Sister's Keeper

Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52

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Chapter 79: Winterfell

I sat in the main cabin of the ship, looking at Daenerys and Jon. When I woke up, my scream was compared to a banshee, waking nearing everyone on the ship. I was still catatonic from the vision I had. Jorah, he tried his best to calm my nerves in the early hours of dawn. Only Daenerys was allowed in my cabin to ease my tension. However, everyone wants to know what is going on. Only my Small Councils are aware of my ability, but only Jorah and Daenerys understand the extent. So, in the cabin, finally, back to my senses, I stared at everyone in the room.

"You had another vision?" Daenerys murmured.

"Vision?" King Snow asked.

I sighed, "I have the ability to have visions."

"How is that possible?" King Snow asked.

"I'm not entirely sure, either it's from the House of the Undying or dragon magic," I explained. "In the ends, I get these visions now and then when I least expect it."

"What did you see?" Daenerys asked.

"The Wall, the Army of the Dead has broken through," I answered

"How?" King Snow asked.

I took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Jon, but your Uncle didn't make it."

His eyes widen, asking how through his expression.

"He found the Horn of Joranum; unfortunately, the White Walkers got a hold of him. The Night King, he used the horn to awaken the Ice Dragon." I explained.

"So, the legends are true," Jorah sighed.

"What legend?" Daenerys asked.

"Long ago, after the first long night, Bran the Builder built the Wall, but no one knows for sure how he built it," Jorah explained. "Many believe he started it, and his children and descendants continue the name and the project. Others believe it was the children of the Forest and the Giants who helped him build the Wall. And then there is a legend that the Children made a magical horn to control an Ice Dragon that journeyed West beyond the Shivering Sea. The dragon was wild, who breathed flames of ice that can either destroy or create. So, with that Horn, Bran had control over the dragon and build the Wall. However, the dragon was still wild; once Bran the Builder died, the spell would be broken, so he had the dragon bury itself in the Wall. Never to cause its destruction again. Meanwhile Bran gave the horn to Joranum to take it beyond the Wall, keeping it hidden."

"No doubt he thought the dragon would have died. But no, his element of ice kept him alive. After eight-thousand years, he has become angrier, full of rage and wanting revenge against humanity for putting him in there." I added.

"And how do you know this?" King Snow asked.

I sighed, "I've had a few visions of the Ice Dragon. The first happened when I conquered Meereen. It was of Daenerys, you, and I fighting against the Night King on a dragon."

"You saw me years ago?" Jon was surprised.

"I wasn't sure who I saw," I lied. "Only a potential threat from the Night King. The next vision I saw was a few months ago, seeing the ice dragon frozen, feeling his anger — this primal rage. And now the Ice Dragon is released and bonded with the Night King. Along with the Army of the Dead, and I'll say this, we'll need the numbers we can get."

"How many?" Ser Barristan asked.

"Probably the same population as King's Landing," I answered. "We will need all the men we can get."

Everyone nodded; this was a serious matter. We have to leave White Harbor with no delay. So that is what we did. The Unsullied and soldiers started to assemble to march North. As the Unsullied continued to assemble or getting the supply wagons. We want this to be done before noon, before heading towards Winterfell.

I gave a shudder, still not accustomed to such coldness. It was about high noon when a ship made port. Everyone was confused, for it had red sails with flame emblem. Also, the ship was a Volantenes ship. Why is a ship from Volantis here?

"Does the North do trade with the Volante?" I asked King Snow.

"No, never even seen one," King Snow answered.

The plank came down along with two women. One wore a red dress while the other had a multi-hexagon gown — both wearing an elaborate mask of bronze or gold. Ser Davos, who was next to King Snow, tensed, glaring at the women while Jorah was surprised. It took me a moment to realize these women were from the R'hllor religion — priestesses from the Lord of Light. The two came over to us, giving a bow, as the woman in the multi-hexagon dress spoke.

"Your Grace, I am the one called Quaithe, and my sister and I have come to serve you in these dark times," Quaithe said.

"You are the Shadowbinder who helped Ser Jorah in Qarth and in the Veil," I noted.

Quaithe nodded, "That I did."

"What brings you here?" Ser Jorah asked.

"The Priestess Melisandre had returned to the Red Temple, informing the High Priestess Kinvara of the events that have unfolded. She has sent five-hundred soldiers to help in your cause." Quaithe announced.

