Ch 25

New chapter! Enjoy :) This was in my draft, thought to finish it before fixing Destiny's Union. Enjoy :)

Somewhere in King's Landing

For these several days, troops and soldiers of the Lannisters has been spreading around the city. They carry something with them…. barrels. From the carriages, they placed them at various places, the square, outside certain houses, and various places. Locals were confused about what they were doing but they wouldn't dare to ask. All they know is that they are all advised to stay in the house.

Robb has been confused about what their games at while he stalked them in the alleys, watching the soldiers coordinate on the placements. What is she playing at? If what he heard is right, those barrels are filled with the source of wildfire. Is she willing to sacrifice her own people? She's even more mad than Bran himself. He had been taking note of the places where they placed them, but soon enough, there's too many to count or remember. Marking them down on a small map he acquired from the tavern was no use as well.

But perhaps they already have a map marked in where they'd place the wildfire. He could steal them. His cult companion was no help at all, he only dozes at his tavern room and said that it's not part of the contract. Motherfucker. He's on his own for now.

He tried to disguise himself as a by-passer, pulling his hood-scarf on and covering his face, trying to not attract attention. But it's hard when there is little to no people at all. He'd definitely raise suspicions.

The young stag stalked the alley silently as a wolf, trying to eavesdrop as much as possible on a small road. He can't hear them with the constant barks from other soldiers and they kept scattering like rats like they are given a time limit from the commander. He's impressed that this mad lion thought this far, even though she's insane. Perhaps in a better world, she could be a strong ally for the greater good.

Just as he was about to dart to another alley across, a hand covered his mouth firmly and an arm tied his chest, dragging him back before he could react. The young stag struggled away from the stranger's grip as he was dragged away, he panicked. He managed to bite a finger, injuring whoever is trying to kidnap him and tore away from him. The young stag pulled catspaw from his belt and was about to snap before he saw the attacker.

A familiar tall blonde man with blue eyes, around his waist is the familiar hilt of a Valyrian steel blade, a lion's head. Oathkeeper.

"Jared?" Robb quietly realized, calming down from his panic, and his friend nodded. The young stag takes a good look at his friend from head to toe, how in the world did he manage to steal a set of armor of King's Landing's army? "What are you doing here? How'd you find me?"

"Like you, observing the soldiers," the young lion answered before looking at his face with so much confusion, "What's with the eye patch?"

Robb has completely forgotten about his eye, he covered it, "I...Well...," he hesitated, "I traded it."

"Wait, what?" Jared's eyes widened, shocked at this revelation, "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I made a trade with the Faceless Men, alright?" he finally snapped.

"Again, what the actual fuck?" Jared growled.

"We need all the help we could get," he confessed, "And the Mountain isn't an easy person to beat, my mother told me that. Not even dragon fire can turn him to ashes, he's a monster. We need him, I'm telling you the truth."

Jared sighed, "Gods, Robb. I don't know if you are dumb or insane or both..."

"The Mountain isn't someone to beat, alright? He's a fucking monster! Stab him multiple times and that bastard will still live," Robb snapped, unable to hold back his frustration. For a while, he was worried someone other than them could hear him, "My mother and father told me Ser Sandor died to beat him, and we need him on the Second Long Night. Do you get it? We can't afford to lose any more allies just for the name of power. I bet King Jon and Queen Daenerys would understand this too."

The young lion rubbed his face as if having enough of the blabbers, "Fine," he said, "I digress, I hope you know what you are doing."

"I know," Robb immediately said, "Don't worry, it's not like my family had never dealt with them before. Now tell me how did you find me?"

Jared then looked at him, "we were watching from afar on the activities of these soldiers, they are placing sources of wildfire. And we found you snooping around their tail." He grinned.

Robb frowned before he realized something, "Wait, who's 'we'?"

Just as he said that another figure with the same set of armor appeared near a corner behind Jared, his helmet is off. An older man stands behind them. Robb raised catspaw, "Who are you?"

Jared stood firmly between them, "Hey, calm down, Robb," he stopped him from approaching the older man, his friend is several feet taller than him and it's hard to not go past him, "It's Ser Jon Connington."

Robb blinked, he vividly stopped functioning, "What?" The Ser Connington? He actually found him?

"Aye," The older man answered for Jared, "Your friend here found me beyond the wastelands, if it weren't for the Targaryen pendant, I wouldn't believe him."

"But how do you know that this man is not an imposter," Robb still protests, unconvinced. From his experience, anyone can be anyone. His damn companion proved to be so.

"He has the same pendant as Rhaegar's," Jared answered quickly, he pulled his cousin's pendant out from his pocket. The older man did the same, fishing something out of his pocket.

And there it is, the Targaryen's sigil pendant, a silver three-headed dragon. A little rusty, but fresher than Rhaegar's.

Robb stuttered, "I… I don't understand. Rhaegar said his mother gave him…."

"Ser Connington got that pendant from Prince Rhaegar to prove that he is loyal to House Targaryen," he explained, "When he met Queen Daenerys, he gave it to her, and then she passed it down to Rhaegar," Jared answered, "When I found him, he looked different than the rest of the clans there. I told him everything, he too didn't believe and thought I was a spy of Cersei until I showed him the pendant." He placed it back into his pocket.

Robb pursed his lips, understanding where he's going. Then he turned back to Ser Connington, "And why did you trust Jared?" He knows Jared is a trustful person, but he needs to know this exiled knight's intention. And knowing that they are not from this time, anyone would think they are fools, "In case you hadn't noticed, he's a Lannister." Jared gave him a frown at his statement, but he didn't care.

"Aye, I noticed," the old-exiled knight muttered, "So Jared here, made a deal through a duel."

"Excuse me, what?" Robb was dumbfounded, Jared turned the other way to hide his smug face.

"We made a deal, if he can defeat me, I'll go with him. And if he doesn't, he must leave me be. And as you can see, he won," he answered, "I find that his stories were still bizarre, but the red priests at Essos confirmed this future that you all spoke of."

"I see," Robb finally understanding, he sheathed catspaw back to its scabbard, "Well, that's our story I suppose. We came from another time."

He nodded, "And who are you?"

"I'm Robb Baratheon," he answered, "King Rhaegar and Queen Lyanna Stark Targaryen's cousins, son of Lord Gendry Baratheon and… Arya Stark."

Ser Connington raised his brow, "Gendry? I never heard Robert Baratheon had a son with that name."

