It was wonderful. It was freeing. Having someone to talk to about my world and being able to discuss what I know without getting funny stares was brilliant. I know I said I didn't care if people thought me weird but it feels nice knowing someone didn't think that and understood where my quirks and habits came from.

We talked until the sun greeted the earth with its gentle rays. He wanted to learn more about the things he has seen in the visions from my world that this world doesn't have. I tried to explain as much as I could with my limited knowledge. Because even though I had grown up with the items, I was not by any means an expert.

On the topic of contraptions from my previous world, I wondered which one I missed the most and could possibly be achieved in this world, with the limited amount of resources. Making my way towards my fathers temporary study, I thought diligently about each and every item from my world. After much consideration I came to the conclusion that showers were the things I missed the most and I think are the most achievable with the known resources these people had. Suddenly filled with excitement, I sped up my journey to my fathers study which I have been heading to already. The door in sight, I threw it open, disregarding the guards posted on either side, barging into the room.

"...magic…" the conversation paused at my appearance. Wait magic? Oh my God. There's magic? What type of magic?

"Did somebody say magic? 'Cuz I'm in.'' I smile biting my lower lip to try and contain my giddiness. I look from my father to Howland to the unknown elder blond grey haired man. They were seated at the desk with scrolls scattered across the wooden surface. The unidentified man gave me a glance before turning away and ignoring me though not fast enough that I did not catch the look of pure disdain in his eyes. The happiness that had previously filled my veins left at his contempt. Looking at his attire I could tell he was a crannogman and must be one of the ones who is against my existence. Out of childish petty I ignored the man in return, closing the doors behind me and heading towards my father who greets me with a smile. Feeling better at his warm greeting I let myself relax a little.

"It seems some of the items found in the place you were trapped in contained scrolls about runes which used to be used to fortify castles by the First Men. This allowed the keeps to be stronger and less susceptible to age over time."

"Really?!" I exclaim forgetting about the old man and having my previous excitement returning.

"You seem excited." Howland states with a small smile.

"Extremely." I say returning his smile in kind. I make my way further into the room and around the desk. "So show me. Can anybody do it or do they have to have magic or something?" I could just imagine doing magic. Most of my previous life I spent pretending to be a being of great skill and power. It would be awesome if I could make it reality here.

"You have to have magic. When carving the runes you are to imagine that which you wanted to achieve and allow the magic to flow from you to the rune." Howland says as father lifts me up and places me on his lap so I could see over the desk.

"Have you tried it yet?" I ask getting on my knees to better survey what was on the desk.

"Yes, look" my father responds before pulling a parchment from a neat pile with one hand and brings a glass of water with the other, he then pours a small amount of water over the parchment. Instead of the parchment absorbing the water as usual, the water collects into a small drop that resembles the morning dew on the leaves. He swipes at the parchment removing the water from the surface revealing an unsoaked surface.

I stare in amazement for a moment before bouncing on my knees in excitement. "Oh my God. That is so cool. I wanna do it. How did you do it? What rune did you use? I assuming there are different runes for different purposes." I feel my fathers arms tighten around my waist trying to keep me still.

"Settle down. Here." he flips the parchment over and points to the left bottom corner where there is a small symbol. "That rune prevents water damage. It's how all the scrolls were able to survive this long with all of their contents preserved. Though, you have to apply the rune after writing otherwise the ink will roll off just as the water did."

"I wanna try. Can I try? Pretty please." I ask him desperately.

"Really are you sure you can?" his tone is playful as if he knows something I don't.

"Why wouldn't I be able to?" I turn my head to look at him questioningly. He smiles before looking away and grabbing a small parchment, quill and ink placing it before me. I take the quill holding it as I wound a pen and proceed to copy the symbol. Well, I tried to copy the symbol but these small hands just couldn't produce lines that weren't shaking or went sideways in a different direction. It got to the point where my tiny fist gripped the quill too tight and I bent the feather. "Umm." I looked at my father who had lifted his brow and was smirking at me. "I don't think my body knows how to write."

