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"Jojen come here" I call from my place on the bridge connecting two of the towers of the floating castle. The boy was my physical age which surprised me because I always thought he was younger than Sansa. Meera was more of a surprise as she is older than me by two years. She was currently off chasing after her older cousins who were hunting lizard-lions. She was more rowdy than her brother who preferred to watch as others went by on their day to day lives. I enjoyed his company the most being the lazy girl that I am.

Well not as much as I enjoy Cregon's company. Speaking to him was always great because he always treated me like someone his age which I am. Plus, I enjoyed watching him warg into his lizard. It was a small yellow one that fit in the palm of my hand which he was currently in.

"What are you doing?" he asks anounciating every word carefully. I have to say Jojen is very mature for his age unlike his sister who is always full of energy looking ready to play and whose speech was barely understandable.

"Trying to see if I could warg." I answer his question.

"You can not."

I glare at the boy. "and how would you know?"

"I do not know."

"What you saw, dreamt it? Are you seeing the future and not telling me?" I play knowing he can. Him being a greenseer and all. Well he should be if I remember clearly.

"I can't see the future. Not anymore."

I frown, "what do you mean?"

He smiles in the distance before turning to me. "My dreams are peaceful now"

I feel my face produce a slightly awkward smile one filled with confusion. "Okaaay."

I lean my head on his shoulder and take a breath and exhale. I raise my hand at eye level and I watch the lizard crawl around my hand exploring before finding a spot and freezing. I feel Jojen's pudgy hand clasp my other one and resting his head on top of mine. He, unlike me, is watching the people below us going about their day.

My thoughts turn to other things such as the war my father is currently in and if it was going to end any time soon before a year passes. I'm not completely sure how long a war lasts and I honestly wish communication was better but they are what they are. I also think about Catelyn and the letters she has sent to me. My heart twists in guilt ever since I got the first one. It was filled with joy at knowing I'm alive but it was also filled with apologies. Apologies that should be from me to her instead of the other way. She is not the one failing here. I thought about apologizing to her but thought better of it and decided to wait to do it in person. Despite my dislike of Catelyn it was wrong of me to cause her the pain I did. No mother should experience the loss of a child.

An image of my original mother flashes before my eyes and I remember the day my brother went missing. I bite my lip and another wave of guilt washes over me.

"Look," Jojen's voice distracts me from my thoughts. His hand that isn't holding mine, instead it's pointing in the distance. I look in that direction and squint hoping to see what he does. A small boat used by the crannogmen is slowly wading through the water making its way towards the moving castle. I try to look at the occupants wondering what was special about this that he decided to point it out. There were three men, two clearly crannogmen and one was a man in leather and black cloak, his hood up. He had a full beard. He pulls his hood down revealing his eyes. Suddenly I knew who it was despite the distance and the beard. I smile in exuberant joy before leaping up jostling Jojen and the bridge. I give a cry of joy before making my way to the entrance of the keep.

As I got closer to Greywater Watch I marveled at its existence. A great castle built on different crannog all connected by bridges. How this keep can maintain a sound structure is beyond me. I heard a shout distracting me.

"Daddy!"

Sansa was waiting for me at the edge of the castle entrance. I smile seeing her in better health than I left her. Her cheeks were once more chubby and had a healthy red glow. Her hair had grown to her shoulders in different lengths and she was dressed in a green dress that was short enough to see her booted feet. She was jumping on her toes in anticipation. The scene reminds me of another one I had seen of a different girl who was the same excitement as she currently was. Waiting in anticipation in a line for a chance to go on a...well I have yet to know what it was. As the boat sways to a stop near the entrance my daughter, not being able to hold herself much longer, pounces at me ignoring all safety which I can not help but laugh at.

"I missed you, I missed you, I missed you and I love you," she says in a fast pace barely breathing. I laugh in joy hugging her tighter to me.

"I missed you as well. How did you behave for the Reeds?"

"Like the perfect guest"

"That's a lie." my daughter turns to the direction of Cregon.

"Lies. I was the perfect guest."

The boy chooses to ignore my daughter. "Lord Stark, a pleasure to see you again I am at your call while you are here." he kneels before me before standing once more. "Lady Reed is on her way but was distracted with another matter and Lord Howland is currently at Moat Cailin overseeing it."