"He was a bastard before Queen Daenerys legitimize him, he was Lord of Storm's End," he answered. From what his father had told him, being a leader or a Lord is something very foreign to him. Even his mother knew nothing of it, preferably to work on her own. And she wasn't in his life most often until he found out that he had cousins.

"I see," the old knight hummed, seemingly to find all these family lines amusing, "Well, it's good to see you, my little Lord."

"Don't call me little lord," he snapped.

"Alright," he chuckled, "Come, let's find a better place to discuss this with no ears here." And he turned away and walked back, the two young men followed.

Ser Connington led them to another alley further away from the roads, away from any other by-passers and ear ranges. They got further and further away from anyone.

"So," the old-exiled knight began, "You may have noticed that the soldiers here are up to something." The young men nod in unison, "Jared and I had been gathering as many information as possible, and it seems that Cersei is planning to counter the King and Queen's attack by placing wildfires in the city."

Robb's eyes widened, so it's true. "Is she mad? She's going to sacrifice her own people just to defeat them?"

"Apparently so," he said, "We were given orders by the Captain of the Golden Company there, and this strategy is a last straw should they fail to counter them at Dragon Stone a few days from now."

"The King and Queen are going to Dragon Stone?"

"Aye."

"But how did they know?" Robb asked, in his time, Cersei was able to anticipate this. But now that history changed, how did they know that they are leaving for Dragon Stone?

"It turns out, Varys was keeping tabs on them," Jared explained, "There were spies to confirm their travel. I was able to obtain a few information while we were in disguise."

"It must've been how Jon died," Robb murmured, thinking of the fate of his other friend. I'm sorry, my friend.

"Aye," the young lion spoke softly, "Cersei is even more mad than I thought."

Robb took a deep breath, "So then, how are we going to warn Rhaegar and Lyanna? They are so far away and if we travel North now, they may have marched to Dragon Stone already."

Ser Connington crossed his arms, "There may be another way, but it's risky," the young men looked at him carefully, ready to hear any thoughts from him, "The captain in charge of the Golden Company was once a good friend of mine before he turned his back on me."

This revelation made Robb and Jared taken aback, "You didn't tell me this on the way here," Jared exclaimed.

"Aye, because I never thought that he'd be here and what his plans were, but that's not the point," he said, "If we can somehow catch him off guard, perhaps I can still intercept his leadership. I'm also trying to find people I used to know when I was first at the Golden Company."

"But how will you do that," Robb asked, "If he has betrayed you, who's to say you still have followers in the Golden Company."

"It's a gamble, but we must try," he tried to convince them, "When he betrayed me, I had a feeling that no one knew about this. That's what I think."

"So, then we can usurp him and make the Golden Company join our cause?" Jared guessed.

"Precisely," he said, "I can't see any other way out of this unless we go to Dragon Stone as soon as possible, but we can't because King's Landing is under tight security and they'd sink us before we could even reach there. And if we send a raven, they'd find us too. This is probably our only chance."

Robb took a while to process all this. They are going to gamble by revealing this exiled knight that he is the true leader of the Golden Company, an organization who are money lust and their purpose is to aid a rebellion. How will he be able to convince them?

"Is there no other way?" Jared asked, "This sounds a little too risky."

"In your future, the entire company was destroyed because of one dragon," he said, "If I can convince them that King Jon and Queen Daenerys are the true leader of Westeros and Essos, perhaps they might reconsider. Especially since Rhaegar and Lyanna destroyed their elephant armies."

"Fair point," Robb murmured, they are quite remarkable when together.

"Same for me," Jared agreed, "so what do we do?"

"We are going to board the ships that are marching to Dragon Stone," he said, "We are going to be at the ship that has Harry Strickland and observe his every movement. We'll strike when it's the right time."

Jared nodded, "Understood."

"As for you," Ser Connington turned to Robb, making him blink, "Jared told me that you are good at sneaking around."

He tilted his head a bit, feeling a little proud of himself, "It's a method I learned from my mother."

"Good, I want you to try and get into the ship without anyone knowing. Disguise yourself as a servant or anything. I need you to lay low until the time is right, and if you find yourself alone at the deck, remove the dinger of the bell."

Robb furrowed his brows, "Why must I do that?"

"If my guess is correct, King Jon and his advisors might discuss on a parlay, the twins might give that suggestion as well," he said, "If your goal is to fight for the Long Night, then we need all the men we can find. And from your description of Jon Snow, I do not believe he is a man who would wage war lest it's necessary."

"But in our time, the Iron Fleet ambushed them," Robb protested, "And if King Jon knows about who he really is, perhaps he could be a different person. Just like Lya and Rhaegar." He had seen how his cousins turned to a completely different person when they were fighting, and when they do, it's frightening.

"Which is why this is my guess," he said, "There are two ways that they might handle this, either go straight to fight them, or have a peaceful conversation, especially after the North had successfully defeated Euron, I'm certain that they'd think twice before fighting."

"I really think that he'd take the second choice," Robb muttered, "Rhaegar and Lyanna must've told them their fate, they'd think twice."

"However, we may want to be prepared anyway," he suggested, "War or not, we must be prepared. Which is why Jared, and I will do all we can to stay by Harry's side, to see when the right time is to strike. If we can't find the people I knew who were on my side before, we'll take Captain Harry down."

The young stag and lion nodded, "Understood."

"Now, gather your things. We are going on board in a day or two."

Winterfell

"Oh, I never thought I'd see you as a baby again, Daenys! You are even more adorable than I remembered," Lya squealed happily as she hugged baby Daenys, the little white dragon clicked happily, under her sister's arms, licking her cheek.

Just after the execution and the birth of his children, Sansa announced to the audience on who Jon truly is, the son of the late Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. And that he is the true heir to the iron throne.

At that point, Jon was ready to receive the criticisms and angry protest. He steeled themselves, ready to defend his family should they argue about his children and Dany.

But the reaction was totally opposite when Lyanna Mormont cheered, "All hail to the King in the North and the King of the Seven Kingdoms! Together with his Queen, Daenerys Targaryen! New dawn shall now shine upon us!"

"THE KING AND QUEEN OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS!" Lord Reed and Ser Davos shouted.

And at that, the whole armies cheered, including the present Lords and Ladies. It wasn't long until the whole crowd cheered for their new leaders.

The twins, who knew that they would be alright and that they are distracted of their new leaders, managed to slip away. Without Ser Davos, they snuck into the tavern they stayed the night before and took their belongings, but as promised, they immediately got back to the castle. Not wondering off like they used to do.

