Another! Thanks for everyone's patience with to this fic ^^ And I can see people are already trying to ship our twins hahaa, glad that their progress is quite well ^^

Here's another!

Somewhere in the castle of Winterfell

Words spread like wildfire of the news that a Lannister spy was captured, everyone became weary but at the same time, confident that Winterfell is able to get back to its feet. These murmurs reached the castle ears, where the internal people began hearing the news of the captured spy.

And the first to hear this is none other than the Masters of Whispers himself. He heard the murmurs from the servants and guards, that the rouge ally of Lord Snow brought them a spy caught around White Harbor, making his heart stop.

Could this be it? That this person might give away his position? He had seen what Daenerys Targaryen has come to be, and afraid that she might turn like her own father, especially when he saw that she demanded Tyrion and him to find a way so that she can get the Iron Throne to her. When they found out that she is with child, he thought that things might change. He had pledged his assistance with Lady Stark as well for this.

But, after he heard about how Euron was taken down by the future son of Jon and Daenerys, how he broke his nose repeatedly and furiously, and how he seemed to be in more control than Jon Snow, Daenerys still wanting the Iron Throne, and the dragon that breathes wildfire… it seems that the apple does not fall far from the tree. Tyrion didn't really vocalize on this, but the Masters of Whispers has served enough Kings and Queens to know the signs of madness, and once they are mad, there is no turning back.

And Lady Sansa herself... he knew that she had lived with manipulators and sly people who made terrible decisions to the realm and greatly affected them. Who is to say that she might turn to be like them? Like another Cersei Lannister? Yes, she did care for the North, but if she supports the Dragon Queen, who knows how powerful she would become that can greatly cost the realm?

Aeyrs had children, and that still didn't stop him from turning mad. Even Viserys and Rhaegar turned mad, and that became their demise. As of Daenery Targaryen... she could be falling there already, even when she is still carrying her children. And by the looks of it, her children could be the next candidate to fall for this state. Why else would they come back to this timeline if not to put their mother back to where she rightfully belong: the Iron Throne.

He had to make sure the realm is safe, safe from tyranny again.

Poison won't work without raising suspicions. Without further hesitation, he grabbed a scroll and scribbled a message quickly. Then, he plucked a raven from the cage by the window and attached the scroll to its leg. He must send word to his channels of communication.

To assassinate the Dragon Queen before it's too late.

Jon grunted as he sat beside Dany, exhausted after a long trip and after trying to make his sister understand. It doesn't look like he'll be able to have a council meeting any time soon if Sansa left heartbroken like this, he knows that she'll get over it, but he doesn't know when and how long.

And now, his son isn't taking this seriously.

"It's better I tell her now than to let Varys spread the word instead," Jon said in defense, "It wasn't easy for me, I can't imagine it'd be for her too."

"True," Rhaegar muttered, leaning at the extinguished hearth before noticing the chest they retrieved at Castle Black, "So, I see that you've found your gift, along with the letters in it."

Jon looked down to the chest, imagining the baby dragons waiting to hatch at the presence of their father. His own father has prepared this for him even before he was born, "It's quite overwhelming."

His son smiled at him and turned to his sister, "We were quite too when we first found them," then he turned to his mother, "Muna, how are you feeling?"

Dany smiled at him weakly, "A little nauseous, but otherwise, I'll be fine."

"I see," he sighed in relief.

Jon cleared his throat, "Son, there is something I'd like to ask."

He quirked his brow up, reminding him of Dany, "Go on?"

"I assume that your search was a success," he began, "But did you find anything suspicious along the way?"

"What makes you say that?"

This time, Dany chimes in, "We heard that there is a captured spy."

Rhaegar stood still but didn't give away any expression. For someone who bursts with anger like his mother, he is very good at keeping his emotions, "Yes, we captured one. Found him snooping around the way to Winterfell."

"Did you get to question him?" Jon asked.

"Well," he straightened his back and crossed his arms, "We did, but he's still a little tight mouth. You might want to question him later on. It seems that he was responsible for what happened to Winterfell too."

"I knew it," Jon clenched his fist, there is no way someone would march Winterfell without knowing what their internal would be. No one in history had ever invades the North since the days of Torrhen Stark.

"When I found ….their bodies," Rhaegar swallowed as he said this, his lips pursed, "They were off-track. They should be heading South, but instead, we found them around White Harbor. Curious, don't you think?"

