Jaime wished he could just snap his fingers and all would be right in the world. He wished that with the snap of his fingers that somehow all of his problems would do away.

Ever since Maya had left them, things had been delicate between her sisters. He wasn't good with either of the sisters so he could not intervene in their quarrel with one another. He knew that it Maya we're here then she would know how to put an end to their fight. She always knew what to do, Jaime was concerned that he would not be able to stop them.

Jaime frowned as he thought of his children being without a mother even if it was for a short time.

He was concerned with the reaction of his wife towards their not-so-dead daughter. Jaime wondered if she would accept Hope and welcome her into their family where she belonged.

He smiled then as he saw her playing with her brother, Leonardo. They started to throw snowballs at each other as Winter chased them back and forth. She would push her nose into their sides whenever one of them fell over.

Perhaps Maya is here after all, Jaime thought to himself before he turned to a guard approaching from behind. They were in the woods, but not far from Winterfell.

"What has happened?" Jaime asked.

"It's Lady Sansa, she needs to discuss a matter with you."

"I will be there later on. I'm spending time-"

"She said that it was quite urgent, my lord," the guard interrupted saying.

"It always is," he sighed. Jaime stood up from the log he was sitting on and adjusted the fur cloak over his shoulders with his good hand. "Winter, grab the children. We must return to the castle at once."

"Just one more fight, papa," Leonardo begged.

"There is no one to watch you," Jaime reminded him. "If we stay out here any longer, we'll catch our deaths out here."

"Hope says that at least we'll die happy," Leonardo repeated after Hope handed him a note.

Jaime laughed and mused, "You're too much like your Uncle Tyrion."

Winter pushed her nose into Hope and made her walk towards Jaime. Leonardo ran to him and held his good hand. Hope petted Winter's fur and smiled at her.

"When we will see uncle?" Leonardo asked

"Soon hopefully," he answered. "I have no doubt that your mother will return once he does. She wants to make sure your uncles are safe."

Safe from what, Hope wrote to him.

"In time, I will tell you both. I pray that it doesn't come to that," Jaime confesses to them. "I would worry every moment about the both of you."

"As long as we have family by our side then I know we will be fine," Leonardo said. "Family protects."

"Most families do at least," Jaime dazed aloud as they appeared at the gates where Sansa and Brienne were waiting for them.

She gave her niece and nephew a soft smile before she gave them each a kiss on the head. "Go with Brienne. I need to discuss a matter with Ser Jaime."

Brienne led his children away with Winter trotting behind them. Jaime watched them go for a moment before he asked, "What is so important that you interrupted my time with them?"

"It's Arya," she said as she started to walk away and towards the Great Hall. She brought out a mask that looked like an old man.

Jaime took it from her hands cautiously. He took off his glove with his teeth and ran his fingers over it. The thing felt real. He would feel the wrinkles on the mask. He ran his fingers over the whiskers on the cheek and the grey hairy eyebrows. He knew where he saw something like this before.

"Where did you get this?" Jaime asked her, his voice quiet.

"It was in Arya's room," she said. "I don't know what it means. She said she had a list. She said that she went many places when she left Westeros."

"I've seen only one of them. They call themselves faceless men. They follow the Many-Faced God. There is no way that she became one of them."

"You didn't see her fight Brienne in the practice yard..she beat her."

"It would mean that she's an extremely trained killer. An assassin. You pay a faceless men to kill someone and of course they're never caught because they change faces like we change our clothes. You never really get the real face they have," Jaime explained. "Are we sure that it is Arya?"

"She knew things only Arya would know," Sansa countered. "I think she may kill me."

Jaime looked up the mask immediately, confusion written all over his face. "Why?"

"Because she thinks I betrayed our family by writing a letter Cersei forced me to write. I had to write that Father was a traitor and Robb must come to King's Landing to bend the knee to Joffrey or he would start a war," Sansa explained. "I know now that it was a way for them to bring Robb to the Capital to kill him."

Jaime nodded. "That sounds like my sister. She's good at manipulation, Sansa, you shouldn't feel guilty over it. You could never have known because as far as you were concerned Cersei was only trying to help. You were a child and in love. We've all done stupid things for love."

"Arya doesn't see it that way," she said. "She said that she would've have them torture her than betray her family by writing that letter."

"Arya's never been in love."

"You were on my list," Arya said as she came from the shadows with her hands from her back. "When I found out what you did."

"Arya, don't do what I think you're going to do. You won't win," Jaime advised her.

"Oh, I think I will," she replied. "You're not as good as you used to be."

"I know that you would win that fight, but I was saying that if you kill me or Sansa then Maya and Jon would never forgive you. I'm pretty sure that she would hunt you down," Jaime said. "You know she would. Afterall, you learned from that best."