"I don't think so either." I pout and look away when I heard both him and Howland chuckle at my situation. All my earlier excitement I had about magic went out the window when I realized I couldn't do it due to not being able to write.

"This is so unfair." I mutter under my breath. While I contemplate the unfairness of having to relearn how to write the others continue what I'm assuming is the discussion they were having prior to me entering the room. I wasn't really paying attention to them, not particularly interested in the matter. Looking at my hand I sigh opening and closing it. I could hold the needle particularly well and that took me the entire trip with Mordane. I wonder how long it will take me to learn how to write. I hope not too long. I would be bored relearning something I had already known. Sighing again I lay back into my fathers arms looking around the room bored wondering what to do. Remembering why I was here in the first place I turn in my fathers lap and with my currently useless toddler hands I grab his face. "I have an idea." I smile winningly at him

"Oh do you now?"

"Yes but nobody else can know. Not now at least."

"Okay. Gentleman." The other two men take their leave. "So." He asks me once they are gone and the door is closed.

"I think we can do showers?"

"Showers?"

"Yes it's a form of bathing but without having to sit in a tub." I say.

"Oh how does it work?"

"Like umm." I pause trying to think of how to explain it. "There's a wall and pipes and water."

"Alright… what else?"

"Water comes out of a pipe popping out of a wall and a person stands under the water and the water drains down a hole and leads it somewhere else." my father looks at me before chuckling.

"Okay but why is this better than baths."

"I don't have to sit in my own dirt. Plus I like the water spraying on my face, baths just don't do it for me. I need that constant spraying." I answer him in a matter of fact way.

"I'll see what I can do but your explanation leads much to be desired. But I'm sure we can do something with the pipes already there at Winterfell."

"Winterfell has pipes?"

"Yes, it's why the castle is so warm compared to the outside. We have hot spring water running through the castle walls."

"Huh. I never thought about that. Why don't you have showers yet?" he smiles without answering my question.

"We will stay here in Moat Cailin for a few more days before going back home to Winterfell. I have much to discuss with Howland over the reconstruction of the Moat."

"Okay. Oh hey while I'm here can I go see the lizard lions and take Asha?" I ask as I slide down to the floor and land on my feet.

"Take Cregon with you and if Asha says no don't force her."

"No promises." and with that I ran out the door heading to Asha's room fully intending to drag her.

"It's official something is wrong with your mother." I say to Robb as I climb on the chair next to him in the room used for lessons with the maester.

"Hmm?" he asks, focused on practicing his penmanship which is devastatingly better than mine.

"She keeps looking at me weird?" I see him roll his eyes and sign.

"Not this again. Jon…"

"No, this time it's different. For the past few weeks your mother has been giving me a weird look every time we cross paths." Robb takes a deep breath and puts the quill down and turns to me giving me his undivided attention.

"Like what?" he says, palms up motioning me to continue.

"Like she was scared or something." I say recalling all the times I've crossed paths with her. She would flinch back as if I was going to harm her or I was dangerous.

"Scared?" he says, thrown aback.

"Yes. I know this is weird like why would she fear me. I could understand if she hated me but this is fear and it's a whole different topic." I say worried. She reminded me of a cornered animal and Rodrick always said a cornered animal is a very dangerous animal. Not that Lady Catelyn was an animal but still.

"Maybe it's your imagination." I sigh, upset with him but I shouldn't be surprised she is his mother.

"It's not…," before I could continue we were interrupted by Maester Luwin.

"Lord Stark. Jon." he says as he walks in the room. He was smiling as if he just received good news.

"Maester." We both call out to him in greeting.

"I see you are practicing your penmanship, Lord Stark." Here he looks at me in expectation. I turn to look down at the table avoiding his gaze knowing that out of the two of us I should be the one practicing.

