Sorry for the late update!

Love how everyone is concerned for Rhaegar ^^ He is, afterall, still blaming himself. I can't wait to write more about him as well.

Here goes!

Braavos, somewhere at the Narrow Sea

"So, who does a man must kill?" Jaqen asked in their shared room at the ship.

Robb pulled out sketches from his bag. He had had the privilege to be at King's Landing in his time that he was able to know from the books who the Mountain is. Although his face has changed, and no one really had his facial appearance picture, the books said that his armor is different than any others.

"This man," he pointed to the sketches, "Gregor Clegane, he's known as the Mountain."

"Hmmm, a man is huge."

"But can you do it?"

Jaqen looked at him with a sly smile, "Nothing a man can't do," he sneered, "But…. There is a price, just as the contract you agreed to."

Robb gulped and nodded. He can't believe his luck, none of this is part of the plan. But Jon's death gave him no choice. Even when he told what happened in his future, this bastard still wants a reward. For the war, maybe he was able to comprehend. But the death for the Mountain in the hands of the Faceless cults…..

For Jon, and for the future. He'll survive, just not the same. But these fuckers must know everything.

He laid his back and braced himself, "Fine, do it."

Jaqen pulled his knife out and plunged it into Robb's eye.

Somewhere around White Harbor

After helping the wolves bury the bodies of Samwell and Gilly, she sat on the ground with Tormund. Digging with hands isn't exactly a great way to bury the dead, luckily the wolves were there. Her back is sore and her hands filthy, she wished they at least brought a shovel. But then again, they actually expect to bring the bodies back to Winterfell, only to find the bodies….. not in a great shape to be carried back. She can understand why Rhaegar was so upset.

And now, they are waiting for her nephew, who have spent hours in that forest. What is he doing? The sun is barely up since they got up early, but soon enough, there will be farmers or travelers passing by here and they will see them. Not that she cares, but she feared that one of them may be a spy.

"Where's that little fucker?" Tormund grumbled, "I'll be roasted if he keeps waltzing around in the woods."

Arya sighed, Why is she always stuck with short-tempered people?

Just as she thought about that, her nephew appeared from the forest. He spurred his horse to gallop faster, his expression unreadable. Arya and Tormund stood up to meet him.

"Oi, what took ya, lad?" the red wildling demanded.

"Something isn't right," he answered in concern, dismounting his horse.

"What did you find?" she asked.

"Lannister camps, just beyond those woods," he turned back to the forest, "They seem to be spies, little birds, you'd call."

Arya furrowed her brows, "What? How did they get here?"

"That's the one I was investigating," he answered, "And I've got another bad news."

"And that is?" Tormund asked.

"There is a spy among us," he told them with a serious tone, "Someone has been feeding them information, that's how they were able to cross to Winterfell with no problems."

"But who? Who would sell us out?" Tormund exclaimed.

She can see her nephew thinking hard, crossing his arms and just….. broods like Jon. She can see the parallel. She stepped to him, "Do you think you may have a lead?"

He looked at her, "I have my guesses, but I may need your help for more confirmations."

"That is?"

"Can you still change your face?" he asked casually.

Arya is taken aback, "Yes, but whatever for?"

But the wildling isn't understanding it, "Change face? Don't be ridiculous, boy!"

Her nephew turned to his uncle, "I'll explain on the way, but right now, we need to go back to Winterfell before the traitor sends another information to the enemy."

"Right."

And at that, Arya and Tormund mounted their horses. When she looked back, she sees Rhaegar haven't even mounted his, he is brooding again, "Rhaegar, what are you…."

She trailed off when she realized what he's doing. Her nephew is staring at the different patch of ground, the place where they buried Sam and Gilly's bodies. She couldn't see his expression since he has his back turn to her, but she can see his hands balled to his fist.

Arya felt remorse for him, here he is trying to be strong, but at the same time, it seems that he just wanted to let go. She knew what it felt like to lose someone close, but to find their bodies in the most brutal way… her nephew doesn't deserve this.

