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Night had fallen on Last Hearth. Rae stood in the courtyard in heavy fur-lined umber inspire gown. She watched the snow falling in the torchlight. She had seen snow once she entered the North, but nothing compared to the beauty of untouched snow. Her hair was mostly down only the front of her hair was braided back in simple northern style. Robb came over to her leaning in to kiss her. She smiled giggling kissing him in the falling snow. They deepened their kiss. He pulled back from the kiss. Looking at her with a loving gaze. He pulled her fur line cloak closer to her body making sure it was closed by the direwolf clasp. A simple silver chain was around right under her bust, he played with it until his hands moved over where his child rest. He felt a kick right where his hand was. She brought her hand over his locking each other gaze once again.

"We are fine," Rae told him.

"I know, this child is of the North like you are, but it is my nature to worry about my wife," Robb told her before leaning in to kiss her again.

Greatjon and Ned came into the courtyard. They smiled looking Ned's son and Greatjon niece. The sound of people approaching caused them to break apart. Her hand went to cradle her baby bump. They slowly made their way to the Heart tree. Rae's eyes locked with blood-red weeping eyes of the Heart tree. She closes her eyes for a moment. Silently praying that she was wrong about what she felt was coming, not with her sister, oh no, but with her life. Robb squeezed her hand. She opened her eyes smiling at him that mask was in place. She did not worry him. All the while in the back of her mind three will rise one will fall echoed in her mind. And as it stood now, it would likely be her that will fall. Smalljon made his way to stand in front of the Heart Tree on the arm of his mother Lady Meerna. Her black hair was pulled back in northern style. They stopped before, Robb and Rae bowing to them. Robb and Rae nodded to them. Lady Meerna came over to Greatjon who stood by Ned. She gave her eldest son a reassuring smile. Soon by the heart tree was filled by Umber's and servants deemed worthy of witness the wedding. Nymeria entered on her father Oberyn's arm. She was dressed in a golden ivory gown with it was heavily embroidered on both the bottom hem and cuff of sleeves. The neckline of the gown was turtleneck-like with brightly colored and heavy embroidered with gold and orange that went down the bodice of the gown to where the gown flared out to a fuller skirt. On her shoulder was the Martell cloak of orange with the red sun with a spear.

"Who comes? Who comes before the gods?" Smalljon asked

"Nymeria of House Martell comes here to be wed. A woman grown and flowered she comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?" Oberyn stated.

"Me, Jon of House Umber, I claim her. Who gives her?" Smalljon replies

"Prince Oberyn of House Martell, father of Nymeria," Oberyn turned and looked at his daughter. He noted the look in her eyes and a slight curve to her belly. "Lady Nymeria will you take this man?" Oberyn asked looking deeply into her eyes.
In his eyes he conveyed is this what you genuinely want. He knew his brother and what started as flirting between his daughter and Queen Raenera had quickly escalated to her moving to the desolate wasteland that was the North and she marries the man. He let his brother try to gain favor with Queen Raenera, but he would fight tooth and nail for his daughter's happiness his brother be damned. Nymeria looked to Smalljon then looking back to her father. She slightly nodded her head to him.

"I take this man," Nymeria said with a smile.

Nymeria and Smalljon join hands and knelt before the Heart Tree. They bowed their heads in submission to the gods. They spend a few moments in silent prayer, then stand. Smalljon removes her Martell cloak handing it to Prince Oberyn. Before taking the Fur-lined Umber cloak and placing it over Nymeria's shoulders.

Early the next morning Rae awoke. She looked over to Robb who was peacefully asleep. He partied long into the night. She leaned over kissing his forehead moving the curls from his face. Last night dreams came falling back. She slowly moved from the bed. Starlight and Greywind lifted their head watching her as she started to dress quickly. It was a simple dark red northern-style gown. She threw her fur line cloak over her shoulders. Before, she headed to pray. Greywind and Starlight quickly followed. She could feel her baby kicking in her belly as she made her way into the courtyard of Last Hearth.

