Hey all. Do comment what you think about this. Sorry for Lyanna' death, but it was very difficult to go with the current pairing with her alive. Since I had no plans to make Jae paired with Lyanna, she had to die. I am not very happy how her death scene came out, so it might change before the next update.

EDDARD STARK

He had always known that his emotions were a little dull, but his little sister's smiling face made him smile too. Despite everything that happened between them, Lyanna was always going to be his little sister. As he walked closer to her raised arms, her round stomach was becoming more apparent. It did disgust him, but he tried not to show it on his face. Lya, though, seem to catch it anyway. Her arms went down as a frown appeared on his face.

"Lya..."

She raised her hand once again, but this time in a motion to stop him.

"Would you answer a few of my questions, elder brother?"

He had more than a few questions of his own, so he nodded.

"Why didn't you reply to all the letters I sent you? And don't tell me you didn't receive them because one of the couriers Rhaegar sent came back after giving a letter in your hand. So tell me, Ned, why didn't you reply? And who told Brandon that I was kidnapped?"

He had no idea about the second question, although it had to be someone in the Riverrun.

"I thought you were being made to write them. Robert said that too.."

"Of course. Since the Baratheon said it, you believed it more than the letter from your sister. Not that you would have recognized my writing since you never sent or replied to all the letters I sent you in Vale."

He flushed in his seat, remembering why it happened. He would take his letters from home in the Eyrie's rookery, but Robert would always take away Lyanna's letter in the last few years, claiming it to be from his future wife. He couldn't object to it as it had been the truth. Thinking about Robert brought his own questions up.

"Why did you run away, Lya? Robert was such a nice..."

"No, Ned. Robert was a nice man. I tried to tell you twice before; you didn't listen. Tell me, Ned, exactly how many bastards Robert already has that he hasn't care about. While he was fighting a war to 'rescue' me, how many nights did he spent without a woman in his bed, tell me."

He had no answer to her question, as Robert's activities had been known to everyone. Lya continued on.

"You didn't believe me when Robert tried to force himself on me. Brandon, the brother I loved the least; he was the only one to believe me. Remind me who stood for Robert's support when Brandon had confronted him. It was you, Ned. So I ran away. I am the daughter of Lord paramount of the North, not a commoner who will be forced into something against her will."

The anger started bubbling inside him.

"And so many people died because of you, Lya. You and your wretched Husband. And the Martell woman seems to tell me that you married her too. That not accepted by the Old Gods."

"So is Kin-slaying, Ned. And yet, you helped kill my Husband, your goodbrother."

"His father killed Brandon and our father..."

"I lived Brandon, but he was a fool, Ned. He made a big mistake, and everyone else paid for it. Tell me; you are the Lord of Winterfell now. If 15 years from now, the heir of Bolton comes to the gates of Winterfell and tells your eldest son to come out and die, what would you do? Tell me."

Lya's voice was increasing now, and she was nearly shouting.

"I know people got killed because of Rhaegar and my actions. My Husband already paid for it with his life, leaving behind two young children, his wife, his widow pregnant mother, and a brother who is a child, all alone with their lives in danger. Now, if I survive the childbirth, I would have to live with every death on my head for my entire life, and if I die, I would answer to them at wherever we go after death, leaving behind my child with people who would most likely hate him for being the cause of the war."

She was leaning forward from her bed, a wild look in her eyes.

"You should be happy now, Ned. You hated Brandon, I know it because I saw Robert and you drinking that night in Harrenhal, You never paid much attention to me, and Benjen was always too young for you. Well, Brandon is dead, I will most likely die, and Benjen would go to the wall just as he has always wanted. You wanted Robert Baratheon as your brother, Ned, well you have got it. Your real siblings are not going to be a problem for you anymore. Not that it should affect you much. You already seem to hate your only sister's child and relationships. Tell me, what was your plan after this? Take me back to North and marry me somewhere else because you don't seem to accept my marriage. Answer me, Elder brother."

He wanted to deny a lot of things she said as they were not true. He loved his siblings, even Brandon. It was just that he felt more connected with Robert than them. Lya's last word made him cringe as he had thought of the things she had said, and it seemed that she recognized it. The anger increased on her face as she started trying to move out of the bed to hit him. Elia Martell grabbed Lya and pushed her back on the bed.

