Happy Monday kiddos!

Happy to be back to our normally scheduled program, my weekend was lovely but it was rough not being prepared lol. Next time I go away I'll be sure to write a lot in advance! For now, I got a quick question for u guys in regards to the near future: how do you guys feel about time jumps? They won't happen just yet but to progress our story further, I'm gonna have to do a couple. I got a lot of big plans for how I want this fic to play out but I'm gonna need to age our Starkaryen babies up a bit. I promise not to do too much, but it's all gonna work out! I promise :)

* Also for those who asked: I pronounce Lyaella's name LAY-ELLA so it's pronounced more similar to how you'd pronounce Dany's moms' name: Rhaella.

The first month of Lyaella's life seemed to go by in a blink of an eye. Jon and Daenerys were over the moon with their daughter. Daenerys didn't want a midwife to take care of her and did everything on her own. Jon helped where he could but he could tell that Daenerys loved doing it all on her own. Being Queen was one thing, but to him, it was being a mother that Daenerys was born to do. She would take Lyaella everywhere she went and carried her around Snowhome as they took their walks. The Freefolk seemed just excited for their future Queen as she did and often mentioned Lyaella as the Daughter of Dragons. Their words excited Daenerys even more. It seemed that everyone had high hopes for Lyaella's future in this world.

As promised Arya had come to visit Lyaella not long after she was born. Jon found it funny when his sister had come bearing many gifts for his daughter, but it made sense when she explained half the gifts were from Sansa. It was mainly clothes and toys, a lot of which bore the new Targaryen symbol: the three-headed dragon with a wolves head.

"She's so small," Arya paced the great hall with her niece in hands. Jon could see it in her face as Arya stared at Lyaella with loving eyes: she was obsessed, "Are babies always this small?"

Tormund was standing to Jons left, next to the head table. He snorted at her question, knowing his answer would be mean, "Your brother is short so-"

Jon rolled his eyes at his brother, "Tormund…"

Daenerys chucked from her seat next to Jon. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to Ayra. "Babies take time to grow, but she will be bigger before we know it. She is only a little over a month, you know."

"Will you have more," Ayra asked as she handed Lyaella back to Daenerys, "Babies I mean."

Jon couldn't help but laugh at her question, "We just had Lyaella, Ayra, I'm sure Daenerys would like to wait before we have another."

"Yes, I would," Daenerys added her face scrunching back as she thought back to the day her daughter was born, "I would like to wait a while before I experience the pains and joys of labor again."

"That makes sense," Ayra replied, not really understanding the extent of what Daenerys talked about. Arya approached the main table, her eyes watching Daenerys as she sat back down next to her husband," I wish I could've been here when she was born, but I was busy getting my affairs in order."

Jon's eyebrow rose, "Affairs?"

"We could imagine you were busy," Daenerys smirked at her husband to stop him from getting too protective over his sister, "So have you been up to since we last saw you, Arya," Daenerys asked, Lyaella coo-ing sweetly in her arms.

"Well to be honest," Ayra looked down to her feet and took a deep breath, "I'm getting married."

The expressions on Daenerys face was completely different than Jons. Where she seemed thrilled and happy, her husband was shocked and a bit defensive, "Married?"

"To who!?" Jon asked confused, his voice getting louder than he thought it would.

Ayra kept her hands behind her back, nervously looking away as she replied, "Gendry."

Tormund chuckled and smiled with excitement, "The boy with the hammer?"

"You're engaged to Gendry Baratheon?" From the other side of the room, Davos appeared just in time to hear her news.

Arya looked back and smirked, "Yes," She looked back to her brother, trying to calm this overprotective mood he was in, "The lady thing… it isn't me, but," She sighed, having a hard time getting her words across. Her eyes glanced at the baby as she smiled, "I don't know. A family could be nice. I wouldn't mind having a place to always come back to as well…"

Jon rubbed his forehead with the tip of his fingers, "Of all the men-"

Daenerys shot a frustrated glance at her husband, "Jon..."

"When you visited last, and I heard Daenerys was pregnant," Arya continued, "It got me thinking a lot about my life. I've seen enough death in this world to last me a least a couple of lifetimes. I traveled more then most people do in their entire lives. I went West and experience nothing but open seas and barren islands. I'd like to experience some of the nicer things the world has to offer, and I'd like to be here near my family when I do so."

Jon sighed, calming himself before he asked his next question, "When will you two be wed?"

"Before spring's end," Ayra replied.

Daenerys looked to Arya next, "And where will the ceremony happen?"

Ayra bit her lip, "That's part of the reason I'm visiting, I would truly love for all of you to attend but…"

"But you'll be wed in Storm's End," Jon sighed and then looked down at the table.

Daenerys looked down at Lyaella then back to Jon, "Which is in the South."

Davos walked closer to Jon and the rest of the people in the hall, "I know this is your family but I don't think that's a wise move, Your Grace, Storm's End is part of Your Brother's Kingdom. The same brother who wants our Queen dead."

Jon had both hands clasped on the table in front of him, "I'd like to think that Bran would not murder anyone at our own sisters' wedding."

"Sansa and her Bannermen will protect you, as well as the Baratheon Bannermen," Ayra tried had to make the situation seem a bit better than she knew it was, "You know that Gendry thinks highly of you and would never put any of you in harm."

"My love," Daenerys reached out with her free hand for Jon, "If this is something you're honestly considering, we could always bring the others."

Arya looked confused as she glanced between them, "What others?"