Sun was rising, there was a silence that echoed through this bustling castle. The courtyard was filled with virgin snow blanket no footprints had broken the peacefulness. But peace was the last thing Rae was feeling. She came to a stop in front of Heart Tree. Greywind and Starlight looped into the woods all the while watching out for their mistress. She dropped to her knees her amethyst pools stared deadly into the red eyes of Heart Tree. She bowed her head to pray to the only gods that ever seemed to listen to her. So many thoughts echoed in her mind. Never mind, the fact that her time was swiftly approaching. She was surer than ever that she was going to die. Three will rise, one will fall echoed in mind. There were now three of them; in Daenerys, Jon, and herself. There were also three sets of dragons: in Rhaegal, Viserion, and Drogon for Daeny. Then there was Visenya Rhaenys and Selaera for herself. Then there were the three fire dragon eggs not to mention the one ice dragon egg. One found by Torrhen on Dragonstone, one a gift from the shadowlands, the last an egg from the union of Rhaenys and Rhaegal. What did this all mean?

Maester Snow maybe a half-hour later came into the courtyard on his way to the Great hall of Last Hearth. He caught sight of delicate footprints with sets of wolf tracks. He quickly followed the prints his breakfast forgotten.

That was where Maester Snow found her not know how long she was there. She was a silent prayer. By her sides were two full-grown direwolves with their large head resting on her lap. A halo effect was cased on her from the rising sun.

"Your Grace," Maester Snow addressed her.

Rae turned as Greywind, and Starlight growled turning to look at him. They rose to protect her. She placed a calming hand on both of their backs. Her eyes held a haunting look with tear tracks like rivers course down her face. Making her look even more ethereal than before. She rose to her feet with the help of Greywind and Starlight. Her hands sinking in the deep dense fur of the direwolves. It began to snow making her look even more of Northern Goddess.

"Maester Snow what can I do for you?" Rae asked.

"Yesterday you said it was good that wildings are South of Wall. Forgive me, but how is that good. They rape and pillage all that can, you know nothing of the North," Maester Snow questioned.

Rae paused for a moment considering his words. He was one of few that dare questioned her. With that fact, he quickly gained her respect. She moved forward with Greywind and Starlight keeping pace with her. Until she was standing right before him. She looked him dead in the eyes with an unflinching stare.

"Maester Snow, I have seen what is coming with Winter. War is far greater than the war we fought with Lannister or any other petty war for the throne. That throne people argue about will mean nothing if what I have seen wins. It is a war for survival. The Night King does not care if members of his army are filled with Westerosi soldiers or the wildlings. You have seen winters before," Rae asked. He gave a slight nod at her question. She tilted her head all the while keeping her eyes on his eyes. "Tell me why do you think they are trying so hard to get South of Wall? And why have those numbers have increasing? They have to know something that we do not or rather most do not." Rae reasoned.

Maester Snow truly studies her for a moment. There was something about her eyes that reminded him so much of her mother. He hated to see the haunting look in her eyes or tears tracks down her face.
"You remind me of your mother. She had green sight. She as a child had visions of the walkers and their king. I told her they only night terrors from her nurse stories. Part of me wants to tell you that, that is just a walking dream but know you did not grow up with tales of walkers. But your reasoning makes much more sense than I want to admit. Add to that fact that your eyes show an eerie haunted look to them. Tells me you have seen the thing I can only dream of. You said you have seen him," Maester Snow asked.

"Yes, he spoke to me. It sounded like ice breaking and move against ice. He wants me to take his hand. He wants me a child of ice and fire, capable of bearing children. The continuation of his line. But he also wants something else something I fear direr than me. Right now, all that stands before him is the Wall. Which stood long after last long night. I fear this time this long night this winter will like the ones of old, the ones of legends," Rae told him.

"I see," Maester started.

"My time come swiftly; my childbirth will before we reach my husband's home. I know this. I know this will likely cost me my life," Rae revealed.

"What are talking about, yes all birth is dangerous, but you have survived the birth of triplets a virtual death sentence," Maester Snow tried to reason.

"Three will rise, one will fall," Rae whispered

"What"

"Three will rise one will fall. I heard those words in the flames. The dragon has three heads; me Daenerys and, why we are going to the Wall in the first place, Jon Snow or Jon Stark," Rae told him.

"Ned's bastard," Maester Snow said disbelievingly.

'He is not Ned's son. He is my brother Rhaegar Son with Lyanna Stark," Rae told him.

"A second ice dragon," Maester Snow stated looking dead in her eyes.

"What" Rae questioned.

"If you think about you and Jon are not like Daenerys. You are born of a mother from the North or ice and father of fire a dragon. You are not just a dragon queen you are an ice dragon. Like Jon is an ice dragon," Maester Snow reasoned.