"Get out, Ned. Leave, and don't ever show your face again. Go back with the Baratheon."

He didn't get any chance to reply as Arthur Dayne started pushing his outside at the signal of Elia Martell. Before he could step out, Lya called him one last time.

"You would forever be my father's son, but you are no longer my brother, Eddard Stark."

His brain had gone numb by now. Lya had not acted as he had expected, and the anger in her was much more than he deserved. The next thing he knew was hearing some sort of disturbance in the tower. A few minutes later, one of his own men told him that Lya was birthing the child. With nothing else to do, he just sat there and watched.

ELIA MARTELL

It had been a harrowing night for her and others in the tower. The verbal fight between Lya and her brother had ended when Lya had started bleeding. The maester had confirmed that the child was coming out. Midway through, one of the midwives had noted that there was more blood than usual, which had made the maester worried. They had stayed like that the entire night, and when the sun peeked from one of the windows, the child decided to come out. Lya had screamed and cried during the entire duration, but after a few minutes, the baby had come out.

By the time the midwives had cleaned the baby, it was clear that Lya was not in a good state. Despite a lot of effort from the maester, the bleeding had not stopped. A sort of cold had started spreading inside her, and she sent for Eddard Stark. The decision had been the right one; a few minutes after his arrival, Lya woke up for the last time, grey eyes fixed on her face.

"Lya, no..."

"Take care of him, El. Please..."

"You will take care of him; nothing will happen to you..."

Giving her a small smile, Lyanna turned to face his brother. Tears were leaking from his eyes as she sobbed heavily.

"I am sorry, Ned. Forgive me. I am sorry."

Eddard Stark, at that moment, looked like a man lost. Whatever had happened between them, it was clear that the man loved his sister and could not do anything as his sister died in his arms.

"Protect him, Ned. Please..."

With those last words, Lya's hands stilled in her brother's hand. Her wife was dead without getting a chance to hold her son even once. The realization struck her like a physical blow, and she fell down, her mind blanking out a minute later. When she came to her senses again, a lot of time had passed. Rhaneys was sleeping next to her while Arthur was sitting on one of the chairs. Lya's body was wrapped in clean sheets with everything else packed too. At her movement, Arthur turned around.

"Are you okay, your grace?"

She nodded, not having the ability to speak. After a few minutes, she finally asked Arthur.

"What's happening, Arthur?"

"We are preparing to leave for the Starfall, your grace. Eddard Stark left a few minutes after the Princess's death and has not come out of his camp till now. Ser Gerold has decided to leave, as the maester wants the Prince to reach the castle as soon as possible."

She nodded and stood up. Picking her young daughter up, she took one last look at the room. The tower would be destroyed in the future as there were too many bad memories of this place. With the two Martell guards carrying Lyanna, they left the tower. As they walked down the stairs, something occurred in her mind. The men that had come with Eddard Stark were a lot more spread than the previous night. If she was right, they were covering the way down from the small hill the tower was on. Arthur must have noticed it too because his hand went on the hilt of his sword, and he started moving down quickly. The other two Kingsgaurds met them, both of them tense. Walking forward with Aemon, as she had named Lya's child, and now awake Rhaneys, she cursed her decision to bring only a few guards and Rhaneys alone with her. Drogon was not visible anywhere, and if Ned Stark was going to do what she thought he was, then there was going to be nothing they could do to stop him.

Her suspicions were confirmed when the men didn't move as they approached. Coming closer, she finally saw Eddard Stark, sitting on a rock with his sword out of the scabbard. He stood up as they walked towards the horses. The three Kingsgaurd immediately moved forward, covering her and Rhaneys.

"Lord Stark, may I know what this is about?"

The stern-faced man didn't reply for a few moments before finally looking at her.

"Lya's body and his son would be coming with me, your grace. She is a Stark and would be buried in the crypts of Winterfell."

"She became a Targaryen princess before her death, Lord Stark. She would be buried in Dragonstone, not Winterfell. And why do you want her son?"

"He is my sister's last living memory, your grace, and he is going to be where she belonged, Winterfell. I don't trust your family to take good care of him."

