Jaime and Maya walked down towards the gates of Winterfell, their son in Jaime's arms as they held hands. His hand tightened around hers, he found his mouth moving before he could stop it. "Don't go."

"I must," Maya said, trying to smile at him. "I wish I could stay with our boy. He's grown so much in the last year, it will be his nameday soon. He will be two."

"It's too dangerous." Jaime insisted. "We don't know who our enemies are."

Maya shook her head as Bronn and her men readied the horses for their journey to Casterly Rock. "I know them. Tyrion won't let her hurt us."

"Rose, you don't know that. People change."

"Tyrion won't. I can't stand around here like I am of no use while my brother goes into unfamiliar territory. I have to show Daenerys Targaryen that she can trust us," Maya told him as she brushed her son's blonde hair. "I'm giving her passage to the Westerlands."

Jaime eyed his wife carefully. "You need to convince the people of your claim or you'll have a rebellion on your hands. They take don't take to northerners kindly."

"And I don't take to people who regard so little of me."

Jaime chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. "You watch yourself on the road. That temper of yours is a dangerous thing."

Maya laughed and mused, "My temper? Gods be damned if your temper isn't just as memorable as mine."

"Yes, but I did not nearly kill the wilding and Malakhi yesterday," Jaime reminded her.

"They were planning to get rid of you simply because of your friendship with Brienne. While I'm away, you must advise Sansa."

Jaime scoffed. "She won't listen to me of all people."

"Please. Littlefinger is sniffing around her, poking at her-at all of us to break us apart. He told Sansa that I said that he could marry her if he kept the secret about my knighthood. She doesn't trust me now. He will try to do something else. He's always been clever."

Jaime nodded in agreement then complained, "She won't listen to me and everyone will advise her not to. Besides we still need to find Arya."

"Gods there are many reasons for me to stay here."

"You must go. A foolish thought it would be to ask you to stay."

Jaime and Maya looked into each other's eyes before they kissed the other with such passion that it would have been scolded by a septa if seen. Leonardo managed to hug his mother as his parents ended their kissing. Maya kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers across his rosy cheeks as he was wrapped up in furs, taking in the appearance of a small Stark lord almost.

The smiles melted off of their faces as they shared a look with each other once more. Jaime kissed her forehead affectionately before he promised, "We will see each other. Go on now. Off with you before I change my mind and tie you here."

Maya stepped away from her family, noticing Winter lurking behind. She bent down and ruffled her fur coat. "Stay here, protect them as if they were your own pups. The winters are hard, but the Starks will endure. We always have. So will you. You're a Stark."

Maya mounted her horse, she stared down at her family as she tied the fur cloak around her neck. Jaime smiled as he saw the direwolf sigil tangled with that of a lion, representing both houses. She smiled sadly as him as she turned her horse away, locking eyes with him. "I love you."

"Always and forever."

"Alright," Bronn called out to them as he started to ride away. "Enough of that. You're going to make the rest of us sick."

Jaime watched as his wife and her party left Winterfell before the first light. He travelled to the godswood of Winterfell, almost cursing at himself for doing such a foolish thing. He sat on the log beneath the tree with Winter by his side and Leonardo playing with the trunk of the tree. His small hand touched the blood tears of the heart tree.

Jaime looked up at the face, saying aloud, "Protect her. You are not my gods, but you are hers. Protect my wife."

Unnoticed, Bran Stark sat in his chair in the godswood, watching Jaime Lannister there before saying, "You shouldn't ask them of such things."

Winter licked his hand when he rolled closer to them. "Hello, Winter."

"Why shouldn't I ask them? My gods won't protect her. They don't protect anyone these days."

"True. They don't. The gods won't hear any kind of prayers." Bran said blankly. "They didn't hear my mother's, my father's, or my brothers'."

"Bran-"

"The things we do for love," Bran quoted Jaime as they stared at each other for a moment, neither smiling or showing any kind of emotion of their faces. "There is something that you should know."

"Yes, Maya tells me that you have visions now. That you are the Three-Eyed Raven, yes?"

"Yes. I've seen everything. I know everything," Bran explained. "I know what you did. It surprised me that the man who tried to kill me because I saw him having sex with his sister also saved the lives of King's Landing and didn't collect the honor of it...he chose to keep it a secret and be called the Kingslayer forever. I was surprised."

Jaime stiffened as he stared at the boy. "Your father wouldn't have believed me if I told him. I had already killed my king. I was already branded a traitor in his eyes."

"He would have."

"If I were another man not by the name of Lannister," Jaime countered.

"You don't know Eddard Stark."

"Neither do you. We truly never knew our fathers. You don't know yours."

"Yes, I do," Bran responded simply. "He would've understood the notion of giving up honor for protection. I imagine that he would've respected you. I came here not to talk of my father or yours."

Jaime sighed, growing irritated. "Well, then what is it? I swear with you Starks it's like pulling teeth out."