"Yes. What do you think?" Robb asks, proudly presenting his work. I look back up as he takes the parchment from Robb's hand.

"Very nice, much improved." He says taking the parchment in his hand gazing over it nodding his head in approval. I watch as he returns the parchment and then takes out a folded letter from his robes seal still intact. "I have a letter from your father for you both. Will you need assistance reading or you think you can manage." I eagerly extend my hand to him wanting the letter. I see the maester smile before placing it in my waiting hand.

"Please stay in case." Robb says as I begin unfolding the letter. My eyes skim over the words trying to decipher it. I could feel Robb get closer getting on his knees on the chair trying to see over my shoulder.

"Very well." I distantly hear Luwin say.

After reading the letter from father we smiled at each other. It wouldn't be long now before we can see both him and our sister. I was filled with excitement thinking about their return. I have missed them both not only because I love them but also because they were an extra layer of protection. My greatest fear while dad was away for war was that he would die and then I would have no one to protect me from Catelyn kicking me out of Winterfell. It's not like Robb and Sansa can go against their mother though I have no doubt they will try but they won't win.

After a while of excited chatter between me and Robb about fathers return, Maester Luwin's short chuckle and soft call brings us to attention.

"Now then I think we have a lesson to start. Seeing as how advanced you two are with your letters and reading, though Jon I expect you to practice your penmanship some more," here he pauses and gives me a look I nod my head showing I understood. Seeing my acknowledgement he continues with the lesson."we will be discussing the history of Westeros today. I believe I will start with the First Men."

I feel myself smile, looking forward to the change of lessons having felt bored especially when me and Robb started our lessons with Sir Rodrick. Repeating swings with a small wooden sword is not as boring as repeating letters over and over again until they were legible. History seemed intriguing and I am sure that it will include battles.

Plus I know for a fact that Maester Luwin is a good storyteller if his telling of Robert's Rebellion while I was having my head wound looked at was any indication. After everyone had left alone, Lady Catelyn having rushed out of there with Robb, I had asked him who Lyanna was and why she got a marked grave, even a statue of her likeness in the crypts of Winterfell.

I kind of wished I hadn't. It was a terrible story full of grief and it didn't look like anyone won in the end. Father still lost his sister, the one they were trying to save. He lost his father and brother. He returned with nothing but bones to the North.

I could not imagine losing my older brother and little sister the way my father lost his. Even with Sansa having been missing all those months ago for several weeks I knew she was alive. I knew before I began seeing her in my dreams along with Robb and with that belief I was able to sleep well at night. I wonder if my father can sleep at night. I wonder if he dreams about them. I think I would. My siblings are everything to me. I can go to Robb whenever I need to voice my fears, most of which were about his mother. He always listens even during the middle of the night when I had a nightmare.

Sansa brought me happiness and laughter. I could always go to Sansa when I needed a smile. She gives the best smiles so purely happy and filled with joy whenever she sees me. It made me feel like I belonged. I feel myself smile at the thought of Sansa she would be here soon. Soon we will all be together again.

The air was cold and there was a new layer of freshly fallen snow. It was a pure day which seemed fitting for a family reunion. I finally got the first glimpse of the castle as we went over the hill. I was riding with my father and Cregon was beside us once more. I was happy to have found out he was coming back with us to Winterfell. The explanation was that he had decided to continue being my protector. I didn't necessarily care. I was just content he was going to continue being by my side. I have grown accustomed to having him there.

Asha was riding beside one of fathers guards. I believe his name was Gordon but I can't be sure maybe Jorgon. I am terrible at names. The rest of the routine consisted of over 30 men that had stuck around with my father in Moat Cailin instead of going on ahead with the rest of the army.