Rhaegar turned back quickly and mounted his horse, she still couldn't read his expression. "Right, let's go."

Then, the trio spurred their horses and galloped back to Winterfell.

Castle Black

Jon woke with the sunlight illuminating the room. The room is less gloom than the last time he was here, now that he is with his daughter and love. If only Maester Aemon is here to see them, he'd be proud of how his family is rising again.

He looked down to see Dany in his arms, calmly sleeping and her hand on his chest. She is the most beautiful sight he sees, a great way to wake up in the morning. He hopes to wake up like this every day, with her in his arms. And to see his children after that.

Then he looked to the side to where her daughter slept on a mattress on the floor they dragged from another room.

The bed is empty, save the blanket and pillows. Jon felt a little panic, where'd she go?

"Jon?"

Dany called him, stopping his panic. He turned back to see her waking up, her violet eyes calmed him down. He smiled and kissed her forehead, "Good morning, love."

"Good morning to you too," she hummed, "What's wrong?"

"Lya isn't here."

"Hmmm?"

"Her bed is empty," he told her.

This made Dany sit up, only to lose her balance. Jon had to catch her before she is to fall on her stomach, "Woa, easy love. Are you alright?"

"Yes, just….. dizzy," she touched her head.

Jon grabbed the bucket beside the bed closer to her, "Just in case."

Dany smiled at him, "Thank you love."

Jon kissed her cheek and ghosted his hand on her swollen belly, "How are you all doing?"

"They are getting more restless," she commented, placing her hand on his, "Just like their father this morning."

"I do not," he gave a low growl and kissed her lips.

"Behave yourself, Jon Snow," she giggled between their kisses, "You do not want your daughter to walk in to see us."

"Right," he chuckled, "But I will still have what I want from you later." Then he kissed her again, loving the feel of her lips at his. This is how he wants to wake up every morning, and to call her his wife.

A loud thunk then filled the air, breaking their sweet kisses. Jon and Dany looked around the room, wondering where it came from. Another thunk came again, followed by a playful 'yes'. Their daughter's voice, Jon thought.

"What is our daughter doing?" Dany asked.

"Let's find out." And the couples nodded and got ready to change.

When they finished changing, they left the chambers and found an interesting sight at the Grounds. Something felt familiar to this sight for Jon, making him smile.

There, their daughter is practicing her archery. Her long silver hair tied back to a ponytail and her body posture ready. She is so focused and concentrated, eyes zeroing to her target, the bull's eye already has two arrows sticking on it. Lya loses and the arrow hit another, then she let out a triumph whistle and went to the practice target to pull out the arrows.

"She's very talented," Dany commented proudly as she held on to Jon's arm and placed her head on his shoulder. She ghosted her hand to her stomach, imagining what Lya would look like as a babe. She must be the sweetest daughter anyone could ever ask for.

Jon nodded in agreement, "Aye," then he placed his hand on hers, "I can't wait to teach her when they are born."

She looked up at him lovingly and kissed his lips, "You'll be a wonderful father."

He pulled her to him to deepen their kiss, "And you will be an amazing mother." And they continued pressing their lips together, lost in their romance.

Until someone cleared her throat, "Good morning to you both."

The couples break their kiss to see their daughter looking up at them from the grounds, she had her eyebrows quirked the way her mother always does, and her arms crossed. "I suppose I need not ask how you both slept last night, by the looks of it, it seems you are ready for another 'round'."

They laughed at her remark, feeling embarrassed but in a good way. No matter the situation, things seem to turn positive, and Dany hopes that it will keep going like this.

Lya let her arms fall to her sides as she held the arrows, "Anyways, I hope you both are hungry. Because I was about to break my fast." She looked towards the small campfire she created last night and used it again to cook another stew for this morning.

Jon nodded and looked to the love of his life, "Why don't you go back to our chambers? I'll bring the food up."

