I'm sorry this chapter is late, my mind is just all over the place lately. Also if this chapter doesn't make sense let me know, I was having a hard time finding my words while writing this so if I need to go back and fix things lemme know!

The following morning Daenerys and Jon explained to Lyaella she would be spending the next several months with her aunt in Winterfell and their daughter was over the moon. In less than an hour after being told about her trip, Lyaella was ready to leave with her aunt. It was decided that Grey Worm should accompany Lyaella South because that was the only way Daenerys would go along with Jon and Sansa's plan. Though wary about how the South would treat him, Sansa agreed to Daenerys' terms. Lyaella said goodbye to everyone, except of course Valyria, and before they knew it their daughter had left with Grey Worm and Sansa back South. The following months after she was gone went by slow for Daenerys, but to her surprise, Sansa would send a messenger every month with an update on Lyaella. According to Sansa, Lyaella was absolutely loving her time with her aunt and learning about the other side of her family. In the end, sending her South was truly perfect timing because 3 months after she was gone Daenerys and Jon received word that Lord Tyrion was on their way to visit them; just as he promised Jon ten years ago.

Daenerys was sitting down with her children in the great hall, her voice stern and cautious as she spoke, "Listen to me very carefully children, we have a very special visitor coming this week. I need you three to be very wary of what you say in front of him."

"Who's coming to visit, Mother?" Ned was the first to ask.

Before Daenerys could answer, Valyria spoke for her. Her youngest staring down at her fiddling finger on the table as she replied, "The Raven's friend."

Daenerys was taken aback by Valyria's response. She wasn't wrong at all, and that's what frightened her the most, "How did you know that, my love?"

"He told me last night, in my dream," Valyria replied, still innocently staring at her hands.

Daenerys sat back in shock, her hands over her mouth. Kinvara was right, Bran was using her daughter as a looking glass into their Kingdom. Daenerys sat forward again after a few moments of silence, reaching out for Valyria's hand so she knows her young daughter is paying attention to her, "What else has the Raven told you?"

"His friend has a secret," Valyria explained, "One that would make Mother and Father very angry. So he won't tell you, or anyone. His secret is very precious to him."

"Did he tell you his secret?" Ned asked, now interested in whatever was going on between his sister and mother.

Valyria looked to her brother and shook his head no, "He couldn't tell me, he said the Ice Man was listening too. Ice Man is always listening."

Before anything else could be said they could all hear the blow of the horn from outside, letting them know that their visitor had arrived. Seconds after the horn blew, Kattra came running in from outside. She looked tired and was panting, letting them know she had been running, "Your Grace…"

"How many ride with him, Kattra?" Daenerys as the young girl.

Kattra took a deep breath before replying, "He's the only one, My Queen."

Daenerys rose from her seat, "Go to your rooms children, and Kattra please go get my husband."

"Of course, My Queen."

"Thank you for letting me visit your home, Your Grace," Tyrion told Daenerys as they waited for Jon to arrive. To her left was Davos, and to her right was Kristof, "You all have done… excellent work up here. I could have never imagined finding such a large and thriving Kingdom up here."

"So what did you expect to find, Lord Tyrion?" Daenerys asked him.

Tyrion chuckled to himself taking a step closer, "Your husband looking absolutely miserable brooding at the top of the Wall, to be honest," Tyrion looked around the hall, which had been beautifully decorated with both royal houses in mind with gifts sent from the other side of the Narrow Sea, "I still find it hard to believe that you are here."

"I know that you've come here to do more than just compliment me on my resurrection," Daenerys replied in frustration.

"No, I believe there was something about pissing over the edge of the world," All heads turned as Jon came marching into the room, Tormund not far behind him. For a slight moment, Tyrion thought he was staring at his late father Lord Eddard Stark. Something about the way he walked was really what reminded him of his father. There was a good mix of Stark and Targaryen in Jon, and it was much more visible now in his mid-thirties than when he was a young man. Jon's hair had grown quite a bit over the last ten years, now reaching below his shoulders, and though it was very curly it made him look more Targaryen than ever, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, My Lord, but it seems that the world no longer ends at the Wall."

"Of course, no need to worry," Tyrion looked at Jon with a smile on his face, "It's a pleasant surprise to see that the world does carry on out here. You're quite the King, Jon."