I nodded; The Red Priestess Melisandre had offered to go to Volantis to acquire some help. She said the Fiery Hand could be of service — soldiers of the Lord of Light who can conjure fire onto their weapons. Although I had mixed emotions, knowing Volantis is still a slave city, and the R'hllor religion takes in slaves to convert them into soldiers, prostitutes, or priest/priestess in their cause. I made sure that Melisandre pass the message only those willing to fight may come.

"And where is Melisandre?" I asked.

"She is banished from the North; if she had come, then the King in the North would have her head," Quaithe said.

I turned my attention to King Snow and Ser Davos. Both nodded at this statement. It must be because of Shireen Baratheon. Melisandre had sacrificed the poor girl to a brutal god. I will never understand the R'hllor religion. If desperate times didn't call for extreme measures, I would have executed her myself.

With nothing else to say, I focused on the departure. Although, I noticed Quaithe staring at Jorah and me. As if she knows something.

"As long as no one is burning people or judging one's religion, you may join us," King Snow told Quaithe. "We can use all the help we could get."

Quaithe and her companion nodded as they got the Fiery Hand to join the Unsullied. Excusing myself, I walked away to check my cabin to ensure I have everything I needed. So much was happening, and time is dwindling faster than sand in an hourglass. Alliances have been forged, yet there is one army I believe won't keep their word. Something told me Cersei Lannister would not hold her end of the bargain. Can the Unsullied, Dothraki, the Fiery Hand, the Reach, the Northerners, Knights of the Vale, the Wildings, and three dragons be enough on the battlefield? Already Ser Barristan has been going over battle strategies.

But do we have enough time?

.o0o.

Winterfell

It took a couple of days before arriving at Winterfell. The Dothraki have not arrived yet, although there have been sightings that they are only a few days away from us. As reports came, there was a slight difficulty at the Neck of Westeros. Let alone the Reach's Army and the Tarly forces are a week away as well after getting supplies. The union between House Tyrell and House Wensington was a success as Lord Willas and Lady Elain are married. Ships from the Stormlands with Storm Knights are on their way as we speak from Lady Elain's dowry. House Martell has sent supplies since their men were not trained for the cold weather, yet Prince Doran assures me the armies will be ready for the second war. There was still no word from House Lannister, which Tyrion seemed to notice. However, he was always giving his sister the benefit of the doubt.

Anyway, I stare ahead over the Unsullied who were marching into the Great Keep of Winterfell. The memories of my nightmare when encountering the Ice Dragon sent shivers down my spine. If the vision was accurate, the battle will take place here, and…my possible death. Daenerys noticed my shiver, giving a concerned look. I forced a smile, assuring her it was just the weather. Winter has definitely come in the North. The further we enter the Northern Kingdom from White Harbor, the colder the weather has become. Snow packing on the ground, the air arctic cold that your ears were stinging. All my life, I've never experienced such coldness before except for the rescue mission beyond the Wall. It was like the Night King's magic was once more stirring in my spine.

King Snow took the lead as Daenerys, and I rode our horses behind him. We want to ensure the Northerners that Jon Snow is still King in the North. We are allies. I am not here to take the North as Aegon did. King Snow did not bend the knee like Torrhen Stark did. However, it doesn't stop the stares and glares the people were giving us. Outcasts and strangers, foreign invaders of the Mad King's Daughters. Daenerys noticed this, yet I continue to stare forward, knowing there is one person I need to convince that King Snow warned me about. Lady Sansa Stark.

Tyrion informed me about Lady Sansa, along with King Snow filling in the rest on her life. The girl went through the Seven Hells, same as I did. Yet she overcame it. Primarily dealing with her late sadistic husband. Poetic justice I dare say towards Ramsey Bolton, to torture people with his Hounds only to be eaten by them. Sansa holds an intense patriotism for the North. She wants the North to be its own independent Kingdom. So, when there is time, I will assure her the North will be its own Kingdom.

"I warned you," King Snow told Daenerys, who was still glancing at the people. "Northerners don't much trust outsiders."