And thus, here they all are, gathered together, watching the baby dragons as they scurried around their family.

Rhaegar chuckled as a certain grey baby dragon climbed onto his shoulder, looking curiously at him, "Hello there, little fellow," he rubbed Balerion's chin, "Good to see you again." The baby dragon clicked in satisfaction, then Robb turned to the baby red dragon, who is curled up on Jon's lap, "And it's so good to finally see you, Rhaena."

Jon smiled and looked down on his lap, a red baby dragon snuggled on his stomach, demanding the same affection that his twins gave to Daenys and Balerion. He chuckled and stroked its soft scales, she's so small, just like the size of Ghost when he was but a pup, "Aye," he murmured softly, feeling a sense of pride to have his children born into the world, "Hello, little darling."

Rhaena clicked lovingly, snuggling closer to him. At the sound of her happy sound, her siblings let out a sort of jealousy screech and flapped their way to Jon, startling him. Balerion landed on his shoulder while Daenys crashed on his chest, disturbing Rhaena in the process. The red dragon screeched irritatingly and moved away to Dany's lap.

Dany could not help but giggle at their little exchange and picked the baby red dragon, "There, there, dear Rhaena," she calmed her down, stroking her baby scales, "I'm here, Muna is here."

The baby dragon clicked in delight and snuggled onto her swollen belly, her tiny snout nosed on her as if sensing the babes in her womb. Dany smiled, her heart swelled as she realized that the tiny creature could sense another life in her. She reminder her so much of her own children when they were young. She lightly strokes her scales, giving her all the affections a mother dragon would do.

Ghost watched them carefully from Jon's side, eyeing them curiously. Balerion and Daenys noticed the curious direwolf, the white dragon sniffed its snout, and the grey dragon crawled slowly towards Ghost. Daenys caught something in her snout as she was breathing in her wolf brother's scent, and it let out a sneeze, along with a hot breath, making the direwolf yelp. Ghost let out a small discomfort growl and lied down on the floor in disinterest. Jon chuckled at their small interaction, perhaps it'll take some time for the white wolf to get used to them.

"Congratulations on your babies, Father," Rhaegar grinned, lightly teasing Jon, sounding as if Jon literally just gave birth.

"And your little coronation, of becoming a King again," Lya added with a smile.

"Aye, thank you," he sheepishly chuckled, he's not really interested in the title but honored to have it. Never did he ever think of fostering dragons, or even having a family since he grew up a bastard. And yet, here he is. A betrothed carrying his twins, and three dragons. Life is so strange.

"I was surprised of the responses of the North," Rhaegar crossed his arms, "I thought that there'd be a huge protest that father is a Targaryen, and especially having Mother as their Queen."

"I too feared that that would happen," Dany said, "I suppose that they got used to us?"

"If that's the case, then they would get used to having Ramsey as their leader when Winterfell was invaded," he noted, "Must've been because Father had Lyanna Stark's blood."

"Actually, I was thinking about that as well," Lya interjected, looking at Jon curiously.

Jon chuckled. They didn't know Ser Davos was watching them when Lyanna gave her little speech when someone attacked her the day they finally came back home, and he was told about it when the twins stayed at the Tavern. The man mistook Lya with her mother, and in a way, he's grateful that he did so, she had more fire to counter him. As the result, the locals knew the real truth of the Targaryens, who they really are beyond just Aerys. Jon understood why they didn't bring it up the day they finally had a proper conversation, but he wish she'd open up about that incident.

"Well," Jon adjusted where he sat, thinking of a way to not go to that topic. He sat closer to Dany, "While searching for you both, your mother and I had been fixing Winterfell, helping the people, especially the children," He looked at Dany, the day she didn't mind accompanying them to tell her stories at Essos, "Perhaps, from there, they finally got our support. Sansa helped here as well."

"Oh, that's good," Rhaegar hummed, "Well, the point is, we are all in good condition. You have your supports, and you are all set to be King and Queen."

"We just have Cersei to deal with," Lya stated, "But now that we changed the course of history, we don't know what's their next plan."

Jon nodded, "it's fine, we shall stick to the plan on marching to Dragon Stone," he said, "It's a better way to examine closer on what Cersei wants. Who knows that there could be another trap there."

"Do you want Lya and I to scout there?" Rhaegar asked.

"No, there is no need to," Dany interjected, "You mentioned that you found spies near the White Harbor, we can interrogate them on this."

"Right," he said, "Aunt Arya is there as well."

"She's spying on them, isn't she?" Jon asked, not surprised that his sister is spying on them.

He nodded, seeming unable to hide this fact, "She wanted to know what their games are, she shouldn't be captured, otherwise, we'd get a nice letter from Cersei," he said, then he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you this because she requested not to let anyone know," his eyes looked at Jon and Dany.

He nodded in understanding, Arya always does things on her own, not letting anyone know about her own agenda. He wondered if her habit is implemented to them, that's why they never told them about their past. "I understand," he said, "I'll have a little talk with her when we meet later." The twins chuckled at his irritation that no one is giving him relevant information, especially from him, giving Jon a glare at them, "And I expect you both not to follow her habit."

"Yes, Papa," Lya giggled, her brother grinned as well, not taking this seriously as they always do sometimes.

He sighed, these two mischiefs, "Now that these dragons are hatched, we just have you both to wait." Jon said while eyeing Dany's stomach, that is well-round swelling already. It felt like it was yesterday when he first saw her bump, and now, it'll be a few moons left until the twins are born.

Dany sighed while stroking her stomach, "I suppose that you both will be born in either King's Landing or Dragon Stone."

"Which means, we need to be more careful," Lya added, "Can't let anyone go after you."

"I'm pregnant, sweetling. Not incapable," Dany told her softly.

"We know, but your state is not giving you the maximum energy you need when leading later on," Rhaegar said.

"Which is why, I'll take over," Jon interjected, making all three of them look at him, "Your mother will still join me in any discussions, but I will take in full control when leading into battles. And should there be an ambush in Dragon Stone, I'd like you both to take them out."

At the mention of the twins being allowed in action, they beamed. Rhaegar's eyes lit with such fire and passion, "I've waited for this moment."

"However, if it's possible, I want them on our side," Jon said, making his son confused as he lifted an eyebrow, "As you said, the Second Long Night is upon us. And since we are in short of men because of the first one, we are going to need all the help we can get. Therefore, if we can show them our power that we can take them out with ease, perhaps they can join us."

Dany hummed, "That's quite risky Jon, not to mention, in their time, Rhaegal perished in the process."