Jon sat down on his throne next to his wife as he shook his head no, "My wife is the real ruler around here, I just do what she tells me." Jon looked over to Daenerys and winked, making his wife roll her eyes at him

Daenerys looked back to Tyrion with hands clasped on her lap, "My Lord, what did we do to warrant such a… gracious visit."

Tyrion smiled, knowing that the kindness they were both trying hard to display must have been hard from them, "Ah yes, of course. Well I promised a visit to Jo-" he paused before he held his finger out to correct himself, "King Jon that I would come to visit him in ten years, and it had been that long now so…"

"You've changed, My Lord," Daenerys told him as she cut him off.

Tyrion looked at her confused, "Have I?"

Daenerys smirked, "Yes, for a man who was known to never shut up now it seems you have a hard time finding your words."

"Last time we saw you, it seemed you had a lot you wanted to discuss with us," Jon told him sat forward in his throne, "We'll you are here now, and ready to listen if you are ready to talk."

Before Tyrion spoke anything they could hear the sound of multiple footsteps running their way. From down one of the halls leading in the room came Valyria, with Little Ned and Kattra behind her. They could the kids screaming Valyria's name as they entered the room; all three came running in after each other. All of them came to a full stopped at the sight of Tyrion with a mix of confused and stunned faces. None of them had seen a dwarf before this moment, and no one knew how to react to him.

"Mother, is your visitor a little boy?" Ned asked first, staring at Tyrion in fascination.

Kattra hit him in the shoulder, "That's not a boy, he has gray hair!"

"He's the Hand that holds the Raven," Valyria explained to the others as she stepped closer to Tyrion as her words had everyone in a halt. She approached the older man until they were just an arms reach away, "You've come North to warn us about the Ice Man."

Tyrion smiled softly at the youngest Targaryen, "You must be Valyria," Tyrion chuckled as bowed to the little princess, inspecting her with his eyes as he rose, "You are the spitting image of your father."

"Do you know about the Ice Man, Lord Hand?" Valyria asked; her voice calm but the look in her eyes full of excitement.

"Yes, I do and it's why I came here. What do you know about him?" Tyrion's question causes Valyria to glance past him at her parents.

She looks for a look of approval before she answers him, "The Ice Man wants my family dead. Mother, Father, my sister, and my brothers. He thinks we are a threat."

"Your brothers?" Tyrion asked confused, only seeing little Ned.

Daenerys replied from her seat, "Drogon is my son as well, or have you forgotten?"

"No I haven't," Tyrion glanced behind him at Daenerys then looked back to Valyria, "Who told you these things, my dear?"

"I can't tell you, or the Ice Man will find him," Valyria explained with such innocence, "He visits me in my dreams, but he can't stay for long. The Ice Man will be mad if he finds out he's helping me. He doesn't want my family to die."

Tyrion looked back at Jon and Daenerys with a confused look on his face and Jon cleared up what his daughter just told them, "We think she's warging and seeing someone while she sleeps." Jon is careful not to tell Tyrion exactly who it is he believes his daughter is seeing.

"To be a Warg means she can control animals and see as they do, but I think what's going on with your daughter is much, much different," Tyrion told them, "I'm no expert on the matter, but your brother and Sam have both explained it to me before. I believe what your youngest is experiencing is called Greensight. I could be wrong but all the signs seem there."

"So are you saying that Valyria can see the future?" Davos asked confused.

"I don't know," Tyrion replied as he turned back to Valyria, "Have you ever dreamt about anyone else? Or is it the same person every time?"

Valyria shook her head no. Jon and Daenerys rose to their feet both of them approaching their daughter. Jon lifted the little girl into his arms and held her close, and Daenerys stood near her soon, holding by the back of his head near her body. "I think there is something much darker going on below the surface," Daenerys told the others.

"Yes," Jon agreed with her, "And unfortunately the only person who might be able to explain it to us is the one who wants us all dead."

"What do suggest we do?" Daenerys asked as she looked to Tyrion.

Tyrion sighed, his eyes lingering Jon and Valyria, "If she is something else, and there is something much bigger going on here than you need to get a hold on it. I'm sure that competition is not something that he's looking forward to."

"Do you think Bran is the new Night King?" Jon asked him bluntly.

Tyrion made face looked anxious as he bit the inside of his lip, "Your brother... he seems to be lost in his mind more than usual. Some people have even whispered rumors about him talking to himself; speaking about ridding the world of fire. He's become obsessed with ending the Targaryen line as well as killing Drogon... So do I think that the Night King is back?" Tyrion sighed heavy as he replied, "Yes."