"I see that is fine thank you Cregon." We made our way into the castle Cregon asking about how the war went and if I saw any future trouble from them. I told him no as the last living heir of Greyjoy and his second daughter were being kept hostage. I felt my daughter who up til now had been focused on my beard perk up looking wide eyed at me.

"Second daughter?"

I look at her wondering at her confusion and shock. "Yes Balon Greyjoy had three sons and two daughters. Two of his sons died but his last one will be held hostage to keep Balon from rebelling again."

"Oh okay and you will be keeping him." she asks. I frown at her question wondering what gave her the idea.

"No Stannis Baratheon, the king's brother will."

"What?" my daughter's voice squeaks. She is frozen in shock and panicking. "Why Stannis? Why not you?" I look at her in confusion trying to see why she would panic at the information and why she thought I should be the one to take the hostage. Not that Robert hadn't tried to give him to me but I convinced him I should take the daughter, my reason being more a selfish one and hoping that Sansa could have another female companion close to her station.

"Because I took the daughter."

"Why the daughter? Why take a girl at all? She is not likely to inherit anything? In fact I really doubt the man will care enough about her to not attack."

"No she would not inherit anything. That's why Stannis took his last heir and I thought it best to take her. Just in case he does care." I tell her slowly.

"Why not the oldest?"

"Because she is close to her majority and her sister just turned five so my influence on her will be far greater." I tell her. "Plus I thought it would be good to have a girl close to your age at Winterfell who like you isn't bound to duties around the keep."

"What about Jeyne? She gives me great company." I look at her counting in my hand the number of times I've seen her spend with the other child.

"One more wont hurt."

"But…"

"What are you worried about Sansa?" Cregon asks just as confused as me about her questioning and strange fear. Sansa turns to him and glares annoyed at having been questioned over her worry which she clearly didn't want anyone to know about.

"I'm not worried, just curious. I'm sure I would enjoy her company daddy. What's her name and where is she?" she quickly denies changing the subject to come off more curious and intrigued. I play along not wanting to discuss her worries in front of others.

"I sent her ahead to Moat Cailin and her name is Asha. You'll get along; you are both very blunt. Her bluntness leans to being more crude but I'm sure we can fix that with time."

"Daddy just cause one likes to be blunt does not mean we like being surrounded by other blunt people."

"I was under the impression you like honest people" came Cregons input.

"You shut up I'm not talking to you." Sansa glares at the young sandy haired man. He just chuckles and sticks his tongue out.

"Come now Sansa settle down." she takes a breath and releases it burrowing herself into my chest as if trying to block out the world which she found just a little more confusing. It wasn't long after we bumped it Lady Reed who was making her way towards me with an entourage of men and women.

"Lord Stark"

"Lady Reed"

"Jyana, please. Greywater watch is yours. The short voluptuous woman with long light brown hair kneels before me and bows the people behind her doing the same. I am then presented bread and drink by another woman. I take the offering.

"Thank you Jyana. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"And I you my lord"

After that I was shown to a room where I could freshen up before eating dinner.

"So how was my daughter? Well behaved I hope." I ask later after putting Sansa to bed and Cregon showed me the way to Lady Reed.

"Yes but…" she starts but pauses biting her lip as if questioning whether to continue or not.

"But…" I prompt her.

"Well I was thinking whether you want to hear it from me or Howland."

"You would be fine."

"Your daughter woke up two days after arriving here at first she was too weak to move but after some slow relearning she was running around. My own children accompany her but it was my Jojen who truly became her companion along with Cregon who my husband had assigned to her as a guardian and watcher.

"It was during one of her many explorations with Jojen that something occurred. Jojen has been suffering from attacks; it all started when he suffered from greywater fever about a year and half ago. Well an episode happened in front of Sansa. Surprisingly she handled it with confidence and even had the right idea to put something in his mouth.

"It was one of the rare moments they were able to lose Cregon." She pauses as if trying to gather all she knows and put it into words. "We found them with Sansa holding Jojen loosely just whispering and praying out loud. We then put Jojen to bed to rest as there wasn't much we could do but your daughter didn't want to leave his side and went to him that night. The next day Jojen was better. Better than he ever was after such an episode."