"But she's not my sister," Arya said as she pulled out her dagger. "She's a Targaryen. The Dragon Queen is her younger sister. I heard what Bran told you."

"You were far away," Jaime said. "There was no way that you could have heard."

"I came back because I forgot something and then I heard what Bran said to you about Maya. Sorry, I mean Visenya Targaryen, Second of Her Name."

"You're a liar, Arya. Maya is a Stark. Father used to say that she was more wolf than woman," Sansa retorted. "She's our sister!"

Arya shook her head. "No, she's not. She's the firstborn daughter of the Mad King. That's why the maesters couldn't figure out why she suddenly had white hair. Her own daughter has white hair. Targaryen hair."

Sansa looked to Jaime, searching his face for falsehood. "Is it true?"

"Yes," he whispered. "We wanted to wait until she returned to tell her. Varys knows too as he was the one who hid the babe when she was born. Aerys thought that something was wrong with her and that his enemies wanted to use her. He was mad. Ned Stark found her after the siege was over and Catelyn has lost the real Maya during childbirth and he switched them. No one knew. No one can know actually."

"Why not? This would make her the true queen of the Seven Kingdoms and not the Dragon Queen," Arya bluntly said.

"We will discuss this all later, but first, Arya you shouldn't kill Sansa over something she did when she was a child. I'm pretty sure you had to do things you didn't want to do as a child. Did you not feel helpless?" Jaime asked. "Stop fighting with her. You've already lost two brothers, a father, and a mother...do you really want to lose another sibling?"

Arya bit the inside of her cheek before she put her blade back into the belt. "Then what should I do then? She wants to have me killed. I can see it."

"If she wanted you dead then you would already be," Jaime groaned in frustration. "Listen where did you find that letter? It was from years ago so why would anyone keep it?"

"I found it in Littlefinger's chambers. He was trying to hide it."

"Where?"

"In his mattress."

"You know who he is so why would a clever man such as himself hide something important as this in a mattress? If he really wanted it not to be found then why not just burn it?" Jaime suggested to her. "He's trying to turn you against each other. It's what he's always done for decades."

"He's right," Bran said as he was rolled into the room. "Littlefinger held a knife to Ned Stark's throat when he trusted him. He told him that he did warn him not to trust him. Then he let the gold cloaks who he swore would protect Ned should he confront the queen and the Lannister guards took him prisoner."

"He's trying turn you both against each other," Jaime said. "He's done it before. I heard that he loved Catelyn and fooled Lysa into hating her own sister. He's good at manipulation."

"Why? Why does he want us apart?"

"If we're alone, then we're not as much as a threat. We're a pack of wolves," Arya realized and frowned. "He's probably been planning this for awhile. He knew Maya would follow Jon. Malachi would go with her. Jaime can't do anything right, no, he would be far too concerned with his children. Winter would follow him so he has us all separated."

"He wants the throne, he always wanted it," Sansa said. "Ever since he was a child. What are we to do?"

"Get rid of him," Jaime answered. "Act like you both are at each other's throats and devise a plan to kill him. It's his time."

"Do we need to kill him?" Sansa asked, a hesitant expression on her face.

"He sent the assassin to kill me with the valyrian dagger," Bran confessed impassively as he looked to Arya who looked down at the dagger. "He started the war…made the Starks go to war against the Lannisters."

Jaime nodded and then scoffed. "Of course. All of the powerful families of Westeros become at war and kill each other one by one, then he slips by and waits for us all to die. Then he gets the Iron Throne all to himself. It's the perfect plan."

"He dies tonight," she sneered.

"No," Sansa countered. "We have to be smart about this. If he finds out that we know then he will run and we will never find him again. Better to have him cornered and in public."

"But he has to die," Arya added, her eyes fierce. "I'll do it. Repay the debt he gave mother and father. Steel to their throats."

Jaime glanced around and whispered, "Be safe and smart about this."

"You will be there at the table," Bran said. "You must. Hide your children."

"Littlefinger might use them against us if he's desperate," Sansa suggested. "I'll put Arya on trial and tell him about my concerns about her. I'll show him that I am frightened of what Arya can and will do to me."

Arya nodded before she walked out of the hall and towards the maester's tower. He seemed startled when he saw her, but bowed all the same and left her alone in the room.

Arya then took a piece of parchment out from the desk and began to write,

Dearest Maya,

You can't trust the Dragon Queen. I've just discovered that you are the lost daughter of the Mad King. Father found you after the siege and made you his own. He told no one, but the spider knows. I know that you won't believe me, but then why is your hair white like a Targaryens. Your daughter, Hope has white hair as well. You're a dragon, sister. I fear for your safety as you are now the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms and not her. She is your sister, Maya. She's family.

