So I've decided that I can't always stick 100% to my schedule. I really want to give you guys quality over quantity with these chapters. I promise to still post as much as I can, but you might not always get 5 chapters a week. That being said I promise to try to make them longer to make up for it, and make sure that I really put as much detail as I can into every chapter I do from now on.

Daenerys couldn't sleep at Winterfell, she never could. Something about these walls taunted her and kept her up at night. It's like they knew all her dirty secrets and she couldn't stand it. Jon slept like a baby, she knew spending the night here must have brought him a sense of comfort and nostalgia. She was woken up for the fifth time that night by the sound of Ghost whining at the door.

"Jon, wake up he wants to come in," Daenerys shoved her husband a bit trying to wake him up but all he did was groan and rollover. Aggravated, Daenery got up, threw on a thicker robe and headed to the door to let the direwolf in. She yawned as she opened the door to let Ghost in, not noticing his face at first, "In you go, boy-" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw that the massive white direwolves face was covered in blood. Daenerys knew that Ghost usually slept with Ned, but none of the kids were around. Without skipping a beat, her head turned back and she yelled to her husband, "Jon!"

Jon jumped up out of bed to the sound of Daenerys screaming and immediately noticed the bloody direwolf, "Ghost?" He jumped out of bed and got dressed as quick as he could, "Daenerys, check the children!" Daenerys nodded and ran out of the room, the direwolf following her away.

By the time Jon was fully dressed and all he needed to do left was fasten his sword belt Daenerys had returned; her face red and hysterical, "They're gone… and there's a body…"

Jon rushed over to Daenery, cupping her face so he knew she was listening, "Wake my sister, tell her what happened. I'll grab Tormund and Grey Worm."

Daenerys followed him out of the room, turning back to yell at him as he ran down the opposite hall, "Find them, Jon!"

They searched for over an hour, combing the entire stronghold for his children. He checked every nook and cranny, even sending men to check the outskirts of the castle. There were no signs of his children. The snow had doubled in inches by the time they noticed they were gone, that any tracks they might have left behind were gone. With the storm making it hard for them to see what was going on, Jon was trying desperately not to panic. He hadn't felt this much anxiety since his first day back Beyond the Wall.

"There is no way those kids got far in this fucking snow," Tormund explained to Jon, "They have to be in these walls."

Sansa and Daenerys approached them, both looking pale and tired from running around in the cold, "Anything?"

Jon and Tormund looked their way both with the same exhausted looks on their faces. Tormund sighed heavily and shook his head no, making Daenerys start to panic. Sansa took her sisters-in-law's hand and held it tight, "We are going to find them, I promise."

"Your Grace!" One of her men yelled as he approached them, "The Crypt's doors are open!"

Jon and Sansa shared a glance and rushed off to the crypt with the others right behind them. With his sword drawn, Jon entered the crypt first. Going down the stairs slowly, and being careful as he walked its halls. As the five of them slowly crept through the crypt they all picked up the same rotten stench getting stronger. Sansa was the first to ask about it, "What is that smell?"

Daenerys took a deep breath, the smell being unsettlingly familiar, "Burning flesh." They continued into the crypt until they found the source of the smell. A dead, burnt body lying on the floor; and not far away from him four children cuddled up together, "Oh gods!" Daenerys and Jon rushed over to the children, who were all curled up together and fast asleep. Lyaella was in the middle, Valyria cuddled against her underneath her cloak, and on the opposite side was Ned and Kattra who slept hand in hand. Daenerys put her hand on Lyaella's cheek, which immediately woke her eldest up, "Morning, my love."

"Mum," Lyaella smiled she went to get up and hug her but then she remembers her sister cuddled up on her. She looked down to Valyria, then back up to her mother, "She's naked, I can't get up."

"Naked?" Daenerys asked, "Where are her clothes?"

"They burned off," Lyaella turned and pointed at the burnt body, "When she saved us."

Daenerys smiled, opening her robe so that she could pick up her youngest and hide her in her inside. Valyria woke up for only a moment as Daenerys cuddled her close, "Hi, Mother…" Daenerys teared up, kissing Valyria over and over on her head. Her babies were okay.

Jon shook Ned and Kattra awake, both of them staying hand in hand as they rose. With a wide smile on his face, Jon ruffled his son's head and got down to his knees to talk to him, "Are you two alright?"

Ned looked sad as he rubbed his tired eyes, "We forgot our swords."

"But you still protected each other, that's all that matters." Jon smiled as he looked at Kattra, "As long as this family is safe."