Rae's eyes went wide as she thought of the ice dragon egg that rested in her and Robb's room. Maester Snow took her hand bringing her eyes back to him.

"I promise you, if your time comes here, I will do everything in my power to save you and your child," Maester Snow told her.

"Thank you, but know it is, is in Gods' hands. I accept there will as all man most do," Rae said looking back to the Heart Tree.

Margaery sat in the early morning light coming from a window of Tower of Hand of King. She was staring at the wall. She looked unwell even though her every need was taken care of. Her hand rested on her shakingly on her baby bump. She loved and hated the child in her womb. In one way she prayed that child was Euron, her lover. But she also knew that it could be her now ex-husband, Edmure who was remarried. Now, either way, both of her children Garth and the one in her womb were bastards. Ser Markus Duyne was stationed outside her door with other gold cloaks with the Hound. Her hair was limp and unkempt. She was dressed in a simple gold gown. Her eyes traveled around the room that was her prison. She had few maids, and a midwife, Dyane Sand, that were all loyal to Rae. Camyla was a blonde worker in the red keep that was promoted to a maid of Margaery by Tyrion. The only one she trusted was her cousin, Alla Tyrell. She knew was only here at her brother's urging. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in Southern style. She dressed in a dark green gown with a golden rose on the neckline. She was playing wooden harm near her cousin. She was shy and quiet. Margaery knew she was here to take her baby to her brother where her child would be raised. Her only comfort was it was going to be raised in High Garden.

Suddenly Margaery stood up and started to pace in a rageful fit. Alla put her harp down Dyane and Camyla came over to Margaery to start calming her down. Dyane got to her first Margaery shook her head back and forth. She pounded on Dyane's shoulders. Alla placed her hand on Margaery's shoulders. Margaery busted in tears in Alla's arms. She led her over to the bed as a knock sounded at the door. Margaery let out a wail. Alla met the eyes of Dyane who nodded. Dyane walked over to the bed checking over Margaery trying to calm her down again.

Camyla came over to the door. She opened it look at Ser Markus and Tyrion who she knew came to talk with Margaery to keep sane. But sane was the last thing Margaery was. Camyla just shook her head her honey brown eyes met Tyrion green eyes.

Tyrion turned and walked away. He made his way to battlements of the red keep. He ran his hand over the scar in stone made by Drogon. Varys came walked over to him. He stopped on his left side.

"Tell me how is Margaery?" Lord Varys asked.

"Pycelle and Dyane say her time will come soon. And with each passing day her mood darkens then it turns peaceful before breaking down in sobs," Tyrion sighed.

"This child she knows is her lifeline and her death sentence. For the moment, the child is born her life is to be ended. Part of her still hopes that her brother will save her," Varys said.

"She has nothing live for if not that babe. She would have face fate like my sister's and nephew's if not. Rae may have listened to reason and only have her beheaded instead of burning her alive," Tyrion said

"Do you fear her dragon rage," Vary asked?

"It would be unwise not to fear it," Tyrion started. His eyes traveled to the sea. Vary looked down at him before returning to look at the sea. "It is there I have seen it lurking just below the surface. She is more opened to listen to other opinions than the dragons before her," Tyrion stated.

Varys and Tyrion stood there in silence for a moment. Varys was debating on telling him what he knew.
"Pycelle is dying," Varys said

"What?"

"He is on his death bed with a fever," Varys stated. Tyrion turned and looked at him with a shocked look on his face. He brought his hands to his face. "My little birds tell me he has been ill for months. He met with lesser Maesters he is part taking of his own wears. Some even tell me he feels guilty for something and he has poisoned himself as penance," Varys finished.

"Just how close to dying is he," Tyrion asked trying to formulate a plan.

"Most likely to die in coming days," Lord Varys replied gravely.

"We need to send for other midwives and Maester Davith from the Citadel," Tyrion said.

Jon was strapping on his sword. His mind was on Hardhome. He was praying he made the right choice. A horn sounded.

"Open the gates," Edd cried out.

Jon walked outside to see his brother and Ned along with a woman he could only guess was his brother's wife ride into the courtyard of Castle Black. Allister Thorne's eyes locked on the amethyst eyes of the woman in instance he knew she was the dragon queen he heard about.

I hope you like this chapter. How do you think Jon will react to the truth?