But their daughter must've heard him, "Actually, why don't you both come down here? It's the perfect breeze to enjoy eating, you know." Then she walked towards the small campfire where the pot is holding her boiling stew, steam rising from it and it's ready to serve.

Dany hummed, "That doesn't sound so bad."

He looked to her, "Are you certain?"

"Yes," she assured him, "After all, a small activity might help the little ones to grow stronger. And these legs need some stretch."

"Alright," Jon is glad that she is beginning to be aware of her health, he's not sure if he can handle it if he loses her.

He held her close as they walked down the steps, heading towards their daughter. Lya had already set up their stews, "Still hot, but it'll do for the morning."

"Thank you, darling," Dany said as they both took their seats opposite of Lya. As they both got their bowls, Dany looked at it. It looks different from the one they had yesterday, "Lya, what did you make for us?"

"Deer stew," she answered as she took a bite from the chunk of meat, "Daenys hunted for us yesterday, thought to save it for today."

"How thoughtful of her," she commented.

Lya smiled at them, "It's how we all live together." And she continued to eat her food, "Sometimes, we hunt or they hunt for us. Then, I would cook for the both of us. Rhae is a disaster in the kitchen." She joked, and leaned closer to them, "Don't tell him I told you that." She whispered.

Jon noticed something. His daughter made quite the effort to cook outside when Castle Black has a kitchen to begin with. Why the hassle? "Lya."

"Yes?" she looked up to him as she gulped down her stew.

"You know this castle has a kitchen, right?"

"Yes, and?" she cocked her head.

"So why did you cook outside?"

That's when Lya halted, Dany can see her expression faded. Her hand that held the spoon is lowered to her bowl and her face fell, their daughter fidgets nervously, "Well…. let's just say I'm not quite fond of this place." She simply said and resumed to scooping her stew.

Dany turned to Jon and he turned to her, they both seem to have the same thoughts. Something terrible must've happened to her. She knew that they both came from a terrible future, but to be traumatized with a place….that would mean something.

She wished her other self could have been there for her babies. To grow up without anyone to guide them…. she knew how that felt. Although she did had Ser Barristan, Ser Jorah, and so many other allies, she's not sure if her twins had the same amount of help as she did. Dany swore that their fate will change.

As for Jon, he understands that this is the very place that he swore his oath and only to die here. No doubt that their twins may be aware of that, but if that's the case, why is she still nervous in the castle when he was killed outside?

"Lya," Jon began, "Is there something you want to tell us?"

"No," She said rather quickly, "And it's not worth repeating. Besides, when we change the future, none of 'those' will happen."

"Those?"

Dany noticed that she began to realize what she just said, "Well, it's all in the past. It won't happen now." She pressed, indirectly insisting to drop the subject.

The Mother of Dragons sighed. There is something more they haven't told them and it's making her worried.

"Anyway," Lya broke the tension, placing her bowl down the ground and looked at them, "When do we want to leave back to Winterfell? I'm certain Rhae is worried about us."

This broke their concern, she really is good at changing the subject. Jon straightened his back, "Well, I don't think it'll hurt to go after we eat."

"Do you want to look into Great Uncle Aemon's things first?"

"Maybe I'll take some," he said, "Might be useful, though I'm not certain. Most of his books are histories of the Night Watch. Do you want to take anything from his chambers?"

Their daughter shook her head, "When Rhae and I were here, we were only focused on the eggs. Books? Well… we only took one of his books about medicines and herbs."

"I see," he hummed, "Then, make sure you take what you want. I don't think we will be visiting this place again."

"Yes, papa."

When the family finished, they went to their Great Uncle's room and rummaged through his belongings. Dany took a few letters that were in his drawers, and Lya took out the same book she nicked all those years ago.

Lya then slipped the letters her mother wanted to bring into the book. Then, she placed the book under the dragon eggs in the chest. That way, they'll have less loads to bring. Though she wondered why her mother wanted to bring Great Uncle Aemon's letters.