"Aye," he said, "Which is why we are going to need to ambush these spies at White Harbor, and we need to be more careful when we do so…." Then he thought of something when he said that, "Lya, during the meeting this morning, it was you in the eagle's eyes, no?"

She nodded, "Yes, papa."

"I'd like you to do it again," he said, "Your mother and I will discuss a few things with Sansa on the preparation tomorrow. I'd like an immediate report as soon as you can see their positions, tell Ser Davos, I might be in a meeting when you found them. Can you do it?"

Lyanna nodded, "Certainly, but I need to do it outside."

Jon nodded, "Good," then he turned to Rhaegar, "Son, help her as much as you can. Report to me anything you find suspicious."

"Consider it done," he grinned, then he turned to his sister, "Come on, Mandia. We've got rats to hunt."

His sister nodded excitedly, and they both hurriedly left Jon and Dany alone, feeling enthusiastic somehow. They didn't even say 'see you later' like they used to, they just ran off as if they found something interesting to do.

Jon chuckled, he loves their enthusiast. No longer the sad children that he used to know, but the children filled with hope and determination.

He heard Dany sighed and leaned back at the walls of the bed, making him turn around. He sat beside her, Daenys and Balerion flew to the foot of the bed and sat there, sniffing the fur. Rhaena followed shortly, giving Jon the opportunity to be with Dany, "How are you feeling?"

Dany closed her eyes, "A little tired," then she looked at him, her hand ghosted to her belly, "Our twins are the exact mirror of who they are."

"Aye," he kissed her forehead, "I'm so happy that they are healthy," then he kissed her lips, "And you as well."

She chuckled, "I feel bloated."

"You are just fine, my love," he said lovingly, "You are as beautiful as the day I met you."

"Even if I'm fat?" she slightly giggled.

He laughed, here is the mighty Mother of Dragons who feared nothing but her body turning wider from pregnancy, "You are with child, not fat."

"I know," she sighed, "I'm just not used to this."

"Nor was I," he said, "I never thought I'd have you and the twins or be a leader of the whole North."

"And soon to be King," she added, "You will rule beside me."

He nodded, and nuzzled his nose to hers, "Together."

"Together."

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's warmth and company. He wondered why did his other self would abandon such a beautiful lady like her. She's someone whom he read in the most tale, his true love. He never knew what that meant until she came into his life. He wants her to live and be safe, away from harm.

"Dany," he whispered.

"Yes?

"If things are getting too much for you, if it tasks are stressing you," he murmured, "I want you to stop."

She pulled away from him, "What?"

He holds her hand, "Dany, my mother died of childbirth. And so did yours," he explained, "The war with Cersei is upon us, and we don't know what she's planning. I don't want you to be worried because of this. I can help you lead."

"I'll be fine, Jon," she assured him.

"Dany, I can't lose you the same way in their past and the same way our mothers perished," he said. The stories of their twins and their fate still haunts him today, and he is so afraid if history would only repeat itself.

"You won't lose me," she strokes his cheek, "The difference between our mothers and I, is that they didn't have their loved ones when they gave birth."

"But they were at war," he said.

She nodded, "And I can't lose you either," she added, "You are not the only one who worries about your safety. I know our children can protect you, but that alone is still not enough for me to know whether you won't be doing anything reckless. A Queen needs her King."

"And a King needs his Queen," He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, "I won't be doing anything reckless, I promise you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Jon Snow," she giggled, knowing how reckless her husband can be. Rhaegar showed that much already.

His lips twitched, "Alright, but I promise you that we'll win this. For you, for our twins, and our future."

She nodded, "Our future."

Just as the twins were about to head outside, Lya realized something. She stopped, "Wait, Rhaegar."

Rhaegar skitted to a stop, Greywind was racing until he noticed his masters didn't run along. Her big brother looked at her with confusion, "Huh?"

"I need more strength to connect with Torrhen," she admitted, "I've never warged so far away, I think the best place to do it is at the Godswood."

He thought for a moment, "As long as you don't need to get out of Winterfell."

She nodded, "this is the way then."

"Alright, let's head there," and they both raced the Godswood.

When they arrived, it turned out that they were not the only one. The Godswood is filled with thin blanket of snow, a few grasses has sprouted from the white powder, and trees are beginning to fill with leaves. The first sign of spring.

She can also feel a surge of connection at this place, a familiar spiritual presence. Calling out to her inner strength, this feels like home.

And right in the middle, right in front of the sacred tree where the late Ned Stark used to kneel to pray, is a wheelchair sat by none other than Brandon Stark.

Lya felt a surge of irritation, "What is he doing here?"

Unlike her, she can see that Rhaegar is ready to boil. His jaws clenched, trying to keep his composure, "Let's find out."

As they walked towards them, Brandon sensed their presence, "Rhaegar, Lyanna."

"Hello," Lya said calmly, "What are you doing here?"

"Easing my mind," Bran said, "I've been having dreams of the past."

"Our past, or yours?" Rhaegar asked insistently.

"Both," he said, "And I could sense other presence who are not of this time. Your friends."

"Jared and Robb?" Lya guessed.

He nodded without many expressions, "Yes, they are close. But I don't know where."

"Can't you look to find them?" She knows that this man is the Three-eyed Raven, he should be able to see the past and the future. And if Jared and Robb are finally in Westeros, where are they? Can they join them?

He shook his head, "Ever since your arrival, I found my powers weakening," he admitted, "I feel more like Brandon now than the Three Eyed Raven, and I can't seem to easily tap into its power as I used to. I feel like I might be losing it."

Lya turned to Rhaegar, who turned to her as well. They both have a similar thought in mind, confusion. In their time, they were able to counter their uncle thanks to Kinvara. Not once did they thought that Brandon could lose his powers.

She thought for a moment, "Rhaegar, perhaps you should look into it while I check on White Harbor."

"Alright," then he turned to the sky and let out a sharp loud whistle. A moment later, there was a response, a sharp screech.

"You both have my powers," Brandon suddenly said, making the twins turn to him.

Lya furrowed her brows, "What?"

The youngest of the Stark siblings looked at her, "You can see through the eyes of living creatures like I do," then he turned to Rhaegar, "And you can see the past and the future."

"Aye, that's how you were able to find us. But that doesn't mean we have your powers," Rhaegar's tone came out as annoyed, her brother hates to think that he inherited such senses when they were born with it to begin with.

"Brandon," Lya called, thinking of something that has been bothering her since she first spoke to her uncle, "Were you by chance made any contact with the Night King?"