Tormund shook his head not pleased with the idea either, "The Unsullied…"

"The Unsullied are back?" Ayra's eyes got wide as she stared at Jon.

"Yes, and Loyal to the Crown Beyond the Wall," Daenerys explained as she lifted Lyaella to cuddle against her shoulder, "They wouldn't let anything happen to House Targaryen."

Arya side, looking back at Jon, "I trust you both I really do but if Sansa sees you have the Unsullied back on western shores…"

"We know, but the safety of our family comes first," Jon stood up and approached Arya, "We'll discuss the wedding further and let you know."

"If there was an easier way…" Ayra looked down to the floor, feeling somewhat defeated,

"We know, Arya," Jon sighed, putting his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her, "And we wish there was."

Jon knew his sister was leaving that night and would need an answer on what they were planning to do. The whole situation left him feeling very torn. He loved his sister with all his heart and didn't want to miss her wedding. Arya was always the sibling he was closest to; second to Robb, but he would not put his wife and daughter at risk by leaving the safety of his home. It was a terrible feeling having to make this choice, and it made Jon pace the entirety of his and Daenerys's room trying to decide what to do.

Daenerys was watching him pace from the chair in front of the fireplace as she rocked Lyaella to sleep. She could see in his eyes how torn he was, "Jon…"

Jon replied without looking at her, still pacing around the room, "It sounds like a trap, I know Dany, trust me I do."

"I do not doubt your sisters love you and wouldn't dare put you in harm's way but that's not who I'm concerned with. We don't know who's loyalty lies with who anymore," Daenerys told him from her seat, she could see he was beating himself up internally, "Yes, Arya and Sansa have an alliance with us but Gendry Baratheon doesn't. The Southern Lords will be loyal to whoever their king tells them to. Your brother wants me dead, and I will not bring Lyaella down there to be in danger."

"I wouldn't either, Dany. I wouldn't do anything that would put either of you in danger…" Jon stopped his pacing and walked over to Daenerys, getting down on his knees in front of her.

"But they are your sisters," Daenerys put her free hand on his face, "Trust me, my blood, I get."

"When you are married in the faith of the Old Gods, the father gives the bride away. If the father is not around, then the oldest brother," Jon sighed as his heart broke, "That's why she wants me there."

Daenerys took a deep breath, rubbing Jon's cheek with her thumb, "It would be absolutely stupid to go down there. To show our faces to Westeros after all this time…" She paused her sentence and suddenly Daenerys' face lit up, "Which is exactly why we should go, isn't it?"

Jon scrunched his brows together in confusion, "I don't follow."

"Your brother has forced us to cower into a box. He has us hiding up here Beyond the Wall like a scared child but we are not children, we are dragons. Dragon's do not fear the raven, and neither should we," Daenerys smiled, pulling Jons face closer for a kiss, "So we go down there and we show your brother we are not afraid."

Jon took a moment to think about what she said, and smirked. She was right, they couldn't hide Beyond the Wall forever, "you're right, that does sound absolutely stupid."

"It's simple, we only bring those closest to us that we truly trust: Tormund, Davos and Grey Worm. Your sisters will also protect us as they promised," Daenerys stood up and Jon followed, a smile on her face as she spoke, "And then we will show Bran the Broken that we not afraid of him."

Jon smiled back, "As you wish, Your Grace." Jon snickered to himself as she walked away. This was probably a terrible idea, but they both knew it had had to be done.

"Will you sail down alone?" Arya asked with a smile as they said goodbye to her at Hardhome. She was taking a ship back to Storm's End and Jon had gone to see her off.

"No, we will probably ride down to Winterfell, and sail out with Sansa," Jon ruffled his sister's hair and smiled, "We are going to be there, I promise."

"You'll all be safe while you're down there. I know its Bran's kingdom, but we won't let anything happen to you," Arya told him as she hugged Jon goodbye, "We protect our own, and you are our family."

"I know, Ayra. Safe travels, okay?" Jon let go and watched as Arya boarded the ship taking her home. He stood on the docks and watched as the ship headed out into the sea. He didn't even notice that someone had snuck up behind him, standing close by.

"Your Grace," He recognized the voice as Kinvara.

"Headed home?" Jon asked her without turning around.

Kinvara took a few steps closer until they were standing side by side, "There are a few things I need to gather from the East but I will be back by the time you return from your sisters' wedding."

"So does the Lord of Light think attending the wedding is a bad idea?" Jon asked as he glanced her way.

Kinvara smiled as she looked at Jon, "If your asking if Arya Stark's wedding will be anything similar to her uncle's, the answer is no. Attending the wedding is in your best interest. You might find that you have more allies in the South than you realized."

"I find that hard to believe," Jon replied.

Kinvara turned her body to face Jon, a sly look on her face, "I'm not saying that secret toasts are held in hope that you and Daenerys take back the Six Kingdoms, but what I am saying is that many people are starting to think that maybe making your brother king wasn't as great of an idea as they once imagined it to be. There is something very dark happening in Westeros, and soon things are going to become very clear to you and your wife."

"If anything happens to my family-" Jon started to threaten her but Kinvara raised her hand to stop him.

"My loyalty is to the Lord of Light, but my faith is in the future created by the children you and Daenerys will conceive. I would never do anything that will put the Lord's plan in danger," Kinvara snickered, "Both of you are needed for that plan."

"So your Lord brought us back just to have children?" Jon questioned.

Kinvara shook her head no, "Our Lord brought you back to raise heroes."