"What does that have to do with Sansa? That seems to be a good deed on her part." I asked, confused as to the problem. She signs looking away and to the small fire at the side of her desk held within a small basin perched on a metal stand.

"We believe that Jojen had become a greenseer after the greywater fever. It is most common to become one. After his fever he started to have attacks within any given time and every night he would wake up screaming thinking he was dying. But after that day it all changed he no longer had those episodes and he no longer seemed to be burdened with knowledge. My son was back to being happy and not as sullen as before." Here she smiled a small relieved one belaying happiness but then it turned worried. "It was a month later when Jojen had gone on without any nightmares and attacks that people began to notice a change and started talking. Rumors were spreading that it was Lady Sansa doing. Of course nobody really believed the rumor and that it was probably coincidence. It all changed when one of my cousin's babies took sick and the healer didn't give them long in this world so she prayed and when that didn't work she went to your daughter as a last resort. Your daughter was confused of course not understanding why my cousin wanted her to heal her daughter. When my cousin asked her to help her the way she did Jojen Sansa said all she did for Jojen was pray. She then proceeded to demand to do just that. She did, confused as she was. She prayed but she prayed to just one god."

"One god? Was it one of the Seven? The Stranger perhaps?"

"No it was a singular god and he had no name. The most notable things that were heard was that he was all powerful and if his will allowed it the child would live. The next morning the child was no longer sick and was cheerfully babbling her mother awake."

"Were you with her when this happened?" I asked, wondering how she got all the details.

"No Cregon had been warging at the time and his familiar was with Sansa. That is not the important part; the problem is what this could mean for Sansa. You have to understand that those who live here in the neck believe in the old gods. There are those who may take this as a threat. A god who is answering prayers when the old gods have been lacking in the area. It would mean the conversion of people's faith. The old gods would be losing followers should this get out." She gets up from her seat in worry beginning to pace back and forth.

"Has it happened more than just these two occasions?"

"Yes"

"And what are Sansa's thoughts on this?"

"Nothing a lot of confusion when people come and ask her to pray for one thing or another. We have been keeping most of the people she prays for away from her at Howlands orders. We don't want her to get scared . As it's clear she hadn't really expected an answer or results from her prayers."

"She would become frightened at the thought people were depending on her. What about rumors?"

"We've forbade all those who come for prayers to speak of it. Thankfully it's only been family members who've come. I fear what would happen if those who don't have an open mind towards other religions would do."

"She would be persecuted especially by those of the Seven."

"Yes history shows quite the disfavor for other religions. Even the old gods have shown to be against other religions. Even now the relationship between the Seven and Old Gods is strained." We stay in silence contemplating what this all could mean and what troubles it could bring in the future.

"Howland sent a raven today." she interrupts the silence going to the desk searching for a letter amongst the papers laying upon it. "While you were at war he was investigating the site. He found a tunnel that connected to the Moat. So of course he went about the process of finding workers to come and clear the ruins in order to start the restoration."

"Yes I heard. The King questioned me about it."

"Did he? What did you say?" she pauses for a second in her search looking up at me sharply with green eyes.

"I told him that it became clear that a fully functional keep was needed in the area in case an unexpected situation such as the one that happened with Sansa ever occurred."

"That's a good answer. Safe." I look at her wondering at her need for secrecy over the rebuilding of the Moat.

"What are we restoring the Moat for? I did not think much of Howlands desire to rebuild it but now with the way you seem 'as if necessary' I question it."

"Some of our greenseers have come to us with disturbing tales they see something is coming they don't know what but it's clear from their ramblings that it will involve the North. The North will be at the center of it. Howland just wants to be prepared and at present anyone that does not have the interest of the North as a priority is a possible threat. Which in most cases is the entirety of the South. That's why he wants to rebuild the Moat; it will add protection to the North from the South." she says while continuing her search.

I frown at this because a threat from the South seemed unfound. Robert was my friend. I've known him since I was a boy. I am the brother he chose so he often says to me. Despite the way we parted after the Rebellion we joined again as if nothing happened.

On his part.