As we grew closer to the castle I could easily see the banners of house Stark everywhere along the walls and every tower. Pulling inside the gates of Winterfell I almost jumped from fathers horse in my haste to get to Robb and Jon but I was restrained with a strong grip around my waist. With no choice but to wait for the formalities to be done I stood by my fathers side. Once done and the people began to disperse I ran to Jon and Robb who were beside each other.

"Ahhh. I missed you my munchkins." They were way bigger than me by maybe two heads but with a jump fueled by speed I was able to wrap arms around both their necks.

"I missed you too." they both said voices muffled by being buried in my neck. I was basking in their presence. They had grown so much while I was away. Not only are they taller they both lost much of their baby fat and their faces had become more defined.

"Sansa my love" comes Catelyn's voice interrupting the moment. I wince at her voice. I knew I owed her an apology and it was best I do it now before more time went by. I take a deep breath before disentangling myself from my munchkins. Turning to Catelyn I smile trying to produce the same joy I had for Robb and Jon for her. I run towards her and allow myself to be lifted in her arms. She hugs and kisses me whispering in such happiness. Her grip was tight and slightly desperate and I think deep down she was still having a hard time believing I was here.

"I missed you so much. So So So much. You have no Idea how worried I was." I grimace at that. I have an idea of how much she had been worried. Taking another deep breath preparing myself for what I needed to do. She continues to shower me with affection. Pulling back as much as I could with her arms around me I grabbed her face holding it at a distance so I could look her in the eye.

"I am sorry for wandering off...mother." I say adding mother as an afterthought. "Forgive me for any pain and anguish I have caused you." Saying it out loud made me grimace. It was a horrible apology but I didn't know how to make it better. Apologizing was never my strong suit. I usually just said sorry and be done with it but I felt like it wouldn't be enough this time. It shouldn't be enough.

"Oh darling don't think of that there is nothing to forgive." I smiled tightly at her at her. I couldn't accept such a response. There was something to forgive. I did wrong and I can't be let off lightly.

"No I do need forgiveness and I am very sorry."

"Very well you're forgiven no more on the matter." She puts me down and though she accepted my apology I still felt bad. There was no point in dwelling on the matter now she clearly didn't think I did wrong or she knew I did wrong and just didn't care, happy to have me home. The last thought made me feel even worse. Pushing depressing thoughts out I look back to the boys who are with father and decide I needed something fun to do.

Catelyn was staring at me though to others her attention was solely on Sansa but I could feel her gaze. What I have done to warrant such a stare I know not but I could tell it wouldn't be long before she would tell me. She always tells me when she is unsatisfied with something. I only hope that it isn't about Jon from the looks of him he is in perfect health. He doesn't look as if he has been neglected. He was even standing beside Robb when we came through the gates instead of being relegated to the back meaning Catelyn had allowed it since it was just me returning.

Jon was currently giving Sansa a ride on his back which she herself seems to be enjoying squeezing his neck with her arms and dropping the occasional kiss as he walks slowly towards the keep where our sleepy quarters reside. I hope baths have already been prepared and if not I might just go to the hot spring residing under Winterfell. Thoughts about a bath are pushed out of my mind by Robb who started yelling at Jon about something from his place on my hip.

"You're not that much better just a little I'll catch up soon beside you should be focusing on your penmanship. It needs work!" he pouts, crossing his arms and in a quieter voice to me says. "Father, I'm just as good as Jon. Rodrick says we are even better than most children our age." I smile thinking about a similar conversation I had with my own mother when Brandon kept beating me in the training yard before I was sent to ward with the Arryns.

"I'm sure you are but you should not be jealous if Jon is better we all have our own areas where we excel at." Just as we are about to enter the keep I see the maester trying to catch my eye as we make our way inside. I have no doubt that he wants to discuss all the happenings that occurred in Winterfell while I was away along with all the other things that have occurred outside of Winterfell but I was too exhausted from travel to spend any time discussing all of that. "I'll be with you tomorrow Measter Luwin whatever it is it can wait till then."

"Yes my lord." He says, and proceeds to go in another direction.