This made Rhaegar's eyes widened, of course! That was why the White Walkers were able to intercept them so easily!

Brandon looked at her for a while and nodded, gently, he pulled his sleeve up and showed them. There, on his arm, is a mark that no human beings could ever make.

The twins gasped.

The sound of flapping began to come nearer to them. They all looked up to see Torrhen circling them.

Lya turned towards her brother, "Can you find out about Brandon?"

He nodded, "You go do your thing."

Lya have him a small smile of acknowledgment and turned back to the eagle. She then let her consciousness fade and slipped into the eagle's mind. Her violet eyes turned slit yellow, Torrhen sharp eyes. The eagle let out another screech and spreads its majestic wings and flapped towards its destination.

He knew that his sister is now one with his eagle. During their time with the Wildlings, she was always assigned with the scouts, for she can warg into Torrhen and track down enemies. That was how they were able to take over Winterfell.

Her ever so loyal companion, Greywind, sat obediently beside her. Waiting for any commands.

"She is strong," Brandon broke the silence, making Rhaegar turn to him, "She is like your mother."

"And my father," he added, if anything, she has their father's patience, which he doesn't possess. Many people said that their mother's blood flows in him more than her, "She had been through a lot."

"And you brought her safely this far," their uncle suddenly said, "You both are special."

This side of his uncle is still irritating him, he doesn't know if he's faking it or not. Rhaegar doesn't like to rely on people, but when he first rallied his own rebellion, he had learned to trust people and thanks to Lyanna's warging abilities and Kinvara's ominous praying about the Lord of Light protecting them, reading people became simpler.

As for this one, he preferred to let his guard up. Dismissing his compliments, he faced his uncle, "Alright, now tell me about that mark."

Bran looked at the tree, as if gathering his thoughts, "I was in a vision, in a place filled with snow. I believe it's Beyond the Walls," Rhaegar crouched to listen carefully, "In that vision, or so I thought, I was standing in a horde of Undead. They made way for their leader, and there, at the center, I came face to face with the Night King," just listening to that name gave him shivers down his spine, he had faced the Night King before and had nearly lost his life if it weren't for Drogon, "I thought that he couldn't see me, but he did. He came towards me, and I tried to back away. And then he grabbed my hand, and that's when I woke up."

The young dragonwolf didn't know this side of the story, and from this tale, it doesn't sound like he is lying, "How do you feel now with this mark….or curse?'

"It feels numb," he looked down on his mark, "Now that his soul is at rest, I can't really feel him. But the mark alone told me that he is still out there and alive, even when my powers don't seem to be at its highest potential."

Rhaegar thought for a moment, he had never heard of this side. What he had learned about the past was the basic information only, and never the visions that his uncle had seen. He thought of another tactic, "Can you show me this vision?"

He nodded without hesitation, "Hold onto me."

The young dragonwolf reluctantly walked behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder. In a blink of an eye, Rhaegar found himself at the place where his uncle described it. First, he noticed that his powers are truly remarkable when it comes to visions. He couldn't even do it by will, "I thought you told me that you've lost your powers."

"Not all of it," he said, "Looking back is easier, but looking ahead is harder. This is part of my memory."

Rhaegar looked around, the whole place is covered by thick snow. Only the color white and black can be seen, what a dull world.

Then, about moments later, he saw them. The dead. They were walking slowly towards them. Rhaegar's reflects was reaching to his sword on his hips, just seeing the sight of them made him wary.

"It's a memory, they won't hurt us," Bran reminded, making him startled. Here is his crippled uncle, walking casually. He felt confused and dumbfounded at the sight before him, sensing his confusion, Bran spoke again, "In this world, I can stand."

"I see," Rhaegar hummed, "What am I looking at now?"

"The day I saw the Night King in my visions," he answered without saying another word. He wants him to see it with his own eyes rather than speaking.

At the mention of that, the sea of black dead parted slowly. Some walked past them and stopped, and there, right in front of them is the monster that haunted his family. The Night King. His piercing blue eyes glaring daggers at him, as if it's not a memory. Rhaegar couldn't help but feel nervous, ice is flowing within his blood.

The Night King then slowly walked towards them, not missing a beat. Without hesitation, the young Dragonwolf pulled his sword out, "Are you certain this is a memory."

"Yes," Brandon exclaimed, which is rare for him to do.

The Night King stomped faster towards Bran, he tried to get away from him as he used to do back when he first saw him. And he grabbed his arm!

Not caring that it's a memory, Rhaegar pulled Blackfyre out and stabbed his sword on the Night King's chest. Shattering him, and the memory itself altogether. Both uncle and nephew are back at the present, Lyanna still looking in the eyes of Torrhen.

He calmed his breathing down, trying to process what he just saw. That was horrifying, he had seen the Night King before but for some reasons, this one was the worst. That piercing blue eyes were looking straight at his soul, he looks angrier than ever. Rhaegar turned to his uncle, "Let me see your arm again."

Bran looked at him for a while before pulling his sleeve again. This time, the mark looks different. Where it used to be a hand mark, it now turned to something else. A shape of an ominous-looking spiral, the similar shape he had seen marked by the dead.

Rhaegar's eyes flew wide open, his heart beating faster, "I thought you told me that it's a memory!"

"It was!" Bran said, "But I didn't know this could happen."

Feeling unconvinced, he grabbed his arm, "Then why did your mark changed?" his uncle didn't say a word, looking as confused as he is. He released his arm. This doesn't make any sense. He had never known a memory could be a vision before, all this time, when he was looking at the past, he never triggered anything that could ruin anything. They were just watching, how could they even trigger a vision?

Unless….. something jump-started his memory. When he was but a boy, he heard something back at the temple, when his mother and Uncle Jon died. He was sure they were not alone the day they cried their eyes out for the loss of his mother and uncle, it was a hint for him to know that they can change the past. Could this mean that….

"Do you think that it's not a simple memory?" Rhaegar guessed.

"I do not know," he muttered warily, "All I did was pull out a memory, but I didn't know this could happen."

"We need to speak with Kinvara," Rhaegar couldn't think of any other explanations, "Once this war with Cersei is over, we have to get you to Kinvara. It's the only way to understand where we are at," he turned back to him, "How are you feeling?"

"My arm is aching a little, but I still feel like myself," he said, rubbing his arm gently.

"Is this you talking, or the Three-eyed damn Raven?" Rhaegar growled, he needs to be sure.