Jon crossed his arms, his brows furrowed. Even if the Lannisters camps out around White Harbor, there must be an insider. "So, there really is a spy among us?"

Rhaegar nods, "Aye, I managed to infiltrate their little camp and overheard a few things."

His sister turned to face her brother, "Did you find a name?"

"That too, but I don't have proof without raising any suspicions," he said, "So….. Aunt Arya and I decided to use another tactic to expose his dirty little scheme during your council meetings again."

"I see, and what's on both of your minds," Just as he said that he blinked, he hasn't heard of Arya when they got back. In fact, there wasn't any news about his sister. "Rhaegar, where is Arya?"

He eyed him and Dany without moving his head, as if hesitant to speak. He bit his lower lip, still staying silent. What is his son hiding? What happened to his sister? He leaned forward, "Rhaegar," he repeated, "Where is Arya?"

He sighed, "She's here," he said with a soft voice, "However, she'll be here by the time we have the council meeting. And until our dearly beloved Aunt Sansa stops weeping, I'd suggest this council meeting to delay until she's done crying her heart out."

His son earned a nudge from his sister, "That wasn't nice."

"What do you know about being nice?" he sneered.

"More than you do," she retorted back, the young rouge princess crossed her arms and angrily turned her face away from her brother.

"Aye, you do know, but you never practiced being one," he grinned.

Lya gasped and turned back to him in shock. Without warning, she smacked his arm, "You know nothing, Rhaegar Targaryen."

Jon flinched at her words, he felt as if Ygritte is here to haunt him again. He heard that his children are gifted, but do they know about his past relationship with the wildlings?

But seeing how they interact with each other, it doesn't look like he needs to worry about it.

"Hey, I'm the one with the visions, I know a lot more than you do," he protests.

Jon chuckled at their little argument, he can see the love-hate relationship between the twins and it's quite entertaining to see sometimes.

"Which is exactly why the gods gave you those gifts so that you won't fall for your own stupidity of knowing nothing, and it seems that it's still put to bad use."

"Hey, I was the one who -"

"Enough, children," Dany raised her voice, catching the attention of their arguing twins. "Goodness, how did you both survive here without killing each other."

"Because I, dear mother, have been graciously kind to my sweet sister here to let her win in every argument," he said in a sarcastic tone and bowed.

"Horseshit," Lya muttered under her breathe.

Rhaegar quickly turned to her, "What was that?"

"Nothing dear brother, nothing at all," she pats his arm and walks towards her mother and sat beside her. His daughter then snaked an arm around her mothers and turned to Jon. "So, papa, you did mention that you want a council meeting with the Lords of the North this evening."

Jon snapped from his daze of thinking about the twins and cleared his throat, "Oh, of course. But I may need to delay it a little bit if Sansa is not ready yet, especially after knowing about who I am."

The twins hummed. He did speak about this with Lyanna and Dany, if they are to make things faster to prepare for the Second Long Night, then they must act quickly. However, if Sansa is not onboard, it's difficult to do so. And it's nearing sunset already.

He must do something, especially knowing that there is a mole in here. The longer they wait, the more information this mole will give to Cersei, which will be the end of all of them, and their future children coming to this time will be gone to waste. Jon knew that it's time to put the past behind him, and face reality.

"I need to speak to Sansa," he resolves.

"Now?" Lya asked, "Don't you at least want to give her time?"

"There isn't one if a spy is in here in the castle, the longer we ponder here, the more advantage Cersei will get, and the North will once again be vulnerable."

"Make sense," Rhaegar puts his hands in his pockets, "However, since you told her about this reveal, I don't think it'll be easy for her to understand coming from you. I think it's best if I-"

"I'll speak to her," Lya chimed in, interrupting her brother. Rhaegar gave her a glare, to which Lya shrugged, "Hey, you just got here!"

"And so do you," he exclaimed, "In case you didn't know, I spoke to her already."

"And I'm certain she's sick of it," she shrugged him off, he wanted to say something snarky again to her but Lya ignored him and turned to him and Dany, "Muna, Papa, I am the only one who has not seen or spoken to Aunt Sansa. At this point, I think the best person to talk things through with Aunt Sansa is with me."

"What makes you think that that is a great idea, dear sister," Rhaegar grumbled at her.