"I wanted to know his time being here," she answered.

She was about to suggest that her brother might be able to help at that part, but she held herself. Rhaegar hated visions, if she made her look back into history again, he might go insane. Who knows what history holds in his time? Could be traumatizing, and Rhaegar doesn't need another horrible vision to see.

Jon was inspecting the castle one last time, just to ensure if there is anything that can be taken back. Or….. a clue to what is traumatizing his daughter. In the end, he only brought a rope he found to tie the chest onto the dragon.

Lya carried the chest to Daenys. The faithful white dragon is waiting outside the castle as usual, she lies lazily on the ground where she melted the snow underneath her with her fire, clearing off the ground. When her rider got nearer, the dragon sensed her arrival and lifted her head off the ground. Her slit yellow eyes immediately zeroed to the chest she is holding.

Daenys nosed the chest gently as if knowing the content of it. After all, it was her nest sanctuary before they were born.

She smiled at that thought as she placed the chest on the ground, she looked at her dragon sister. It had been years since she saw Daenys as a baby, and to think that she will witness her birth again is a wonderful feeling. Come to think of it, this time, they will grow up together, raised by their father.

The white dragon began nudging the chest as if asking her to open it. Lya obliged, opening the chest, revealing to her the shells that she was once in. She picked the white egg up and showed it to her dragon, Daenys let out a warm breath to the egg from her nostril and purred.

"Nyke kostagon daor umbagon naejot ūndegon ao aril (I can't wait to see you again)," she told her. The dragon only clicked at her with delight.

Jon witnessed the whole exchange from the gates. To think that Lya and her dragon depends so much on each other is both wonderful and sad at the same time. On the one hand, they have a strong bond and they will protect one another. But on the other, it must've meant that they may not have a lot of friends or family to depend on. They must've grown up with so many enemies.

"They're very close," Dany suddenly appeared beside him, breaking his train of thoughts.

Jon turned to her, "Where'd you go?"

"I was taking a last look at Uncle Aemon's chambers," she answered, "Doesn't look like we will be coming back here, and," she looked back at their daughter, "it doesn't look like she wants to come back here."

"You noticed too," he said.

She nodded, "Something must've happened here to her…or them."

"Aye," he agreed, "But it doesn't look like she wants to tell us yet."

Dany pressed her cheek to his shoulder, "There's so much we don't know about them."

He embraced her, "And we may probably never will," he kissed the top of her head, "They are here to fix their future, I don't think they want to look back anymore."

"Only ahead," she added, "Just like us."

"Aye, like us," he repeated. He looked at her lovingly, "Let's go home."

She nodded and they both walked to their daughter and her dragon, ready to go back to Winterfell.

Winterfell

"Brienne?" Jaime knocked on her door, "Ser Davos said you haven't been feeling well. Do you need assistance there?"

He waited for a while before there is a response, "I'm fine."

"Horse shit," he called out, "You've been bed-ridden for at least a week, Brienne."

At least, that's what Davos said. After Lord Jon and Queen Daenerys left somewhere, the Onion Knight came up to him and talked to him. He didn't remember how but the subject suddenly drifted to this tall lady knight.

Somehow, he knew about their relationship. The Lannister doesn't know how, even Tyrion had to know from him instead of deducing what's going on between the two. But Davos only glared at him and said, "Look, for your sake, the King and Queen's sake, and her sake, talk to her." And at that, he left him pondering what he meant.

So here he is, wondering if she's alright. He knocked again, "Brienne, Davos said you wanted to talk to me. Can you at least talk to me?" he sighed, "Besides, we haven't spoken for a while."

There isn't a response for a moment, he was about to knock again when the door creaked open. The knight woman looked appeared between the gap of the door.

Jaime looked at her with concern, she is definitely not alright. Her hair is a mess, and her face is pale. She is wearing a simple night gown, how sick is she? He then cleared his throat, "Mind if I come in?"