She wanted to say a lot more, but right now, the situation was too critical to lose her emotional control. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Eddard Stark.

"Jaehaerys is not going to let this happen, Lord Stark. You know the power he wields, and still, you are doing something that would enrage him."

His face changed for just a moment before once again set on an expression of determination.

"I know the risk I am taking, your grace. But you forget that I would have the support of North and Riverlands with me. Vale and Strormlands will support me too if it becomes necessary. Jaehaerys Targaryen will have a kill a lot of people if he wants to go against me. Not that it would be needed, your grace, as you and your daughter would remain our guest till an agreement is reached with the Crown."

Fear spread inside her as he realized what Eddard Stark was talking about. And even if Jae agreed to let the Starks keep Lya's body and Aemon, the North would keep either her or Rhaenys hostage, just so to ensure the Crown did not react against them. She also knew that Eddard Stark was seriously underestimating how far Jaehaerys would go. If it had been only her, Jae might have at least agreed to talk. But by involving Rhaenys and Aemon, Eddard Stark would be bringing death and destruction on every person that stood along with him. Jae would burn Winterfell to the ground if either of them were in danger. Countless more men would die if the pig-headed man was able to do as he wanted. The men of the North looked ready to move, all thirty swords drawn out. Ser Gerold chose that moment to join in.

"You have an ambitious plan, Lord Stark. I commend you for that. But you and your men would not live to carry it out."

Eddard Stark moved to look at the Lord Commander of Kingsgaurd.

"So we will see, Ser Gerold."

The swords of all three Kingsgaurd and the two Martell guards came out too. She desperately looked above, wishing for Drogon to come to their aid. Then, one of the Martell guards pushed her by mistake in an effort to get in front. She fell on her rear, knocking Rhaneys down. Both her daughter and Aemon started crying, but that did not stop the advancing group of Northern men. She grabbed both young children, praying for help.

What she didn't know that Drogon was flying high above them. The colossal Dragon had no idea about the confrontation brewing at the tower. At least not until he felt something wrong. Drogon had developed a sort of bond with Rhaenys during their time together, and that bond was now pulsing with pain. Less than a moment later, the enormous black mass had changed direction and was diving with a rapidly increasing speed.

The two groups were less than ten steps away from each other when the sound she had been hoping for reached them. It was a roar of fury by something massive, something dangerous. Everyone standing fell down as the black Dragon landed right next to the tower. It stood still for a moment before stepping towards the Northern group. The Dragon's intention seemed clear at that moment, but she had to stop any carnage it might cause.

"Drogon, Stop."

It did not feel like the Dragon would stop, but after a moment, it did. It was now standing right above the fallen northern men; its neck turned in an impossible way to look at her. After staring at her for a few moments, it walked back and sat beside her, nudging Rhaneys and Aemon with his snout. So fast things had changed that it was more than a few minutes had gone before she remembered what had happened. Leaving Aemon in a blanket on the ground with Rhaenys and Drogon, she turned to face the northern group, who all looked pale with fear. Her mind was racing at full speed, trying to decide what to do. The situation had to be managed carefully, or it would create a lot of problems in the future.

"Lord Stark..."

REVIEW REPLIES

HIDEKI 667 Exactly, people keep blaming LYanna and Rhaegar for it and keep forgetting what Brandon did.

MIGUELGIULIANO Ehh, you are not the first to call me that. If I don;t like a character, why would I want to improve it. Rather my choice would be to degrade it more. The fic was always supposed to be about targaryen, not the STarks. There are a lot of fics with their hero worship, I wanted something different. Don't like don't read is to save both the writer and the reader's time. If the reader doesn't read what he doesn't like, he won't make idiotic comments about someone else's manhood like you did, thereby making the author repsond to the comment. Hope that helps. :D

BLIZZARDDRAGON777 Yup, Direwolves are the best thing about STark, no doubt.

IAMJMPH01 Viserys and Dany would get quite a lot of love for now, as I have planned. Yeah, Rhaella was pretty much being shown as goodness persionified so I thought of changing it.

SVENION Arya's case was to make sure that Jon did left the old world. The slip ups were mu mistake, and it won't happen again.