"She is right, son," Jon chimed, he understands that his son is always up front, ready to give it his all to make sure that their path is paved, just like when he realized that his best friend died. "Your Aunt Sansa wanted to meet your sister but hasn't got the opportunity to. It'd be best she spoke to someone whom she wanted to meet."

At the mention of this, his son hung his mouth open and furrowed his brows. His daughter, on the other hand, seems to be proud of it. She stood up and walks towards her brother, "Come on, this is girl talk. You don't need to be in one."

"Fine, fine," he grumbled.

"Good," then she turned to Jon, "Papa, do you know where Aunt Sansa's chamber is?"

"It's not far from here actually, just a corner from here. Missandei knows," her mother said, "She's usually by the door, let her take you to her."

"Alright, wish me luck everyone," she then walked by the door and quickly stepped out, leaving him and his two-family.

"Show off," Rhaegar grumbled and sat on the chair, then he leaned forward to look at him and Dany, "So…..what have you three been doing while I was on the other side?"

Jon chuckled, "As you can see, I wanted to find my children," he looked at the chest sitting on the floor. It's still hard to believe that he is destined to be fathering, not only human children but dragons.

Rhaegar followed his line of direction and walks towards the chest. He picked it up and walks back to them, placing it gently on the floor and opening it. His son stared at them with awe, "Same as before. Untouched."

Jon looks at them and immediately felt as if they are calling to him. There is this call whispering in his head, wanting him to acknowledge them. He picked up the egg with the white shell. The egg is warm and shined like Valyrian steel, "I suppose this is your sister's dragon."

He nodded, "Daenys."

Jon placed the egg back again and picked up the grey one, then he looks to his son, "Balerion."

"Aye," he leaned back to his chair.

"He breathes green fire," Dany said. Jon just remembered about it, there was a hint of green flame during the battle, and no one can produce such flames since the reign of Aeyrs.

"I am not certain either to how it's possible that Balerion can do that, but I can assure you that the dragon isn't mad," he said.

"I see," Jon hummed.

"May I, Jon?" Dany lifts his empty palms, wanting to welcome the egg into her hands.

"Of course," he handed her the egg before reaching for the red egg.

"Don't you want to name them? They are yours after all," His son asked curiously.

He chuckled, "You named them for me already, doesn't make sense to create another name."

He smiled, "Alright," he said sheepishly, "Thanks."

Jon turned back to the red one and testing its weigh, comparing them to the other eggs. They weighed the same and the shell glows just like its siblings. Why didn't this one hatch? He wonders.

"Now this one," Rhaegar chimed, "we didn't get to name it."

"You never thought about naming it?"

"We never really thought about it," he said, "When they hatched, we buried the red egg. We named Balerion and Daenys in our tents," he explained before shifting his seat, "But now that you are here, you get to name him or her."

Jon hummed, "I see," he gazed all his attention to the egg and turned to Dany, "Would you like to name it?"

She smiled at him, "They are yours, you should name them."

"But…. I don't know what to name him or her," he stuttered.

"Think of someone whom you admire," Rhaegar suggested, "That's usually the best case for us. And since we don't know the gender of this little one, you might want to make an alternative name."

"Well….." Jon tried to think. Whom did he admire? There is so many people he had met and known along the way, his uncle, the Targaryen conquerors, his family.

Then, a thought came to him as he carefully watched the egg. It's as if something whispered its name. "Rhaena," he said, "And if it's a boy, it's Viserion."

He heard Dany gasp beside him, "Jon, you didn't have to…."

"No, I want to," he interrupts her, knowing that she would want him to choose for himself, not to honor someone who is not his. But he wants to, that dragon risked his life to save him, he won't allow the dragon to be remembered as the dragon that turned. "Viserion saved us, I will not let his name be tarnished just because he turned against us."

He can see her violet eyes began to well with tears, she placed the grey egg back to the chest and wrapped her arms around his, "Thank you, my love. Viserion would be happy."

He kissed her forehead, "I owe my life to him."

"Honorable as always," His son commented and shifted where he sits, "Well, I won't say I am surprised, but I actually am. Was thinking that you might name them from Targaryen ancestors as Lya and I did, but that'll work."

"Aye."

"And Rhaena, as in Queen Rhaena Targaryen?"