"It's me, Rhaegar," Bran insisted, there is a hint of persistence, "I'm the real Brandon Stark, more real than the Bran you knew in yours."

"Fine," he huffed, "Just checking."

"You can trust me, Rhaegar."

"I know," He rubbed the back of his head, trying to convince himself that his uncle is alright to trust, "Everything is just too complicated." Once Lya is finished with her observation, he needs to tell her. And perhaps, with no other choice left, have Sansa and Brienne involved to keep an eye on him. Just in case. But most of all, his parents must know. They've promised each other.

One can't be too careful. Not after all that has happened.

Just as scheduled, Jon just finished their meetings on the preparations to White Harbor. Sansa did an excellent job on coordinating the armies with the Lords, she, Lord Royce, and Lady Lyanna, especially, are an excellent team. If anything, things had run smoothly.

Jon and Dany listened to all the reports they gave and looked at the progress on the field. It's just as they have reported to them. They are ready. The King and Queen spoke to the armies, checking on their well-being, even took the time to meet the town folks, ensuring that they are given enough resources to feed themselves.

Davos reported that Lya had done her scouting and found that the spies are still at White Harbor. They don't seem to be leaving anytime soon. Good.

That night, they all rested earlier. But for the Onion Knight, he couldn't really sleep. He had been busy following the King's orders on rallying the troops, and yet he found himself unable to sleep. He went to the battlements, finding air and just find some time for peace.

Peace.

It's been a long since he had that. A certain little girl, whom he treated as if she was his own, used to give him comfort. Now that she's gone, it was harder to find that kind of world.

Until he found Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen. Perhaps they would be the ones who will make a difference.

"Can't sleep?" a grunted voice called to him, taking him away from his train of thoughts. The Hound walked towards him like a lion patrolling its territory.

"Aye," he said, "Had a few things in mind."

"Perhaps drinking would be good," he suggested with an ale in his hand. He handed it to the Ser Davos, but he waved away from it. The Hound shrugged, "Can't let it go to waste," And he gulped down the ale until it's finished. What a strong warrior.

"What brings you here, good Ser?" Davos asked.

"Fresh air," he said, "And a new reality to check." Davos felt confused at his last statement, "You know, Kings and Queens seem to just change every year," he continued, "Yesterday it was Robert, Joffrey, then Tywin, and then Tommen, then all of a sudden, Cersei is on the damn chair," he grumbled irritatingly, "And every time they changed, some new fucking rule is changed, and I'm getting really pissed off about it."

Davos turned to face him, trying to process what he said, "What are you getting at?"

"That if Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen are persistent to be at that damn chair and rule Westeros, then they better be committed to it," he finally said, "Because otherwise, I'm just going to witness another wheel spinning again like there is no tomorrow and it's usually not a pretty sight."

Oh, Ser Davos hummed, he has a point though. All this time, since the demise of the Dragons, there is a certain wheel that has spun, everyone thinks that they can be King and they'd just rebel for it. Since Robert's reign, all Westeros has been nothing but chaos. He wondered if Essos would be much more peaceful than this horrid place. But seeing how Jon had grown, he is certain that perhaps there will be a new difference to Westeros. For the Dragons have returned.

"Well," he turned his back on the battlements and sighed in relief, "You can rest assure that we will have a true leader, a true King, and Queen, to lead the whole Kingdom."

"You are all dismissed," Dany announced after their small council meeting the night before they leave. The Lords and Ladies slowly emptied the room, leaving only him and Dany.

It has been quite hectic, ensuring they have enough supplies, weapons, and men suitable and fit enough to fight. They had delayed their march to King's Landing searching for their twins and now she's grateful more than ever that they did as they were all beyond exhausted. It had been quite a fight, and now that Cersei probably has more advantage than them, they had to be more careful.

Lady Lyanna had been a huge help, partly because she has always supported the North since the very beginning. And from what Dany can see, the twins may have given quite a conversation if she is willing to cooperate this willingly. She truly made the other Lords older than her look bad.

"This is probably the first time I've seen quite an enthusiastic meeting," Dany sat back on her chair, closing her eyes, she sighed. Her hand caressed her belly, stroking the little ones inside her.

Ghost, who had been silent and sitting beside Dany the whole time, licked her hand. She could feel his soft tongue and smiled at the sweet boy, what a guard dog. She ran her hand on his soft fur, scratching his head in appreciation. The wolf yipped in satisfaction and placed his head on her lap, demanding more scratches. To which she obliged as she absent-mindedly strokes his soft fur.

"Not as bad as when I first announced my marriage with you," Jon chuckled, "How are you feeling?"

"Alright," she said, "Perhaps a small supper may help my mood. I don't feel like myself, perhaps the twins are quite hungry."

"I'll have Missandei arrange it for us in our room," Jon chuckled.

Dany nodded in appreciation, lately since having the twins growing inside, her mood would swing. She could be on fire at one moment, and the blaze doused later on. She wondered if the twins inside her is the one helping her emotions, and it actually helped with their meeting today. "I felt much better in meetings now with you by my side," Jon commented.

Her eyes half opened, she smiled at his remark, "I feel stronger with you too," back in Essos, she had to do things on her own. Sure, there were Daario, Ser Barristan and even Ser Jorah. But she had no King to help ease her mind of the politics going around the way Jon does. She is so grateful to have him by her side. A true King.

A knock came, speak of the devil. It couldn't be the other Lords, "Who is it?"

The door creaked open, a head peaked out of it. Revealing to be their son, "Are you all occupied? Davos said it's safe to enter now."

She chuckled, her son is like a meek little boy. She sat up straight to greet her son, "Come in, Rhaegar."

The door swung open, Greywind was the first to slip in, padding inside softly. Followed by Rhaegar and Lyanna. These two are just inseparable.

"From the looks of Lady Lyanna, I suppose the council went well?" Rhaegar asked as Lya closed the door.

"Her face was really happy," Lya added, the twins took their place beside Jon and Dany, each taking a chair and sat in front of them.

Dany smiled, she's glad that they have learned how to be more observant. Perhaps they'll make a find King and Queen themselves. "Yes, all is well. We are ready to leave tomorrow."

Rhaegar nodded, "That's good to hear," he exhaled a bit, as if releasing a nervous tension, to which Dany noticed.

"Is there something you have in mind, my son?" Dany asked.

The twins looked at one another before they had a silent agreement. They all looked at her, Lya opened her mouth, "So….we promised that we won't hide anything from one another….."

"Yes," Dany nodded, this is their main highlight.