"Sansa why don't you get off his back. I don't think he can carry you for much longer." I look to Catelyn as she says this before looking towards Jon and Sansa. She was right Jon was getting tired. I see Catelyn's hands make gestures of wanting to take Sansa in her arms but holds back.

"Fine. Carry me." Sansa lets go of Jons neck startling Catelyn into moving quickly before she hits the floor.

"Sansa! Don't do that!" Catelyn exclaims, lifting her to her hip. "You could have hurt yourself." Her face contradicts the scowling as it is filled with such joy over having her in her arms. She looked beautiful when she was happy.

I sigh wondering if I should even tell all that had occurred since Sansa was found. All the implications that her existence brings. If I tell her should I tell her everything or leave out the fact that Sansa has memories of a previous life. How would she react? Would she still love her as her daughter? For me I figured it out while I was away by the time I returned I did not act any different but Catelyn doesn't have the luxury of distance. Would she avoid her? Would she reject her? More importantly how would her reaction affect Sansa? The girl may have an attitude that screams I don't care what you think or how you feel about me but I could tell it hurt her when she was rejected. I still remember the dimming of her eyes when the crannogman in charge of the scrolls, which held knowledge of the runes, gave her a look of disgust. She quickly pretended it didn't affect her but I could see. My daughter thrived in affection and being at least if not liked met with indifference but being hated she did not like. Even if she did not like Catelyn she expected her affection and I fear if Catelyn did reject her it would affect her. She will be hurt.

Jon after being released from the weight comes to me. I squat down allowing him to climb up to wrap his arms around me.

"I missed you father." he mentions once more having already told me this.

"I missed you too son. I could not wait to return to all of you." I say content with having both my sons in my arms for now I put thoughts about Catelyn out of my head.

I thought about waiting till tomorrow to give him the night to relax but I couldn't. I needed to get this off my chest. It's been a constant on my mind since I found out. How could he? I don't understand what he was thinking or maybe I could. I just can't get past my fear to fully acknowledge it.

After that first sleepless night having spent it by Lyanna Stark's grave going over all the letters and official documents with only a single torch to shine light in the dank and dreary tunnel I could not stop thinking. I kept thinking of everything that could befall us should someone find out. Every time I walked past the boy I couldn't help but flinch. House Stark would be branded traitors. Not even Ned friendship with the King will protect us. In fact I very much think the King will take it even worse. The man truly embodied his House words.

Not to mention the Lannisters will do everything in their power to rid themselves of the boy. The old lion has spent so many years trying to put his offspring on the throne he will not allow such a threat as Jon to live. Look what happened to Princess Elia and her children. This was probably what Ned was thinking when he discovered Jon and yet I couldn't get past my fear. I wanted... I needed to get rid of him. Hide him away where no one would know him. That is what Ned should have done since the very beginning.

How could Ned bring him here? I don't understand he should have sent him somewhere unknown where people could not put two and two together and make four.

When morning came and I made my way out of the crypt, after making sure to move everything from Lyanna's grave to a different one (I could not leave it there in the same place), I proceeded to think about all the people that were in the healing chambers when the dragon egg that had been covered in Jon's blood fell out of the boy's cloak. Feeling slightly relieved that it was only Robb and the maester who were present. Robb and Jon wouldn't know what it was but the maester did so I had to go talk to him.

"Maester Luwin." I called, as I entered his rooms where he conducted most of his duties. He was currently by the ravenry next to the large window feeding the birds.

"Ah. Lady Stark, how can I be of service to you." he asks, making his way to his desk to sit. I close the door behind me and follow his example sitting opposite of him.

"About last night. I wanted to discuss what the boy had in his possession." before I could continue to try and come up with some lie on how remarkable the 'rock' looked like a dragon egg he held up a hand.

"It is best not to discuss the matter my lady. The less discussed the fewer people overhear." I stared at him for a long time trying to process what he was saying.