"No," he said. For this particular one though, there are two special people to him, who helped him guide his way back to Dany. Otherwise, he'd be a loss. He didn't think of his Targaryen ancestor when he thought of the name Rhaena, he thought of the particular twins that came from the future.

He quirked his brow up, clearly trying to understand what he meant, "So, if it's not from our ancestral Queen, then who?"

"You and your sister's name, combined together," he said to his son gently. Jon didn't feel like he needs to elaborate further, for it's quite self-explanatory.

His son blinked, "Oh, well….." he scratched his cheek meekly, "I'm….well….. I'm honored, father. Wasn't what I was expecting, but… it sounds good," he then looked at his father with a slight embarrassment of this knowledge, "Thank you, old man."

Jon smiled at him, "Son, it is I…." he held Dany's hand into his, "We, who must thank you. With you two being here, we were able to avoid a tragic future. I was able to avoid going down a dark road, and abandoning you two, all of you."

He felt Dany rests her head on his arm, giving him the comfort he needs. To which he obliges, squeezing her hand in acknowledgment, how could his other self abandon this beautiful and strong woman?

Rhaegar ran a hand on his hair, ducking his head. It seems that his son isn't good at handling compliments, "It's… fine. There's nothing to thank, just doing what needs to be done."

"It's not nothing, sweetling. Come here," Dany said to him gently, stretching her arm to welcome him to sit beside her where her sister took place moments ago.

His son blinked, looking a little hesitant but did as he was told. When he took his place beside his mother, Dany immediately wrapped her arm around his. She sighed in content, "With you here, I don't even have to worry how you both will turn out. You've grown strong, smart, brave, and handsome, my son."

Rhaegar chuckled, and enveloped his mother with his arm, "I have you both to thank for that," then he placed his mouth on top of her head.

Jon wondered if his son was given more criticism than compliments, for he too was embarrassed when he received one. Lyanna didn't shy away when she does receive one, he can see it when the three of them were in Castle Black.

Castle Black.

"Rhaegar," Jon called, making his son's violet eye turn to him, "Before coming here, did something happened to you both at Castle Black?"

He blinked, his face unreadable as he still holds his mother, "What do you mean?"

"Your sister didn't seem comfortable when we were at Castle Black, she barely wanted to go anywhere but Maester Aemon's room."

"Well… who wouldn't be uncomfortable in that godforsaken castle anyway. I'm sure you, of all people, would know this," he scoffed. Jon couldn't tell if he's avoiding the question or didn't really know about it.

"Aye, but she looked like she had been through something terrible, far worse than I did," Jon answered. He knows that he shouldn't ask this, but seeing Lyanna looking small back in Castle Black when he mentioned this made him uncomfortable too. As a father, he wants to know what happened to his little girl.

"Hmmm… I won't say that I don't know what happened at Castle Black, but I do know that it's something not worth bringing up again if she's not going to tell you what happened," he simply said, expression still unreadable, but his words seem serious.

Jon was taken aback at his words and his eyes drifted to Dany's violet eyes. It was the look of concern in them, he had seen them when she was taking care of him the day, she saw the Wights for the first time. It is in par with the knowledge of something terrible had happened to their daughter, and probably their son.

But Rhaegar didn't make it look like it's a big deal. He gave them a warm smile, "Don't be so worried about that, whatever happened before is in the past. Besides, we took care of it. There are just some places that give us terrible memory and notice, wouldn't you agree, Father?"

"Well, yes…" he stuttered.

But Rhaegar isn't letting him finish, "Lyanna is not the type of person who would want to bring up the past if it's not necessary for the future, so I think it's best not to ask her again about that."

"Yes, Rhaegar," Dany said, stroking his dark raven hair, "But as parents, we worry. What happened there?"

He sighed, "It's really not my place to say, however, I can tell you that nothing really terrible happened to her," he gave her a warm smile of reassurance, "She's stronger than she looks, you do not need to worry about what happened in the past. Besides, I've been with her since the beginning. We look after each other," he then rolled his eyes, "Even if she is a huge pain in the arse," he mumbled.

At that last statement, Jon and Dany couldn't help but laugh. The tension earlier and that question began to slowly fade. The White Wolf wondered how this young man obtained such sense humor even when his parents are so serious, and his time wasn't pleasant.