She didn't say anything but she opened the door wide anyway. The Kingsguard took it as a yes and helped himself in.

Her chamber looks a little dull, but it looks rather comfy. Simple and clean. She has a bed, a desk and chair, a hearth, and a bucket?

Brienne walked towards the bed and sat on it, "Now, what do you want?"

"Good to see you too," she pulled the chair to the side of the bed and sat on it to face her, "So… how are you?"

"As I said, I'm well," she said.

"Don't lie to me," he retorted, "I haven't seen you with Sansa for a while, in fact, I haven't seen you anywhere. And you want to tell me that you are well?". He raised his voice a bit. Didn't he make it clear that he cares about her? Why is she hiding from him? What did he do?

She still didn't say anything and looked away.

He sighed, maybe he should switch his tactic. After all, they became intimate during the party. Maybe that changed some things a bit.

He placed his hand on hers, "Brienne, look at me," he told her. The woman turned to face him, her face looks so nervous. But why? He needs to take it slow between them first, "No matter what happens, I'll be there for you," he promised, "I know, things haven't been settled lately, especially the fight against my sister. But…. You were there for me when I first came here," he smiled at her, "If it weren't for you, Queen Daenerys would've thrown me into the dungeons. But you stepped in and helped me, and I will forever be grateful for what you did."

She began to smile a bit, good. He continues, "Now, I am willing to do the same for you. I want to be there for you, no matter what."

Brienne sat back a bit, "Be careful what you say, Jaime Lannister."

"It's the truth," he smirked, then he rested his elbows on his lap, "Now, can you tell me what's bothering you?" her small smile began to fade, he thought quickly, "Please? We haven't spoken for a while, and I'm worried."

"When were you ever worried," she muttered.

"Is this about the night at the feast?" he suddenly said, he had no idea how to approach it anymore because she keeps changing the subject. So he has to go straight for the throat, "If it's about that we were too close or something, I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable….but…."

Then it clicked to him. The night of the feast, her feeling ill, the bucket…..

"Look, for your sake, the King and Queen's sake, and her sake, talk to her."

His eyes widened, "Brienne, are you…."

"So..you figured it out yourself," she sighed. She pulled her gown back to reveal her growing bump, "I am with child."

Jaime couldn't breathe. His child. What will Cersei say? What will the Kingsguard do to him and her? A babe? In the middle of a war? And in the presence of the Starks and Targaryen?

Brienne must've thought that he is thinking negatively about the child, for she crossed her arms, "you see? This is why I couldn't talk to you. This is how you will react. The second you know something bad is happening, you'd run away like the coward you are, and…"

Jaime didn't even listen to her before she could even finish what she has to say, he walked towards her and pulled her into an embrace. This shuts her big mouth up, he is just overwhelmed. All his children died, and somehow, the Gods are willing to give him a second chance to have another, "That's wonderful."

"I…. you are not mad?" she asked meekly, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.

"Why should I be mad?" he pulled away from her with a huge smile upon his face, "In this war, the one we are looking for now is a new life! And we created one together! We are going to have a future, Brienne!"

She smiled a bit at him, "I suppose."

"Don't you want the babe?" he watches her reaction, and it's not enthusiastic. When Cersei was pregnant with Joffrey all those years ago, she was delightful.

"I do, it's just," she sighed, "I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, I've taken care of my sister when she was with child," he reassured her, "We are going to make it. Does anyone know of this? I take it Ser Davos knows, but…"

"Only one," she quickly answered.

"Who?" he furrowed his brow.

"Rhaegar Targaryen, the son of the Dragon Queen and Lord Snow," she said, "he came here yesterday and asked me about him."

"How does he know about your condition?" he sat back to his chair.

This time, she smiled at him and placed her hand on her bump, "He knew our son."

His eyes widened, "What?"

"Yes," tears began welling up her eyes, "They are both good friends."

He too felt like crying too, he began to laugh a bit. To think that his child will get along with a Stark and a Targaryen is such a farfetched thought, and yet, here they are. He stroked his hair, "That's…. that's great."