"So….." Rhaegar released another tension, "We have a few things to say…"

"About Uncle Bran," Lya continued.

Jon leaned forward and placed his arms on the table, "What about him?"

Rhaegar looked at him, "We spoke to him just this recently when Lya was scouting and I… we found something a little strange."

Dany quirked her brow up, "Continue."

"Uncle Bran has an ability that you both may have known to be quite extra ordinary," Lya interjected, "However, his power may be very powerful that it may have triggered the soul of the Night King."

"At least, that's our theory," Rhaegar added.

The Night King. She saw him on Drogon before, where he didn't even burn after he released a powerful blast of fire on him. That thought even made her shudder, as if her blood had turned ice cold.

As if sensing her distress, Lya continued, "This is only a theory. But we are just going to have to keep watch of him."

"What are you getting at?" Jon asked, clearly worried to the well-being of his brother.

Rhaegar sighed, "We ran into him when Lya was scouting to the White Harbors," he said, "While I was waiting for Lya, I spoke with Uncle Bran. He told me that he felt like his senses are draining. At first, I thought it's because he may have lost his powers until he told me that he had physically made contact with the Night King, on his arm, he left a mark on him." He gestured to his own arm.

"What?"

"I asked him to show me the memory of where he last saw the Night King. When we were in his memory, the Night King did the same thing again to him, grabbing him. And when were out of his memory, his mark changed," Rhaegar's tone became very serious, "From what it used to be a hand mark, it turned to a spiral."

"Spiral…" Jon muttered, the cursed shape! The shape that indicated the presence of those monsters, the one that made him feel sick and cold.

"The mark of which the White Walkers would leave behind," Lya added.

Dany leaned forward, careful with the swell of her belly, she needs to understand all this, "But what could it mean?"

"We are not certain," Lya said regretfully, "The White Walkers usually would leave their marks to show that they had been there before, but never to a flesh of a human being."

"But he was after Bran that day," Jon said, "What does he want from him?"

"My guess is his powers," Rhaegar answered, "it's why he went after him and not you, you who had tormented him for the last several years," At that, he grinned, releasing the serious tension.

Jon chuckled, "Alright…." Then his face turned serious again, "But what does it want to be done with him then?"

The twins stayed silent, not understanding this as well. Her son sat back, "There isn't enough information."

"But for now, perhaps Uncle Bran needs to slow down when it comes to using his powers," her daughter finished for him, "We don't know anything exact until we talk to Lady Kinvara."

"Kinvara?" Dany heard that name before back at Essos. Tyrion did mention that the Red Priests there supported her, as did Melisandre. She wished the Red Priestess was here to help about this….. sense that cause the madness in Brandon Stark that made her twin's lives amess.

"Kinvara was our caretaker in the past," Lya reminded her. The thought of their children being raised by someone else made her a little sad yet grateful at the same time. "She might know something that we don't."

Dany thought for a moment, the Red Priests do have something special on them. But they are days away from them, they can't go there now. "How bad is this?"

"Not too bad though," Rhaegar said, "He told me that he felt like himself, but I fear otherwise…"

"I see," Jon hummed. No doubt that his brother is whole different person since he last saw him, but for him to have a connection to the Night King is something he is still trying to process. His brother must've seen their twin's past more than they did, perhaps he should be able to know what's coming, "Does he know what he did in your past?"

The twins nodded, "I suppose not all, but he knew about what he did."

"Alright," Jon folded his hands on the table, "I'll speak with Sansa, perhaps she can keep an eye on Bran until we get back," his children nodded in agreement, "Can you make contact with Kinvara?"

Lyanna turned to Rhaegar, her brother looked up for a moment before turning his violet eyes to them, "Perhaps," he said.

He nodded, "Alright, when the dust is settled, perhaps you could find Kinvara and bring her here. We'll discuss this further later on."

"Yes, Father," Rhaegar said, he inhaled deeply, "Well, that's all our reports," his tone changed, "We didn't really want to say anything at first, but…." He trailed off.

"He's your brother," Lya finished for him.

Jon nodded in content, there is a sense of trust between parents and children. Finally. "Thank you for telling us, you two."

Their son shrugged, "A promise is a promise," he stretched his arms as if relived to tell them, "Well, it's late. You both should probably rest."

"Aye," Jon agreed, "We all do. Tomorrow, we will march for White Harbor. The real war is coming."

They all nodded in agreement. All the dragons are here together, as one.

"Muna", someone called her, she knows.

She is in a meadow, somewhere. Dragon Stone? The ancient castle stood proudly and brighter than the one she was at long when she first arrived.

"Muna!" The little voice called to her again from behind.

She turned around to see a little girl with silver hair like her running towards her. A small grey wolf pup race alongside her. "Muna, Muna, where is you going?"

Dany smiled, Lyanna, she thought. She doesn't know why she knows, but her heart told her. She kneeled to her eye level, "Hello, little darling. What are you doing here?"

"I play with Greywind," she giggled, her chubby cheeks beamed and her Stark Grey eyes shining brightly, her father's eyes, "Come play with me, Muna," she held her hand with her small one.

She looked around, seeing no one else is with her, "Where is your brother?"

"He with Jared, playing sword. Rhae is bad," she pouted, her cute brows kneaded together, "He say no girls allowed."

"I'm sure he didn't mean that" she kissed the top of her head, "Why don't we see him together? Or would you like to see Aunt Arya?"

She shook her head, "Teach me fly like you and Kepa," The little girl insisted, "I want to be like you."

Dany's heart swelled with love and adoration. This little light could illuminate her dark world. She nuzzled her nose, she's so adorable, Lyanna has her and her father's spirit. She loves her so much, "When you grow up, you'll be just like you."

She giggled happily, hugging her mother, "I love you, Muna."

And her eyes fluttered open.

A dream, she thought. It felt so real, she had never seen that vision in the one Bran showed her. Was it their past?

She's a mother, it dawned her. All those years ago, she thought that she'll be the last of her kind. That witch made sure of that the day she took Rhaego from her. She was devastated, hurt, and alone. Who would want someone who could not conceive?

Jon did.

When she told him about her, he didn't care at all. He truly love her. And after knowing about the twins, he cared for her even more, going to additional length to ensure her safety and become the king he is meant to be. Her hand extended to search the person beside her.

Only to find the bed empty and cold.

Well, she thought. Where did he go? She sat up, searching the room to find him. But he's not in this room at all.