"Speaking of your sister, Rhaegar," Dany calmed down after a while, "I know your sister mentioned that you both are only siblings, but I'd like to know from you yourself."

Rhaegar quirked an eyebrow up, looking dumbfounded, "Yes, Muna?"

"Do you love your sister as a woman?" she casually asked.

His son immediately furrowed his brows and eyes began to open wide, "Pardon me?"

Jon chuckled, and crossed his arms, "Actually, I quite like to know this as well from you, dear boy."

"Alright, who put you both up to this the lot of you," he grumbled, making his parents chuckle, "For the last time, we are not together. We are just siblings, nothing more, nothing less."

"Ahh, so we weren't the first to ask of this?" Dany asked playfully.

"I know, I know, we look like some old married couple, people kept asking. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I love her as a woman, believe me," he reassured again as his ears turned red, just like his sister. "I mean, come on, we had to survive together. It's logical that we had to stick together."

"And with no sparks between you both in the process? That's quite unbelievable," his mother urged.

"Dear gods above, pregnancy has really gotten in you, didn't you, mother," Rhaegar complained, "Honestly, we are just siblings. I never kissed her the way you both kissed each other, nor even touch her as a woman. I feel nothing towards her, just as siblings, that's all."

"You do know that we are products of siblings love as well, don't you, son?" Jon grinned at him, making Dany giggle. Her voice is soothing and calming, hearing her happy gave him a swell of warmth in his heart.

"Alright, enough," Rhaegar's face blossomed red, "I can assure you both that your twins feel nothing about each other. Period."

Dany strokes hold his arm, "Just so you know, my sweetling, the future can change. Including yours."

"And that's something we are working on," he said with a grin as he leaned back with his arms, "To get you both to be King and Queen of Westeros and Essos," he switched the subject skillfully.

Damn boy, Jon's face fell at the mention of that. He never wanted to be King, but the people chose him to be their King. He didn't feel ready at first, and his interest is for the good of everyone. He doesn't know if he fulfilled what the North needs since he isn't a King that long for them, to be honest, he was a little relieved that he wasn't King anymore. He just didn't want to be one.

However, after seeing how much people placed their trust in him, Dany's trust and loyalty to him, knowing about his true parents, and the arrival of the twins….. he is more certain. A little nervous, but more certain than before.

He looks at his son, "Not to say that I am not prepared to be one, but," he sighed, "When do you….." he readjusts his words, and looks to his son, "When do I know, that I am the King they need?"

Rhaegar straightened his back and looked at him with a serious stare. There are encouragement and trust in his violet eyes, "You won't," he simply said, "That's all that is, Father. A leap of faith."

Lyanna shakily looks at the door to her aunt's chambers. She didn't exactly want to meet the aunt who revealed to everyone her father's secret, but time is running out. If there really is an insider, they must act quickly.

A part of her still wishes that she didn't volunteer to this, making peace with someone whom you know was part to blame for what happened to their future isn't something easy to talk about. However, another part of her whispers to her that at this time, his aunt doesn't know anything. And if it's possible, it'd be best that they all keep it that way, so long that his parents and the Three-Eyed Raven don't rat them out. But she doubts that they will after their talk.

She turns to her mother's friend, "Alright, thank you, Missandei. You may go now."

The trusty translator bowed and left her alone to face her distraught aunt.

The young dragonwolf sighed. She leaned closer to the door, trying to hear any commotions inside.

And heard a quiet sob.

She pursed her lips, there's a small pang of guilt inside her. Sure, she was a snake in their time, but she still a wolf-like she is. And to just realize that her brother isn't her brother…., she knew what it's like to receive sudden news that changes everything she once knew and believe, and it took her a while to accept that fact.

But at that time, she wasn't alone. She had Rhaegar to go through that revelation. When they had to be sent away so that their mother won't be threatened for their lives, when they had to leave for Westeros to the North… she was rarely alone to deal with all those heartbreaks.

But her aunt, she is. And that's what made one most vulnerable.

Here goes, she nodded with determination and knocked on the door softly.

The sob stopped, but she couldn't hear any commotion for a while. She knocked again a little louder, "Excuse, my Lady," she called with the politest voice she could muster, something she had not done for quite a while.

"Please, I need to be alone," she heard from the other side, a sad cry, "I'm not feeling well."