Daenerys stared at them when all of a sudden, Drogon roars flying over the city. Viserion and Rhaegal followed. The Northerners gasped or screamed, clamoring at the sight of the dragons. I raised my brow, giving her a scolding look, knowing she summoned Drogon over. She merely smirked, acting innocent. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

It wasn't long when we enter the Great Keep. In the central courtyard, the welcoming party was there, as House Stark and its Council stood. King Snow rushed his horse over to them, as he got off his horse and went to hug a young man in a wheelchair. I assume the young man was Brandon Stark. Although, the joys of being reunited with his half-brother vanished when Brandon said something. Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah came over to Daenerys and I, as my lover, helped me down off my horse. Missandei came over with a case, holding an offering I intended to give to the Starks. We stood there waiting, as King Snow hugged Lady Sansa, yet the Lady gave us a cautious look. King Snow pulled back and gestured us over.

We came over as I stood in front with Daenerys beside me.

"Queen Alysanne of House Targaryen, and her sister, the Khaleesi Daenerys Stormborn," King Snow introduced. "My sister, Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell."

"Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark," I replied. "The North is as beautiful as his grace claimed, as are you."

Lady Sansa was taken back when I addressed King Snow as his grace, ensuring her brother was still King in the North. In the end, it even doesn't stop her caution. I gestured Missandei over who came holding an ornate case, as she opened it to reveal its content. Inside was a gold casting of an olive branch, with emerald leaves and onyx and jade gems in the shape of olives. I grabbed hold of the bejeweled olive branch and offered it to Lady Sansa. She was surprised by this.

"Please accept this gift," I said with a genuine smile.

Please accept this extended olive branch for peace in our two monarchies and reconciliations in the actions of what my family has done to yours, I thought.

Lady Sansa's eyes widen when seeing the gift glancing at King Snow, who nodded. She accepted the olive branch before staring at me.

"Welcome to Winterfell, Your Grace," she said, still a sharp tone.

I merely forced a smile and nodded. It will take more than a gift to earn her trust.

"We don't have time for this," Brandon called out. All eyes turned to him. "The Night King has awoken the Ice Dragon. He's one of them now. The Wall has fallen, the dead march south."

It surprised me that he is aware of this. There was something off about him. Feel a strange atmosphere I haven't felt since the House of the Undying. The presence of magic. Only this was no illusion. How does he know about this, unless…?

Daenerys and King Snow glanced at one another before turning their attention to Lady Sansa.

"We should head inside," Lady Sansa advised.

We nodded as the Lords of the North have been assembled inside.

.o0o.

Everyone was assembled in the Great Hall. The lords of the North stood on the sides, leaving an aisle while in the front of the massive chamber was a long table where the royals were. King Snow sat center. On his right was Lady Sansa and Brandon. Meanwhile, on his left, was Daenerys and I, while on the end was Tyrion. There was tension since two Targaryens were in the Great Hall. The daughters of the Mad King who burned their previous warden, Lord Rickard Stark, and his eldest son Brandon.

Lady Sansa took charge of going over the details of the assembly.

"As soon as we heard about the Wall, I called all our banners to retreat to Winterfell," Lady Sansa said. "Lord Umber . . ."

A young boy probably around the age of ten stuck his head out of a wall of bearded men and came over. He was nervous as he gave a bow.

". . . when can we expect your people to arrive?" Lady Sansa asked.

"We need more horses and wagons if it pleases my lady," the young boy said, then addressed King Snow and I. "And my . . . Lord. And my Queen. Sorry."

I gave Lord Umber a reassuring smile. He blushes slightly, smiling for a second, then focus on Lady Sansa.

"You'll have as many as we can spare," Lady Sansa replied. "Hurry back to the Last Hearth and bring your people here."

Lord Umber bowed before leaving to do as instructed.

"We need to send ravens to the Night's Watch as well," King Snow said. "There's no sense in manning the castles anymore. We make our stand here."

Maester Walkon, who was in a corner, bowed, "At once, Your Grace."

"' Your Grace.'" A young woman with dark hair and eyes said. If I am correct, she is Lady Lyanna Mormont. She stood up, taking center. "But you're not. Are you? You left Winterfell a King and came back a – I'm not sure what you are now. A lord? Nothing at all?"

King Snow sighed, "It's not important."

"Not important?" Lady Mormont repeated. "We named you King in the North."

The men exclaimed their agreement. Apparently, King Snow did not inform his people of the alliance and agreement of truce. We have been so busy preparing for the Great War that we did not draft the peace between us.

I stood up, which silence the men.