"I have seen everything. During the sack, Eddard Stark heard crying in the chambers of King Aerys. He inspected it and found a babe hidden behind a dresser in a room. He took her back along with another, he called one a bastard and the other the twin daughter of his firstborn to save them both from the wrath of the world for Targaryens weren't safe," Bran told him. Jaime looked almost frightened yet confused. "He gave his honor to save Jon Snow, son to Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. The real Maya died in childbirth so he switched them out and dyed her hair. Her true name is Visenya Targaryen the Second."

"The histories said she was a stillborn," Jaime said.

"She was not."

"Who else knows?"

"You and I...and Varys."

Jaime nodded as he stood up with Leonardo in his arms. "How does the spider know?"

"Who do you think hid the child so carefully?"

"I will talk to Tyrion and tell him to talk to Varys."

"Good. Then all will know."

"No," Jaime snapped at the boy. "No one must know, not even Maya. It will break her."

As Jaime walked away, Bran called out, "She will find out soon. She must know."

"No, she has no need to know. She's a Stark, not a Targaryen."

Bran stared at him. "The Night's King wants her."

"Even more of a reason not to tell her, he wants her because she's a Targaryen," Jaime realized.

"He wants her daughter," Bran revealed.

Jaime froze and said, "Is she with child? The maester would have told us."

Bran looked at Leonardo for a moment whose eyes were locked onto the weirwood tree. "No. Your firstborn. Your daughter. You named her, Hope."

"No. They buried her body."

Something changed in Jaime as he stood back a little as he watched Bran put his hand on the tree, his eyes turning pure white. He held his son close as worry filled him. He watched as Bran's eyes returned to normal.

Bran's brows furrowed as he spoke, "I spoke with her."

Jaime shook his head furiously. "No. My daughter is dead! She was a stillborn."

Bran watched him storm away and he sighed. He saw the girl again with her moon white hair and sea blue eyes, pale skin enveloped her as she served a cup to a tall man. Bran knew that she couldn't fall asleep unless she heard the stories of dragons. He wondered if he was wrong about Leonardo being the one to bring the light in the darkness or why else would the Night's King touch the boy.

He wondered if Hope was the one to rid the world of darkness. There was Jon, Daenerys, Leonardo and now Hope. All of them could be the Prince or Princess that was Promised. Bran would need to send someone to retrieve the girl before anyone finds out about Tywin's secret plan.

Bran thought about the man who kidnapped Hope as a babe and gave her away to another lord. Tywin Lannister sent a spy to infiltrate the Stark camp and steal the babe away, using her as leverage against the family. Tywin wanted his heir and when he found that it was a girl instead of a boy like he so desired he gave her away to a lord.

Bran knew that the girl he spoke to earlier was none other than Hope. The lord named her Vhaera Rivers, a bastard of the Riverlands. Bran looked to Winter who sat by his side as she stared up at him.

"Search the Riverlands for a girl with hair like the moon and eyes like the sea. Her name is Vhaera Rivers. She's quiet and small. Bring her here to Winterfell. She's Hope, Winter," Bran told the direwolf who then took off into the woods as fast as she could.

. . .

Tyrion wobbled on his legs as he walked hurriedly towards the chambers of Varys. His hand knocked loudly on the door and a moment later it was opened by the spider himself.

"My Lord Hand," Varys greeted as Tyrion walked inside of the room without an invitation. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Tell me it is not true that you knew that Maya Stark is a Targaryen," Tyrion announced as he produced a letter to him. "Aerys hid the babe away with the help of the spider."

Varys' eyes look over the paper with intrigue. He sighed then looked over at Tyrion. "I had my suspicions, but I truly did not know that it was Maya Stark who was the lost daughter of Aerys. I knew of the child, yes, but when the Mad King fell, I went and searched for the babe. She was gone. I had assumed the queen took her as well. I asked Grand Maester Pycelle and he knew nothing. I asked our queen if she knew only two brothers and no sisters. The child was of secrecy that even her own family knows nothing of her. The histories write of a stillborn and that's when I learned that she perhaps died so I stopped looking."

Tyrion smirked. "She was right under their noses. Robert's and my father's. The rightful heir to the Iron Throne raised in the North."

"Raised by wolves and the Kings of Winter," Varys proclaimed with a smile.

"Ned Stark took her and hid her from his family and good friend."

Varys nodded. "That would explain why he wanted to make certain that Daenerys lives and not dies. They are sisters-blood and family. The only Targaryens left in the world."

"Perhaps Lord Stark was a good man and just that. There was no motive behind his reason for not wanting to kill her besides not wanting an innocent girl to die because of the crimes of her father," Tyrion proposed. "This changes everything, Varys."

Varys tucked his arms deep into his sleeves as the cold winds howled in the castle. "It doesn't change anything, Lord Tyrion. The people chose Daenerys to be their queen, not Maya Stark I'm afraid. She will bring a different world from the throne and she will have control of bnot only Dorne and the Reach, but the Westerlands and the North."

"Don't be foolish, Varys, the Starks will never give up the North, my brother won't give up the Westerlands-oh and should I mention that they also have the Riverlands."

"Half," Varys corrected. "Your sister owns the rest of it."

TBC…

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