Except for Ghost and the baby dragons. The white direwolf laid lazily on the floor, whilst the dragons slept on the edge of the bed. Ghost sensed her awakening, when his blood-red eyes found her violet ones, he sat up looking at her with content. Ghost had been nothing but a sweet boy ever since he knew there is life in her belly, he had accompanied her wherever she goes if Jon could not be with her. He reminded her of Drogon.

The white direwolf padded towards her as if awaiting any instructions. He panted.

Dany threw her legs aside, careful of the swell of her belly, wanting to stand up. Ghost immediately nosed her belly, as if saying hello to the twins. Her heart swelled of his interaction, she ghosted her hand on stomach, Good morning, my darlings. She silently greeted her children. There are little kicks as if they responded to her.

Smiling, she got up and looked at her betrothed's direwolf, "Ghost, my dear. Do you know where Jon is?"

The white direwolf looked at her for a while. Then it turned around to the door, pawing at it. Dany walked towards the direwolf, obliged to his request, and opened the door, Ghost slipped past her and she followed the wolf wherever he is taking her.

The day when they are finally about to march, Jon found himself at the tombs of the Starks. It feels less gloomy than the last time he was here. He stood in front of his mother's tomb, looking at him. He doesn't know why he wanted to come here, he didn't see any dreams of her, yet something called out to him at this early morning. He left Ghost with Dany, should she wake up to find him gone.

And here he is.

Truthfully, he is fearful yet confident at his new journey. He had never done this before, all this time, he only knew that he was a bastard. Nothing more and nothing less, treated like a shame of the Starks, unable to prove his worth to others.

Now, he is going to lead an entire 7 Kingdoms. He never knew he life could lead him here, if he were to tell his youngerself, he'd dismissed him in a heartbeat.

Gently, he touched his mother's tomb, as if she is alive, "Hello, Mother," he whispered, "It's me, your son. Jon…or Aegon, as you have named me. But….. I don't feel like the person you named me," he admitted, "All this time, I thought I was the bastard son of Ned Stark, who bedded some random woman. I traveled to the wall to prove that I'm different than the rest they thought I was…." He didn't know where this is going, perhaps confessing to his mother that this is all unexpected, that he never thought that he could have a very different life. He sighed, "I wish I've known sooner about you and father. That way, things would turn out differently." It could've, but you wouldn't be able to live, another part of him said. If only he gets to know her, just to learn something about her and his father, and for them to see where he is now…. He gritted his teeth, nearing frustration, he balled his fist, "I wish you and father are here, why can't you be here?"

"They are with us," another voice startled him, he turned to the source of the voice. There, in the hallway, the same way Dany found him the day they were about to fight the White Walkers, she approaches him slowly. Her swollen belly is wearing her down, but this time, she is with Ghost. His trusty companion had taken it upon himself to protect his master's special asset.

Jon smiled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone."

She chuckled and took her place beside him, wrapping her arms around his, "I have Ghost to look for you."

"I swear, this boy is a traitor," he joked, "One minute he goes with me, and the next he never wants to be with me again."

She giggled, "Don't be angry with this sweet boy," she scratched the back of the wolf's ears, "He is just worried about our twins."

He loved the way she smiled and laugh, it had been such a long time to hear something happy after the Long Night and the war they are about to have with Cersei. He placed his hand on her belly, feeling the twins moving inside her. My children, "They are feisty."

"And healthy," she added, placing her head on his shoulder, "Why are you here, Jon?"

His eyes turned back to his mother's tomb, together with Ned Stark's and the rest of his family, "I was seeking council from the Great Kings."

"Did they help?" she asked genuinely, there was no hint of sarcasm. She truly wants him to be alright.

He sighed, "Silent as the statues they are, can't be too sure."

"You worry," Dany pointed.

He nodded, "A little."

"What's bothering you, my love?" she rubbed his arm, "No more hiding, remember?"

Perhaps he should've heeded his own words as well. "Sometimes, I don't know what I'm doing," he confessed, "I want a better world for us all, but I don't know where to begin or how to get there. I had no problem being Lord Commander in the past, King in the North. But to rule an entire Seven Kingdoms, and possibly Essos…"

"You doubt your values," Dany pointed out.

"A little," he said, "it's just a little terrifying."

"You won't be alone," she said, "I'm with you, together with our children. We'll create a better world together. Your mother and father ought to be very proud of the man you've become."

He chuckled, "How would you know, my love?"

"Because I am," she pressed her lips his arm, "The man who rules the entire North, the father of my children and father of Dragons. What is it not to be proud of?"

He smiled at her remarks, no one has ever supported him the way she did. Let alone a Queen. He is happy that destiny allowed them to meet and unite together, they are meant to be. He turned to face her, his arms carefully wrapped around her waist, careful of their twins. He looked at her bright violet eyes, the same eyes that looked at him lovingly, "Sometimes, I wonder if I ever deserve you."

She smiled and rested her head on his muscular chest, "I wonder the same too, Jon."

"I don't know if I can live up to the name my mother gave me," he muttered.

She shook her head, "You don't have to be like him," she whispered gently, caressing his chest, "You just have to be you, the man I love, and the King Westeros and Essos deserve. A wolf and a dragon, there hasn't been one in history."

The way she told him sparked something in him, a sense of resolve. "To be me," he sighed in content, releasing all the tension he had this morning, "I love you, Dany."

"And I you, my dear husband," she hummed.

Jon smiled, his mouth searching for hers, and kissed her with content, "Thank you for being here. For accepting me."

She stokes the curls of his hair, "A King needs his Queen just as the Queen needs her King. We need each other when we rule, when we stop Cersei once and for all."

He rested his forehead to hers, "Aye, we'll do it together." Loving their moment together, they both stayed silent, just letting this moment to last. After what she told him, he is certain now….that his mother….no….all their late family is watching them, with them, guiding their path.

You are not alone.

Jon opened his eyes and kissed her forehead, "Shall we go back?"

She nodded, "Lead the way, My King." Jon held her arm and guided her out, Ghost obediently followed. As they walked out, he looked back to take one last look at his uncle, and mother's tombs. Mother, Father, Uncle, watch over me. And he turned back ahead, holding his wife's arm and stepped out.

From this day onwards, he is going to face his days anew. As King Westeros needs.

Little did they know, the souls of Jon's deceased family were watching them as they left. Among them was Lady Lyanna Stark herself, she heard everything her son told her. She couldn't help but smile at how her son had gone this far.

I'm always with you.

Hope you enjoy this bit The other reunion is coming soon! Thanks for reading, let me know what you think.

Claire