"Let's get them all back to the Great Hall," Sansa told her brother as she held out both of her hands for Ned and Kattra to grab, "Get them something warm to eat."

Jon nodded okay, watching as Daenerys and Sansa let the kids back out of the crypt. He turned back to where they once laid. Realizing that his children had spent the night under the watchful eye of his mother, Jon couldn't help but tear up. Lyanna Stark had protected her grandchildren that night without even knowing it. Jon let out sighed, grateful that the stress was now gone from his chest. The feeling didn't last, however, and moments later Tormund approached him with a dagger in his hand.

"You seeing this," Tormund said getting Jon's attention. Jon looked back at Tormund to see that he was holding a rather fancy dagger in his hand. After a few moments, Jon felt like he had recognized the dagger from somewhere else, "Do you know what this is?"

"A rich man's weapon," Grey Worm answered as he approached them, taking the weapon from his hand to inspect it himself.

"That's not any rich man's dagger, my cockless friend," Tormund told him as he glanced between Grey Worm and Jon, "That's the King's weapon."

"Raven King sent the assassins?" Grey Worm looked at Jon as he passed him the dagger.

As Jon stared at the dagger closer it started to become more and more familiar. From its black and gold hilt, its curved dark black and the single red gem that sat in its- "This is Arya's valyrian steel dagger… she killed the Night King with this."

Tormund looked at Jon with a pissed look on his face, "Then how the hell did it end up in the hands of an assassin?"

There was a court held a few days after the assassination attempt on the Targaryen children. Lords and other well-respected Bannermen who served under Sansa rode in to talk about the attack that happened on Northern soil. Everyone in the room had tensions on high, trying to figure out what should happen next. Sansa sat on her wooden direwolf throne as she listened to her brother speak; the valyrian steel dagger in her hands.

"There is no way Arya had any part of this, that is the only thing that is certain. But we must consider the idea that our brother must have stolen this dagger from her and sent men down beyond your borders to come and kill my children. While they were here, in these walls; walls built by our ancestors," Jon ranted as he spoke to the Bannermen, "My youngest is only five years old, and he did not hesitate to try and slit her throat while she slept. How can any of us be safe if he is willing to step so low as to do something that once almost done to him?"

"Bran was once almost murdered with this weapon, the same weapon our sister used to kill the Night King years later. This act of treason, this weapon on its own… it's all a sign," Sansa sighed as she passed the dagger to one of her men on her left; the man bringing it over to Jon, "My brother and his family believe that Night King has returned, and I think they are right." The entire room gasped, with arguing and whispers filling the air. Most of the men bickered amongst themselves, though some did call our their questions and complaints.

"How can we know for sure?"

"Why does the Night King want the Targaryens dead?"

"Will we go to war?"

"Your Grace," From the crowd rose Cley Cerwyn, Lord of one of the noble houses loyal to Sansa, "I speak for my house and many others when I say why are we fighting Targaryen battles for them? Jon is King Beyond the Wall; this problem belongs to the Freekfolk, not us Northerners."

"We are all Northerners, in the end, Lord Cley, it doesn't matter what side of the Wall we live on," Jon explained to the Northern Lord, "Do you think if Bran sends men over your borders that they will just cross without first causing chaos? A man sick enough to kill children isn't going to pass up the chance to raid your small towns and rape your women while on his journey."

"Your wife once killed innocent children," a voice in the crowd called out getting everyone riled up once more. Daenerys tried to put a hand on Jon to relax him but he was clearly fuming, his Targaryen roots showing at the moment.

"Enough!" Sansa growled as she slammed down on the armrest of her throne, getting the room's attention, "This is a new time for all of us, and I will not continue to linger on the mistakes of the past. Regardless of how anyone feels, I promised Jon and Daenerys I would protect this family at all cost and I will not take back my promise now that it's time to fulfill it," Sansa exclaimed in frustration as she rose from her chair, "An attack on House Targaryen is an attack on all of us and our future as our own independent Kingdoms. Did you really think if Bran forces Jon bend the knee that we aren't next?"

"We have all prospered on the success of each other's growing Kingdoms," Jon added to his sister's defenses, "If one of us falls you can bet the other will fall as well."

"The Raven King has made it clear: he fears rebellion. Why else would he attack mine and Jons' children if he didn't think that one day they would rise against him? We've done nothing but try to live in peace but still, he attacks us," Daenerys took the dagger from Jon's hands and stared at it as she spoke, "I don't want war… I've had enough of it and the senseless violence that it brings, but if he continues to try to strike my family I will not hesitate to strike back."