I'm certain it is, she thought. She said the same thing to Rhae when their father died all those years ago, and it turned out, she needed company. Greywind was her balm to her broken heart when her brother brought him to her, and it helped her a lot.

This time, she felt a little bit bolder, she opened the door and welcomed herself in.

Aunt Sansa's chamber is a little dark and gloomy, only a single candle is burning. The layout is a lot like her father's but otherwise, it's neatly organized.

And there at the near corner is the Lady's bed, where a person lies on it. Her aunt. She had her back turned, and her quiet sobs fill her room. Thankfully, Lya opened the door quietly, and slowly, her aunt didn't seem to notice her coming in.

When she closed the door, that's when the sob paused, followed by a sniff, "Please," her aunt called out in a whimper, "I'm sorry, I am not in the condition to talk to anyone yet."

Lya let out her breath, "Aunt Sansa."

At that moment, it's like time stood still. Her aunt's sobbing paused, as if processing the new voice she just heard. Lya's breathing slowed down as her aunt began to slowly turn her back, her wide grey eyes meeting her violets for the first time.

The young dragonwolf didn't feel any intimated nor shocked, rather uncomfortable. Just like when she first met her mother and father, this is not how she imagined she will meet her family. The gods really shifted how they all plan to meet, and she's rather unprepared for this.

Aunt Sansa began to sit up, not taking her eyes of Lyanna, "You're…."

Lya didn't wait for her to finish, she walks slowly to her and pulled a chair to sit and face her, she inspects her aunt. She didn't look like she's crying her heart out, rather…maybe shocked at the revelation. She had seen what her brother's term met, but she can tell that she can get over this. But maybe, it'll be a little bit more complicated, especially since her unborn niece is right in front of her.

As much as she wanted to get angry at her, she had to remind herself that this is the Aunt that she can change. She had learned about her father's lineage after knowing that he and her mother are getting married. She had to calm herself and forget the past, this future can be changed.

She cleared her throat, and clasped her hands, "How are you holding up?"

Her aunt pursed her lips and wiped a falling tear from her eyes, "I… I'm fine, just overwhelmed."

"About my father's true parents?"

She looked at her and slowly nodded.

"Understandable," she said.

"I'm sorry, it's just too complicated….to know that our…..my own father lied to us….." she stuttered but didn't continue.

"…to protect him," she finished, but it seems that that wasn't the words her aunt was looking for her, but she twisted it, "I know what it's like, to learn of something that changed everything you have ever believed in," Lya had so much urge to tell what truly happened in their time, but it seems that it's best not to reveal everything that she did to her family. Otherwise, she might get suspicious why she made that action and would turn against them, and that's something they want to prevent when they are all supposed to unite.

Her aunt nodded slowly and sighed, unresponsive. Then her eyes lifts to meet her grey ones, "You have Jon's eyes, our eyes."

Lya shifted awkwardly, "Yes."

"With your mother's appearance," she added softly.

She nodded.

"It's a beautiful combination," Aunt Sansa finally said, smiling softly at her, "My father would've wanted to meet you."

Lya chuckled, "Thank you. I've been told that he was an honorable man."

"He was," she looked down as she said this, "Probably the best of all of us." Her grey eyes look like they are looking a thousand miles away.

She wondered if this what she looked like when she accepted her father passed, longing for him to be there with her. Her brother once saw their granduncle, but it wasn't a pleasant one, he said.

Leaning back to her chair, she watches her aunt reminiscing her late father. She shifted, "He took my father's secret to his grave."

Her aunt didn't move as she said that "How long did he plan to keep this to himself? If it weren't for his friend and Bran, we'll never know about it."

"Does it matter?" Lya asks softly, "No matter who he is, he is still your brother, blood relation or not. You both grew up together and you've known him for your entire life. He is still a Stark, after all."

"But…" she voices her doubts.

"'but'?"

She sighed, "I've realized that I had treated him badly growing up," she admitted, making Lya taken aback. Her aunt is admitting her own wrong? That's the first. Did Rhae encounter this?

She continues, "Had I known that he is the son of my aunt and Rhaegar Targaryen, I would've treated him differently. Gods, he didn't even have to leave for the Wall," this time, she let out her breath, releasing her tension, "I was a fool."

Lya clasped her hands, not feeling pity nor the urge to tell that she is wrong. "But he forgave you anyway. And he still sees you as his sister. How can this revelation be any different?"