"And he's here."

He looked at him, "What?"

"Our son is here. I mean, our future son," she said, "he traveled with the twins of Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen."

Jaime sat back. This news is…. Just overwhelming. His son is alive and doing the right thing, he couldn't help but smile wider, "What did we name him?"

"Jared," she answered him, "Prince Rhaegar said that we named him Jared."

"Then…" he processed what she's telling her, "They must've accepted him even though we were Kingsguard."

Brienne looked at him for a while and nodded.

Jaime couldn't help but sat back on the bed and embraced her, "I can't wait to meet our child." He wonders what he may look like. What is he like, in fact? If they are good friends with the son of the Dragon Queen and the White Wolf, then he must be a good person, right?

She snuggled to his chest, "Me too."

Daenys glided gracefully in the skies. She barely moved and gently flapped her wings, being careful of the special item tied around her neck.

Lya held onto her scales calmly. With the dragon barely moving, it's easier to just sit up straight and not afraid to fall. She looked back to see her mother also relaxing, her back on her father's chest, acting as her back support. Good.

She managed to turn back a bit, "How are you feeling?"

"Good," her mother hummed, "I've never flown this relaxed before."

Lya smiled and stroked her scales, "She probably knows whom she's carrying. That's why."

Her father chuckled, "I can't believe I am going to hatch her."

Lya giggled, "I can't even believe they are going to be older first, considering that we hatched them in the past." She can't wait to see how remorseful her brother would be once she tells him this.

When they arrived, Winterfell is exactly as they left. There are still people around, but after the events that has been going on, most stayed at home.

Daenys landed where they last took off from Winterfell, right outside the castle, the dragon landed gracefully. She is careful not to disrupt the people on her back. She then lowered her back for all the riders to dismount. Lya hopped off with ease, then she turned back to help her mother.

Ever since heavy with child…. Children, her walking has slowed. Climbing off is even harder now, she felt tired easily. Luckily, Jon and her daughter are here to help.

"Watch your steps," Jon said.

After careful footings, she's finally off the dragon. Lya then pulled the rope free from her dragon's neck and carefully carried the chest. Once the dragon didn't feel anything else on her, she crawled away and took off, leaving the humans behind.

"Your Graces, you're back," an elder's voice called.

The three of them turned to see Ser Davos approaching them, "I take it that your quest was successful?"

"Aye," Jon answered, "We got what we were looking for."

"I expect you to be at least two or three days away, but you didn't waste your time at all," the Onion Knight hummed.

Lya began looking around to find her brother and her wolf, but there are no signs of them, "Ser Davos, where is my brother?"

"He left right after you both left yesterday."

"What?" she nearly dropped the chest.

"He wanted to look for your friend's bodies," he told them, "Right after you bother left, he arranged his own search party and left with your wolves."

"Search party?" Her mother quirked an eyebrow up, "Of who?"

"Giantsbane and Arya Stark," he said.

"I see," Lya looked down sadly. She knew what this meant. He is still not forgiving himself if he up and left immediately like that. Her brother isn't the type of person to just let go of his closest allies easily, and when he felt like he failed his duty, he'd work himself to death for it. There were so many times where she had to talk to him for a long time so that he can learn to have peace for himself, but old habits die hard. She just hopes that he'll come back soon so that he can talk to her.

I tried to research more about the Faceless men and try to understand their behavior. So that's the conclusion I found. Robb's cost is his eye, there's a reason for it, and I'll explain next time.

Jon and Dany bonding together and finding out a bit about Lya is kind of necessary. This way, it triggers parental worry, especially towards Rhae. Lya is more of the bridge to the couple's connection so that they understand better what they are supposed to do as King and Queen and parents at the same time.

As for Jaime and Brienne, my initial plan was to skip their scene together, but I can't afford to that when I am going to introduce him to them soon. They must understand what they are getting themselves to.