As the adults argued inside, the Targaryen children played together in their parent's bedroom. They weren't alone, of course, with at least 5 other Stark guards keeping watch in the hall outside of the room and Grey Worm no more than a couple of feet away watching them from inside. Valyria was staring out the window looking, watching the world go on around her and not really paying attention to her siblings and Kattra. She had felt rather strange since her family arrived at Winterfell, she wasn't sure what it was but it felt like something was calling her. In her mind, she could see shadows of the dead dancing around the grounds as a past she didn't know played in her memory.

"Valyria," Lyaella put her hand on her sister's shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"This place makes me sad," Valyria told her sister, the five-year-old not sure on how to express her emotions, "But not because of the man from yesterday, there's something else…"

"Lord Grey, didn't something terrible happened here years ago? Aunt Sansa was going to tell me about it but she never got the chance," Lyaella told him, secretly lying. She too knew something bad happened here once, but her aunt had told Lyaella she had to wait until she was older to find out the truth. Whatever it was, it was not a story for children.

Grey Worm walked over to the window and looked outside along with Lyaella and Valyria, "Terrible war happened here, princess. They called it 'The Long Night'. When men rose from the dead and tried to kill other men, but your Aunt Arya kill the Dead King and the Long Night ended."

"Did she kill him here in Winterfell?" Lyaella asked as she turned to face Grey Worm.

Valyria turned her head in a similar fashion, "Can you show us, Lord Grey?"

"Your Mother tells me you must stay here, inside where you are safe," Grey Worm looked at both girls and sighed as both of them gave him sad faces. As hard of a man as he was, his heart always softened around the princesses, "Fine, I take you but not for long."

"Yes!" Lyaella ran to grab her cloak, turning to her brother and Kattra while she put it around her, "Are you two coming?"

Ned looked up from where he was sitting down talking to Kattra, "Where are we going?"

"To find the secrets of Winterfell," Valyria explained as she walked over to join her sister getting ready.

Grey Worm led the four children outside, all of them trailing behind him as they walked through the thick snow. A lot of snow had been stomped down but there was still a thick layer, and though Grey Worm had no trouble walking though it did cause the kids to struggle a bit. As they walked along and talked about their excitement, Valyria trailed behind. Where others saw a beautiful winter's day, Valyria saw something completely different. The snowy blanket that covered the ground was drenched in blood and the stench of the dead was in the air. She could see men fighting, men she had never even seen before. At one point she could have sworn she saw her father hiding from what she could only describe as an icy blue dragon. Next thing she knew they were in the Godswood, and suddenly, the visions had stopped.

"Valyria," Ned called for his sister, "Are you alright?"

"What is that?" The youngest Targaryen asked as she pointed to the large, white tree in the middle of the garden.

"Aunt Sansa said it's called a weirwood tree," Lyaella explained as she watched her sister approach it slowly, "She told me she prays to the old Gods in front of this tree, so they can talk to our late family for her."

As Valyria got closer, the other voices in the garden seemed to fade away. Once she reached the tree Valyria put her hands up to touch it, something about calling to her. The moment her hands met the wood her eyes rolled back and out of nowhere she felt like she was dreaming again, except she knew she was awake. When she turned around everyone was gone, and all she could see was darkness and snow.

"You found me on your own," The familiar voice called out to her, "Good, I'm impressed," It had been a good while since they spoke, "I'm sorry I had to stay away... it's not safe if we meet too often."

"What is your name?" Valyria asked the voice, "Why can't I see you?"

From the shadows came a man who sort of reminded her of her aunt's but she knew she had never met before, "My name is Brandon Stark, but you can call me Uncle Bran," He smiled as stared at Valyria, "Your father is my brother."

"You're the Raven King, aren't you?" Valyria asked him confused.

"Almost," Bran explained, "He and I… we aren't quite the same person anymore."

Valyria stepped a little closer, "How can I see you?"

Bran took a step back, "We have to keep our distance, I don't want him to realize you've reached out to us."

"Who?" Valyria questioned with a puzzled face, "The Ice Man?"

"Yes," Bran smiled softly, "I don't want him to hurt you, so we must always keep our distance."

"I don't understand why. I thought this was a dream," Valyria told her uncle as she looked around at her surroundings.

"So did I, once, but this place is so much more dangerous than it seems," Bran sighed, looking down as he rubbed his right forearm, "Never speak my name to anyone, Valyria; I can't help you if he finds me."

Valyria tilted her head in confusion, "Help me with what?"

Bran smirked as he let his arm go and lifted his head, "Help you kill him."