began to think again. How was Euron even able to get to the North without even the North noticing? Surely, the Neck would've known, that's why they were able to help during the ambush. For thousands of years, the North is a strong nation, no one in history has ever been able to conquer it before Aegon Targaryen. So, the only way for someone to ambush the North is if….

There is a traitor among themselves.

This chapter mostly goes deeper to the family relationship, it's necessary for the development of especially Jon. As for Rhaegar, he once again takes his responsibility as a leader, guilty for what had happened to his best friend.

Sorry for the long wait, but I hope you like it! Tell me what you think!

Claire.