Events at the end of the rebellion flash through my mind. Seeing the body of those children was difficult having them be presented as if a gift by Tywin was sickening and seeing Robert chuckling and spitting on their corpse was angering.

I felt fear when I was walking away from Starfall when I finally processed enough to understand that my sister was dead and she had married Rhaegar and she gave birth to a son. A legitimate heir to the Iron Throne. Someone who was a threat to Robert's reign. The thought of seeing that babe in my arms butchered and wrapped in cloth before Robert scared me. Even now, six years later I still have that fear.

If Robert finds out about Jon, if Tywin finds out about Jon this could mean war. The North could be on its own. I couldn't even depend on the loyalist to support Jon because despite the fact I have proof of his legitimacy they will more than likely not accept him and if they do it would be for their own gain only. I think about Jon about the nephew who became my son not even an hour after he was born. I think of him possibly one day having to be forced to accept a crown. I think of him one day finding out I am not his true father. And I think of him possibly dying just because of who his true father is and what that means for him.

I don't know what future threat may come to the North, it could be because of Jon or it could not be but all the same I didn't want to risk being unprepared in protecting Jon, in protecting my children, in protecting my people. All of their lives are dependent on the choices I make and the choice I made to keep my sister's son has left me with a sword hanging at the back of my neck. I need to be prepared. I need to be in a strong position to defend.

I am brought back from my thoughts by Lady Reed's voice. "I found it. Here." She lifts a parchment from amongst others and hands it towards me. "Its updates on the castle itself and the total sum of the treasure in the vaults. He also mentioned the finding of a separate room. This one is filled with scrolls and he found one book." I lift my brows at her specification of a single book. I take the letter from her hand to read it myself.

"A book?"

"It's cold here" I hear Jon complain from next to me as we make our way through the crypts. We weren't carrying a torch for fear of being caught by guards on are way down here but it didn't matter much to me and Jon as we have good eyesight.

"Come on Old Nan says there's ghosts here" I say encouragingly.

"Old Nan says a lot of things Robb doesn't mean they are true," he says. The eyeroll I can't see practically dripping from his voice. "We are supposed to be in bed. I really don't want to have your mother catch us. She'll blame me."

I sign in annoyance rolling my own eyes. "Come off it Jon she never tells you anything."

"No she just gives me the death glare before ignoring me completely"

"Still better than being talked to about why it's not good to do this or that. It gets very annoying."

"It's a sign of care, Father did it all the time before he left." I grow sad at the mention of my father who has been gone for over five moons.

"I miss father." I say.

"Me too"

"I miss Sansa."

"Me too but at least we know she's safe unlike before when we didn't know anything about her." he tells me trying to make me feel better.

"That's not true we would see her in our dreams."

"Yes, because we were wargs."

"Are wargs," I correct.

"Have you had anymore because I haven't and I've tried," he challenges.

"No but it's because we aren't doing it right maybe." I chew on my lip doubting myself. Thankfully he changes the subject.

"I wonder what Sansa's doing."

"Riding lizard-lions."

"Yeah sometimes I wish I was with her instead of here with your mother and her death glare." I glare at him for that.

"Hey what about me?"

"Yeah you can stay with your mother." he smiles at me before sticking out his tongue. I punch him at that and we begin a mock wrestle. Suddenly I hear a calling noise in the distance.

"What was that?" I ask slightly afraid.

"I don't know." Jon voices grabbing my hand. We see a faded light in the distance from deeper in the crypts. "Um run?" Jon whispers.

"Yeah."

We both run for it bumping into each other slightly. At a turn Jon lost his footing and hit his head on a stone grave. The force of the hit was able to dislodge the plate closing the grave from its place.

"Jon are you alright?"

"No," he groans out, touching his head. I get closer to him but get distracted by something in the grave.

"What's that?"

"What's what?" he moans as he sits on his bum still holding his head.

"That." I point at the grave getting closer. "This isn't a Stark banner?"

"Huh?"

Curious I pull on it which then drags a chest with it unwrapping the cloth I open the chest. Inside it is filled with papers and items. Jon is next to me and reaches for one of the items.

"What's that?" I ask

"I don't know a rock," he gasps in shock.

"What? what is it?"

"I felt a beat."