"But you don't know the things I did…."

"I know….. I heard a few, not all, but I'm aware," she said. But deep in her heart, she knows her aunt, though she decided to not to be vocal about it. "But had anyone knew about the heir to the Iron Throne is still alive, people would have come after him. And who knows what would happen, maybe your father would've been arrested immediately."

She nodded, "he did what he believed is right, and Jon saved our home in the process."

"And you managed to keep the North together while he was away looking for us."

Her aunt looks up to her, "You were named after our aunt," she pointed out, "Lyanna."

Lya nods, "My mother did."

"Even she was influenced by his sense of honor," she chuckled, "I suppose, I really did misjudge your mother."

"Have you spoken to my mother about this?"

"Yes, and we came to a common ground," she said, then she sat nearer to her, "Lyanna, I want you to know how sorry I am to her. I know I had not been fair in the past to her, but I swear to you that she has my full support on whatever she needs, just like Jon."

This is new, Lya thought, and she didn't look like she's faking it. Rather genuine about this, but the evidence is there though, that she is still welcoming her mother and her people. So far, they had treated her people just fine, providing enough supplies for them. Was it from her father's orders or hers, she can't say. But seeing that her aunt didn't complain about it, seems to be quite a proof that she supports her mother.

"So," Lya clears her throat again, "You accept that my father is the son of your aunt and the fallen Dragon Prince?"

She slowly nods, "Hard to believe at first, but I believe that I have come to terms with it."

"And do you know what that means when he will marry my mother?"

She pauses for awhile and nods again, "Yes, they are aunt and nephew."

"Does this bother you?" she asks, she has to be sure. If she's not, Lya will have to ensure that her parents are protected at all costs.

She shook her head, "I find it strange at first, about their relationship. But I have come to peace about it. After all," she gave her a warm genuine smile, no sign of lie there, "They both bore two honorable and beautiful children."

Lya is taken aback at her compliment, but she didn't show it, "Thank you."

"At first, I worry that what happened to King Aerys would repeat again because of that, but it seems that I don't have to worry about that at all. How foolish I was," she scolded herself, then she lifts her eyes to meet her violet ones, "Look at you, Lyanna. You've grown up to be a fine young woman. And I can see Jon in you, even when you have the appearance of Daenarys. But your brother is the opposite of you, he has Jon's appearance but the spirit of hers."

She nods, "We have them to thank."

"I'm glad," she gave her a warm smile. Without warning, she took her hand to hers. Lya is taken aback by her sudden action as her aunt looks at her lovingly, "And I am glad that our family is growing, even after we had so many losses, we managed to come back together. And with new family members."

Definitely new, Lya thought, but she decides to play along. "I'm glad that you accept my mother, despite what many people had said about her."

"I know, I am so sorry that it came to that. She has been nothing but helpful and caring to the North. I assure you that, I have her back no matter what. Especially when she is carrying my niece and nephew," she said with determination, "Look at you, Lyanna Targaryen. You might not look like my aunt, but from what I have heard from my father, you have her kindness. Thank you for coming to see me, I have been wanting to meet you since you both came."

"It's no problem, Aunt Sansa," Lya replied, she squeezed her aunt's hands and pulled hers back, "I suppose my brother have told you why we are here."

She nodded, "He did."

"Good, then I do not need to further repeat myself," she said, "I just came here to see if you are alright."

"I'm fine, thank you, dear one," she said, "It was just overwhelming, but otherwise, I am fine."

She nods, "Your brother would like to speak with you regarding a council meeting. Are you up for it now?"

Aunt Sansa nods and stands up, "Yes, whatever he needs."

"My parents are still at their room where you left them, last I heard, they were discussing a few things about it with Rhaegar."

"Let's meet them then," she suggests.

Spoken like a true Lady of Winterfell, Lya thought.

And both ladies exited Sansa's room to go to Jon's, her aunt looks more determined than ever. They will finish this insider's task to smithereens.

Hope it's not too long. This one took a long time because I had to brainstorm how their conversation would be like, especially with Sansa and Lyanna.

As of now, I think you can guess whom the traitor is :D

I love it when Jon and Dany tease Rhae about his relationship with Lyanna, that was fun to write haha!

I hope it's quite a realistic POV and conversation. Let me know your thoughts!

Next, revealing the spy!