"How long have you known?" I ask in disbelief and maybe slight anger.

"Since he arrived." he said no more than that. He would not say anymore than that. All he would tell me was to act no differently than before lest I bring attention to the boy. But I couldn't not act differently knowing what I know now. So much so that the maester reprimanded me, the lady of Winterfell, after he had overheard Jon saying that I was acting weird around him. I felt so insulted but I said nothing to him knowing he was right.

Coming back to the present I entered Ned's room without knocking. He was in the process of getting into bed but at my entrance he signs and instead heads for the chairs in front of the lit fireplace. It was almost if he had already expected me to come to him. Once seated he motions for the chair across from him. I was too agitated to sit down instead I stood before him.

I debated how to start this. I spent nights trying to imagine this conversation but now that I'm here before him I couldn't seem to bring up the topic. Changing my mind about sitting I head for the chair. Taking a breath to calm my nerves I ask, "How was your time away from Winterfell?"

I feel his confusion and suspicion but I ignore it in favor of looking into the fire. "It went well aside from all the search for Sansa and the Ironborn. I was able to learn a great many things." he answers slowly as if thinking about every word he is saying before it leaves his mouth.

"Oh. That's good. Such as what?" He remained silent for so long that I ended up looking at him to see what he was doing. He has a contemplative look on his eyes as if debating whether to tell me or how much to tell me. "What did you learn, Ned?" I ask again this time with more force not wanting him to leave me out of the loop.

"Hmm I not completely sure if I should tell you?"

"You should" I respond without a doubt.

"Very well but rest assured you're not going to like it and the only reason I am even considering telling you is because it pertains to our daughter." here I completely forget all about my purpose to confront Ned about his fake bastard.

"Tell me." I demand and he does. Everything that has happened since he found Sansa. Where he found her, what happened the day afterwards, what Lord Reed discovered, and finally the things Sansa had been doing while she was staying at Greywater Watch. It's terrifying what he is implying. It was terrifying already having the boy be a threat to us but now Sansa. Two children in House Stark which could bring disaster from different directions. One through religion and another through the throne.

I stare at Ned wondering how he could be so calm knowing that we can potentially be branded an enemy from multiple sides. At this point I think it best not to mention the boy. Maester Luwin was right it's best not to speak about it. It terrifies me to think what the future will bring. At least now Ned is doing something about it such as rebuilding the Moat. The Moat is the key to enter the North as long as it's well fortified we should be safe. Now I just need to keep the Northern lords happy. I had not thought much about them having kept my distance but now for my family's safety I must be more focused on them instead of South.

I wince when I remember how much disdain I received when I convinced Ned to build me the Sept but it's too late now as long as I don't expand it should be fine they will get over it. Robb will have to marry a northern girl from which family I should look for her I don't know. I sign in disappointment having wanted Robb to maybe be paired off with Margery who has been rumored to grow more beautiful by the day. Plus an alliance with the reach would have been beneficial to the North with their abundance of food resources. Well it's of no matter now Robb will marry North if only to reinforce loyalty amongst the Northerns. Now that I think further about it it would have been insulting to the lords had Robb married anyone but a northern especially since Ned married me.

As to the matter of Jon I don't know what to do yet maybe as time goes by I will figure it out. Ned seems to be handling reconstruction of the North so I shall focus on relations. We need another son and a daughter. A son to secure the Stark name should anything happen, gods willing nothing and a daughter to marry off and create ties. I highly doubt Sansa would be an apt candidate for marriage at this point but who knows I will still look for a suitable husband. So many things to do. Hopefully everything turns out well in the end.

A/N: Hi, hope y'all enjoyed the chapter. I will be doing a time skip for the next one. Sorry if there are any grammatical errors my friend, beccahyuga03, did proofread and I gave it three swipes but I kept adding more every time I read it so IDK. Thank you so much for reading.

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