"What?"

"It pulsed and it felt warm."

"Let me see," I reach for it. Placing my hand on top. "Oh it is warm and sort of sticky wet.

"Who's grave is this?" Jon asks.

"I don't know, let me see. Lyanna," I inform.

"Who's Lyanna?"

"I don't know I thought the only ones who get marked graves are the lords of Winterfell."

"Robb, I don't feel good"

"What?"

"Everything's blurry" I look at Jon whose in the process of fainting I grab him before he falls

"Jon! Jon come on!"

Panicking I get up and run to get help.

I wake up when a servant knocks at my door.

"Milady something's happened"

"What is it?" I ask hastlingly putting my gown over my head as the maid helps me fasten it at the back as she explains what she knows.

"Lord Robb was seen running to Maester Luwin's quarters calling for help."

"What?! Is he hurt?!" I quickly stuff my socked feet into boots and hasten out the door. As I exit the keep that holds our rooms by the light of the moon I see one of the guards running past with a child in his hands heading for the Maesters tower. A stone clogs my throat for a moment before I am running after them.

As I make it to the healing chambers I hear Robb shouting with panic.

"Is he okay? Is he dead? Oh this is all my fault I dragged him down there I shouldn't have. Jon please don't die."

"What's going on?!" I yell alarmed at the situation.

"Mom, I killed Jon!" Robb cries, running to hug my skirts.

"You didn't kill anyone. Jon's not dead, come now Jon open your eyes," the Maester quiets Robb in order to focus on the boy. I hear a groan coming from the boy walking forward in order to see how he was. I pass the guard who came to deliver the boy and give him a look telling him his presence wasn't needed. I make it to the boy's bedside. The boy is squeezing his eyes shut trying to stay quiet. I see blood running down the side of his head and matting his hair.

"Maester?" I questioned him worried the boy would die while in my care.

"He should be fine but one can never tell with blows to the head. I can't have him sleeping or he might never wake. Are you listening Jon? I need you to stay awake for me, open your eyes."

"I can't." As he says this another servant comes in with a basin full of water.

"Thank you," says Luwin. He grabs a clean cloth dipping it in the water and wipes away the blood from Jons face and hair where the blood seems to come from.

"Looks like a small cut was made. I have to cut your hair. I may have to sew it closed." At that the boy startles.

"What no I'm fine no need to cut my hair Maester" his eyes are wide now looking at the Maester in fear he moves his hand up to his hair feeling around for the cut. "Yep it's small, no need for a haircut or stitching" he rambles in a panic. At his movement something large and round falls from within his cloak to the floor bending down I pick it up. I am shocked at what it is.

"Where did you get this?!" I was met with silence. Looking at Robb I stare my son down "Robb?" I sharply call.

"From the crypts one of the graves had it. It said Lyanna."

I freeze looking towards Luwin "Will the boy be fine?"

"I'll have to properly clean his wound and keep him overnight but from responses he should be fine."

"Very well I'll leave you to it. Robb to bed now."

"But I wa-"

"Bed Robb and in the morning we will talk about your punishment for being out of bed." He stayed quiet after this and together we walked out. As we walked out I saw Jenna the whore walking down the hall towards us. I frown at her and clench my teeth biting down on my feelings towards her.

"Take my son to his room and get him in bed." I give her the order in a frosty tone.

"Of course my milady." Taking my son's hand she walks away. I in turn make my way to the crypts to investigate why there would be a dragon egg in Lyanna Stark's grave.

A/N: Hi y'all, thank you for reading hope you all liked it. Just to let you know beccahyuga03 proofread this chapter. Also to the person who asked me about the weirwood incident I can't really answer these questions without revealing to much on the plot but I will tell you how I'm interpreting the old gods in this story. The old gods are multiple gods with no names they have no distinction between themselves but ultimately they are different gods. The weirwood tree is a conduit for them to see the human world without actually stepping into it. They can also use it to accept sacrifices or function through it to a certain extent. So to clarify why the face had different emotion in the last chapter is because there where multiple gods at once using it as a conduit. Hope this cleared things a bit for you. I feel like this chapter revealed some of the direction I'm taking with this story if not well don't worry everything will be explained in the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones.