So I just wanna start by saying in yesterday's rant I kind of made Jon sound dumber than he is, and for that I'm sorry. The point I was trying to get across is that ruling Beyond the Wall is a team effort, and Daenerys pulls in the same amount of work that Jon does and vice versa. They are BOTH King and Queen, and BOTH of them work hard to do things together. I was just triggered and ranted without thinking.

Now, today's chapter is super long and that's cause a lot happens I just couldn't break up. From here on out there wouldn't be any more big jumps for a long while. As we dive deeper into the bigger picture, our focus will shift between Jon and Danaerys and their children. Also for anyone who might as later, yes I will explain WHY they named their third born THAT NAME. Just not yet lol

"Your aim is excellent, Lyaella," Daenerys tells her oldest as she watches her practice her archery. Winter has finally come, and Daenerys is expecting her third and final child. She looks as if she is at the end of her pregnancy but she has a few weeks left. Lyaella is closing in on six years old, her children are growing faster than she could ever imagine. "Your arms are good but you need to keep your feet more apart or you're going to have a hard time with balance."

"Yes, Mum." Lyaella runs out to grab the arrow she just shot. She had come with her parents back to Widow's Keep so she could be there when the new baby was born. She and little Ned were both very excited to meet their new brother or sister, it was all they'd talk about. Lyaella takes the arrow back out at least the length of Kinvara's hut before she turns around to ready herself. She makes sure to watch her own feet before she pulls back the bow and fires the arrow. Just as Lyaella let the arrow go, she could hear her mother groaning uncomfortably. She turns around to see her mother leaning over in agony. Lyaella can see her mom is in a lot of pain and drops her bow as she rushes over to her side, "Mum!"

"I'm fine my lo-ahh!" Daenerys holds her belly as she groans out in pain and both of them can hear a pop. As Daenerys looks down, she can see a clear liquid and blood seeping through and leaking down her dress. It was clear to her what had happened; her water broke. Daenerys started breathing heavier, trying not to lose cool it in front of her daughter. "Lyaella go get Rosemary… and your father. Hurry!"

Whoosh!

There is a target sitting out in the distance littered in arrows, all crushed on top of each other right in the center circle. Another arrow fires and splits the one that just landed in two. Across the way is Lyaella, now ten years old, with a beautiful bow in hand. It's painted black and red and has a unique dragon design etched into it. Lyaella herself has gotten taller, and her long silver hair has been pulled back in a singular braid. Her winter clothes are black with red stitching, and there is a three-headed dragon with a single direwolf head embroidered into her dress.

As she goes to fire another arrow, a voice behind her stops her. "Lyaella," She doesn't have to turn around to knows that voice is her father.

Her answer is blunt and short, "Yes, Father?"

"We are riding back home now, love, gather your things please," Jon sighs silently as his daughter lowers her bow and put it's over her back.

"Alright, Father." Lyaella grabs her quiver which is thrown to the floor a bit away from her and marches past Jon without even making eye contact.

Without a word, Lyaella and Jon head back to the entrance of Widow's Keep where Daenerys is waiting for them with a now 7 turning 8-year-old Ned and a 5-year-old girl who is the spitting image of Jon but with Daenerys' eyes. When the girl sees Jon she rushed into his arms, and he carries her back over to the group. Lyaella rolls her eyes at the little girl as she makes her way over to her mother, being sure to stand right next to her and away from her father.

"I know I'm not a real doctor, but I'd say you're back to full health," Rosemary told Daenerys with a relaxed smile on her face. Daenerys looked worried, but Rosemary put her hand on her shoulder to calm her, "Really, Your Grace, you're fine now."

"I just rather be sure," Daenerys looked back at Jon, who was playing around with Ned and their youngest, "That scare we had years ago really set our family on edge."

"I know, but that's in the past now," Rosemary smiled to Lyaella, who barely flashed a smirk her way, then looked back to Daenerys, "Tell my sister and that son of mine I said hi, will you? It would be nice if they'd come and visit once in a while."

Daenerys smiled and reached out to hug Rosemary, "Will do, Rosemary, it was great seeing you as always."

"Next time I'll come to you," Rosemary hugged her back, "This winter has not been a kind one."

Daenerys is her labor bed and Lyaella and Ned are waiting outside to meet their new baby brother or sister. They can hear that things seem to be going wrong by the sounds of all the talking and screaming going on. Lyaella could remember what it sounded like while she waited for her mother to give birth to Ned, but this sounded a lot worse. They waited what felt like hours, long enough for Ned to pass out on the floor and one of the sisters to come by and bring him to bed. Now it was only Lord Davos and herself waiting for the baby. After a long time, Lyaella could hear the sounds of a baby crying. She jumped to her feet, expecting her father to come out and introduce their new sibling, instead, she could hear the midwives panic and a moment later her father rushes out asking Davos to send for Parsley and to send a messenger to Volantis. Lyaella doesn't pay attention to their conversation and instead peeks into the room only to catch a glimpse of her mother covered in blood. Rosemary and the other midwives surround her in a panic and off to the side she sees her newborn baby sibling on the floor bloodied and crying. Lyaella can feel her breathing get heavy as she turns back to her father. She watches Davos run away without a word and her father rushes back into the room and closes the door behind him.

It wasn't until late the next day that he would go see them; without the newborn in his arms.

As Jon entered the room little Ned rushed over and jumped into his arms, "Father!"

Lyaella watched as her father hugged her brother tight. She tried to look past him, half expecting their mother and the new baby to be right behind him, "Where is Mum?"

Her father's face looked as pale as the snow outside her window. He brought Ned over and sat him next to Lyaella, "I need to explain something to you both," Jon sighed, trying to keep his composer, "Your mother… something happened when she was giving birth to the baby. She's very sick and we don't know when she'll be better."

Lyaella looked down trying to process what her father said. Ned was confused about what that meant, but knew that something was off, "And the baby?"

"A girl," Jon smiled as he sniffled back any emotions he might have had, "Your mother and I named her Valyria. The midwives said she came earlier than she was supposed to so they need to keep a special watch on her to make sure she gets big and strong."

Ned nodded okay but Lyaella still sat there with her head down. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence between the three of them before his eldest finally spoke, "Is Mum going to die?"

Jon hesitates, her question making him take a deep breath to calm his nerves but Lyaella can already see that her father has been on edge this whole time, "No, my love, I don't think she will," His words came out as if he was trying to convince himself they were true, "Your mother is very strong, she's going to be okay."

Lyaella looked at him with disbelief, "How do you know?"

Jon bit his lip, not sure how to reassure her, "Lyaella…"

"What if she dies?! What will we do without her?!" Lyaella broke out into tears as she rushed to her feet, "I don't want a sister! I want Mum!"

"My love, are you getting off your horse?" The sound of Daenerys' voice broke Lyaella out of the daydream she was having. She nodded her head yes and dismounted as her mother asked. They were back home once again at Wolvesden. Without a word, Lyaella follows her parents, brother, and sister from the stable to the strong home. Ned and Valyria rush into the great hall as the doors open where they are greeted by Parsley, who looks very pregnant. Lyaella walks up to greet Parsley and behind them, her parents go off to talk to Kristof and Tormund.

"Finally, my favorite little students have returned," Parsley greeted Lyaella with a smile, who's face kept emotionless as she spoke, "I hope you've been practicing on your footwork while you were gone. You are going to have a lot of training to catch up on this week."

Lyaella sighed, unmoved by Parsley's always happy demeanor, "I don't understand. All this for what? We have guards don't we..."

"Very true, Princess, but there will come a time where you won't," Parsley put her arm around Lyaella as she guided her through the great hall, "It's always best to be able to defend yourself."

"Didn't your sister tell you to take it easy?" Lyaella rolled her eyes as Parsley looked down on her with a smile, "Pregnant women shouldn't be instructing children in archery, they are supposed to be resting."

"Aye, but I can sit down and yell at you at the same time," Parsley chuckled, "I do it with all my own children, what makes you any different?"

Lyaella gave her a very distinct and brooding face, "I'm a princess, that's the difference."

"You are, but I'm your elder, and your parents told me when you are under my care I can treat you however I please," Parsley pulled Lyaella closer to her, making the ten-year-old groan annoyingly, "Now, my dear princess, let us see how your swing has improved."

Hours later Lyaella found herself outside in the snow using a wooden sparring sword to practice with a little ginger boy. Off to their right is Parsley sitting on a bench. On one side of her sits Ned and Valyria. On the other sit a girl of five, a boy of four and twin girls who are just about three years old. Sage, Krause, and the twins Sabina and Annora all belonged to Parsley. Little Sage was born only a few days before Valyria, and since Daenerys was sick it was Parsley who took care of her when their own mother couldn't. Since then, Parsley had moved to Snowhome, and helped raised the Targaryen children from time to time.

"Lyaella you aren't moving your feet enough," Parsley instructed from where she sat, "Aiden lift your head or the princess is going to break your nose!"

Aiden Giantsbane was now eleven-years-old and spent most of his time between Wolvesden and Widow's Keep. The young ginger boy was tall for his age and would be sent often to stay with his aunt in hopes he could spend more time with his father. Usually, he would just end up spending his time training with Lyaella.

With a smirk on his face, Aiden managed to trip Lyaella with his foot and the princess tumbled to the ground. "Little faster next time, alright, dragon girl?" Aiden smiled as he holds his wooden sword pointed at Lyaella's neck. His smile agitated her, and Lyaella smacked the sword out of her face. While Aiden is busy staring at Lyaella, Ned and Valyria run over and jump on top of him.

Parsley starts to laugh, but Lyaella isn't very impressed by her little siblings coming to her rescue. "Wonderful, you two!" Parsley clapped and Ned and Valyria giggled back to their seats, "You need to keep your guard up, Aiden, the dragon has three heads, you know!"

Aiden tried to help Lyaella up but she smacked his hand away as she looked to Parsley, "What do you know about dragons?"

"I know that they are fighters," Parsley replied as she rubbed her belly, "And they don't give up so easily."

"Have you ever seen a dragon before, Aunt Parsley?" Aiden asked her as they both approached his aunt.

Parsley smiled and nodded yes, "I have, sweet child, a long time ago."

"I've seen the dragon before," Lyaella told them as she glanced between Aiden and Parsley.

"I remember," Parsley replied, "I believe you snuck out on your fifth name day just so you could follow your parents out of the castle," The kids giggled and Parsley smirked, "Do you remember him?"

"Yes," Lyaella replied, and she could Aiden was unimpressed with her experience, "He was bigger than any building I've ever seen, even bigger than Wolvesden. He tried to kill me…"

Aiden scoffed at Lyaella's story, "You've never seen a dragon."

"I have!" Lyaella snapped back at him, "Mum says Drogon is my brother. One day I might even ride him!"

"Sure," Aiden replied mockingly, "And one day I'll be King Beyond the Wall."

"You can't be a King, your just a boy!" Lyaella argued.

"Alright, you two that's enough!" Parsley raised her voice so she knew both of them were listening to her, "If you're going to fight let it be with your swords, not your tongues," Lyaella and Aiden stared at each other in confusion then back to Parsley, "Well, go on then!"

A few months after Valyria is born, Lyaella had gone to visit the new baby on her own. There was no one else in the room as she approached the little bassinet which her baby sister laid. As Lyaella looks upon Valyria she can feel a fire in her grow. Suddenly, she is full of a lot of pent up anger. She was mad that her mother was sick, and it was all because of her new sister. In a moment of rage, Lyaella decides to sacrifice her sister in hopes that her mom gets better. Taking a nearby candle, Lyaella tries putting it to the baby's skin to burn her. As the flames touch Valyria, Lyaella is hit with a revelation. Valyria is like her and cannot burn. At that moment, Lyaella realized what she did was wrong and stupid. Now full of resentment, she put the candle back as quickly as she could and never told a soul of what she had done.

Later that night, Lyaella got some alone time with her mother right before bed. She sat before a little vanity in her room as Daenerys brushed her hair for her, "How did you and father become King and Queen?"

Daenerys smiled softly as she answered Lyaella's questions, "The Freefolk chose your Father, and then he chose me."

Lyaella thought about her next question for a moment before she looked back to asked it to her mother, "Will I have to marry someone to be King one day?"

Daenerys chuckled softly shaking her head no as her daughter turned her head back, "Not if you don't want to, my love. Your aunt is Queen and has no intention of taking a husband."

Lyaella's reply was almost immediately after, "But then she can't have babies."

"Your Aunt Sansa is more than fine with not having children," Daenerys explained to her eldest, "It's just not something she desires. Not every woman wants to be a mother, and that's okay."

"I don't want children, either," Lyaella told her mother, "Nothing good comes out of having a baby."

Daenerys laughs at her daughters' remark, not sure where her daughter was getting at, "What makes you think that?" She asked her, "Having children was the best thing that ever happened to me. Whether it was you three, or my dragons, I wouldn't trade any of you for the world."

"Women can die while having babies. Your mother did, and so did Fathers," Lyaella eyes drifted away sadly as she spoke, "You almost died when you had Valyria…"

"I'm still here, Lyaella, it's all in the past," Daenerys put the brush down and turned Lyaella around to face her. When she wouldn't look her in the eyes, Daenerys lifted Lyaella's chin so she could, "Also, I'm more than certain that neither my mother or your Father's regretted giving their lives for ours. Mothers put their children's lives first, before all things."

Lyaella's eyes started to water, "Do you ever regret any of us?"

Daenerys smiles softly as she pulled Lyaella close to her, kissing her on the cheek, "No, my sweet, and I never will."