"You did, my lady," I said. "Jon Snow is still the King in the North. Instead of bending the knee, he extended his hand of truce — an alliance. I must apologize on both his and my behalf of not sharing this news with you all. You all shared your faith in your King, but when he left Winterfell, he left in need of allies, or you all die. He has kept his word and brought my sister and me here to fight alongside you. He had a choice, keep his crown or protect the North. In all my years, I have never seen a leader who would risk his life for his people. Therefore, I am breaking the oath Torrhen Stark made to King Aegon during the War of Conquest. Thus, the North will forever be the North."

The men were surprised, chattering and sighs of relief in knowing that I renounced their oaths to House Targaryen that their ancestral King had made. Lady Lyanna nodded in approval as she returned to her seat. This should ensure that the North will forever be its own Kingdom and House Stark as their Monarch through King Snow's bloodline. Maybe one day, the North shall return to the crown, but it will not happen during our generation.

Tyrion then stood up as I sat down. He walked around the table facing the Lords.

"If anyone survives the war to come, we'll have Jon Snow to thank," Tyrion said. "He risked his life to show us the threat is real. Thanks to his courage, we have brought with us the greatest Army the world has ever seen. We have brought three full-grown dragons. And soon, the Lannister army will ride north to join our cause."

The men grumbled or shouted their distaste for the Lannister army. Then again, who could blame them after the War of the Five Kings and what the Lannisters did to their previous King, Robb Stark? Or that King Joffrey Baratheon executed Ned Stark.

"I know, I know, our people haven't been friends in the past," Tyrion said, gaining their attention. "But we must fight together now. . .or die."

"May I ask, how are we meant to feed the greatest army the world has ever seen?" Lady Sansa softly asked. "While I ensured our stores would last through winter, I didn't account for Dothraki, Unsullied, and three full-grown dragons. What do dragons eat, anyway?"

"Whatever they want," Daenerys answered her question.

I sighed, turning my attention to Lady Sansa, who was baffled by my sister's response.

"I assure you, Lady Sansa, we've brought provisions, our alliances with the Reach and Dorne shall supply food and men. Apologies for worrying you on the provisions."

Lady Sansa merely nodded.

I sighed; taking a deep breath, this is going to be a long war of pride.

.o0o.

After the meeting, a maid escorted my Council to the East Wing of the Great Keep. Everyone either went their separate ways to rest or to explore the castle. Once in my chambers, I sat down on the bed and sighed, it is clear Lady Sansa and Daenerys won't be getting along. As much as it would be appreciated to form some sort of familiar relationship with House Stark, I did not come here to make friends. I came here to make an alliance to fight against the Night King and his Army.

We only have a couple of weeks before the Army of the Dead arrives. Right now, the Unsullied and the Fiery Hand are assembling their camp. In a few days, they will start digging the trenches. Although tomorrow, there will be a war meeting to discuss battle strategies in how to deal with the enemy.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's me," Ser Jorah replied.

"Come in," I said, working on my armor to take it off.

Jorah entered the room, sighing once the door was shut. Unfortunately, we will not be sharing a room during our stay in Winterfell. The North was slightly conservative, having a displeased view of unmarried maidens to share a room with a man or premarital sex. Yet they were fine with men whoring at the brothels — stupid double standard. Thus, Jorah has taken residence in his own room. Honestly, I don't want to be alone at night. After that vision at White Harbor of the Wall coming down, I have slept better.

"You weren't joking when you say the Northerners were stubborn," I muttered.

Jorah chuckled as he came over to help take off my armor.

"It is in our blood," he said, taking the spaulders off.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, "Especially the women."

"Aye, my cousin is a bear indeed," he said.

It took me a moment to realize what he said. There were barely a handful of women in the room. The Starks were not related to the Mormonts. None that I am aware of, so that left the young girl.

"Lyanna Mormont," Jorah sighed.

His only living relative, I thought sadly.

House Mormont is a dying breed, just like House Targaryen.

I nodded, "The Fiery Hand, Shadowbinders, Stubborn Northerners, what else is there?"

Jorah chuckled as he leaned down and pecked me on the forehead, "We will get through this."

"Although, you would wish me not to be here," I countered.

"I will not lie; I do not what want you to fight. You are too import to me and the kingdom." He confessed.

I cradled his cheek, "I know, but I must. Visenya has prepared me for this."

Jorah sighed knowing there is no point in stopping me. I will fight in this war to ensure the safety of Westeros. I do not believe that this is not my destiny. But I have a responsibility to protecting the people. I need to redeem House Targaryen by name and reputation. Even if it cost me my life.

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