Bran said your true name is Visenya Targaryen the Second.

Arya

Arya quickly sealed the letter with the direwolf sigil before she gave it to a raven. She watched it as it flew further and further away from Winterfell. Her heart felt heavy, but she knew that it was the right thing to do. She needed to be careful, who knows if Daenerys Targaryen would even accept Maya as her older sister.

Arya wanted her sister safe and knew that once she got the letter then she would return to Winterfell quickly as her daughter was now heir to the Iron Throne.

Robin gave Hope a dashing smile as they held hands while in the Godswood.

"I want to marry you, Hope," he said softly. "I wish we were older."

As do I, she wrote to him.

Robin turned to her with a sudden frown on his face and said, "I heard something concerning that I think you ought to know. I hid in the shadows, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but they said your name. I wanted to know. It's about your mother. I heard your father and aunts and uncle talk about how she is a Targaryen. They said that she was named Visenya Targaryen and that the Mad King hid her away. Lord Stark took her in and said that she was his. This means that you are the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Hope. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

Hope's eyes widened as she stared at him. She began to shake her head violently. Robin grabbed her shaky hands and nodded. "It's true. You will be queen someday. You never were a bastard that no one cared for. You were always so much more."

Hope gulped nervously and took her hands away from him causing him to frown. She stood up and started to pace in the Godswood.

"You're scared," he said and Hope gave him a look. "Right, stupid thing to stay. Anyone would be scared. You know this means that you have to speak, Hope and that frightens you."

Hope turned away from him and shook her head.

"I know you don't want to because you think no one will listen, but how do you expect them to follow you if no words are spoken."

Words do more harm than good, she wrote and handed it to him.

Robin nodded. "With one word, anyone can be killed, yes, but you have to speak now."

Hope scoffed and shook her head. Robin sighed in frustration as he stood up. "You can't live in silence for the rest of your life. If you never speak then you will lose everything...maybe even me. I'm going to have my supper."

Hope glanced back at him and for a moment wanted to speak and call for him to come back. She didn't though she wanted to. She wanted her voice to echo across the Godswood and to Robin. Hope wanted to speak, but was too scared to. She wondered if she should ignore what Robin said to her about her mother's true parentage. She had half a mind to do and forget everything she was just told.

Hope couldn't. She was going to someday be called queen.

Should she call herself a Stark , a Lannister, or Targaryen now?

Queen Hope Lannister of House Stark and House Lannister, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.

The titles that were given to her scared her deeply. That would be her official name and what people addressed her as. Hope put her hands on her head and shook herself.

She couldn't be queen. She wasn't old enough yet. She didn't want to be queen.

Maya's fingers gently ran over the words. She bit her lip and looked to Daenerys who gave no expression.

"Is this true?" She asked her. "Are we sisters?"

Daenerys sighed and put her hands in front of her. "Could there be any falsehood to your sister?"

Maya shook her head. "Arya has never been much of a liar. What does this all mean then?"

"I don't know." Daenerys replied before sipping some wine. "I thought I was alone in the world. The last of the Targaryens, but it appears I'm not. You are the rightful heir to my-our family's throne."

"I don't want it," she said softly. "You can have it. I don't want to rule anymore. I just want to be with my family."

"I'm afraid what you want isn't important anymore," Daenerys said. "So you wish I don't tell anyone?"

"For now." Maya sighed heavily. "I'm a Targaryen. My father...Eddard Stark risked his life for me. He never treated me like an outsider. He made feel as if I was his daughter and he was my father. My hair is the same as yours, and I didn't even put it altogether."

"You know," Daenerys started. "We're not so different now that I think about it."

"I won't tell anyone that we're sisters and I'm the heir. I don't want it. How could I? It's done nothing, but cause me pain. My family has died for that chair."

"People will discover your true name and then what? I will lose everything I've fought for."

"I'll make you a deal."

"What's the deal?"

"Let Jaime Lannister live and pardon him on everything that he's done. You do that then you won't ever have to be concerned about your throne," Maya told her. "I wouldn't do that to my family should you agree. I don't want bloodshed between us."

Daenerys held Maya's hand and responded, "Neither do I. I accept your terms. I'll let him live so long as you keep it all to yourself. If it does get out then we shall say that you were born after me. Agreed?"

Maya nodded and shook Daenerys's hand. Daenerys gave her a small smile and said, "We are sisters. Blood."

"Can you tell me about them?"

"After," Daenerys told her. "I will tell you all about them after this war. I promise. We need to convince Cersei what we saw."

Maya tried not to smile as she flew on her dragon beside Daenerys. She let out a soft chuckle as they landed in the pits. She breathed heavily, trying to control her rage at the sight of Cersei.

They were both different now. Different was quite bad because Maya didn't know what to expect from her anymore.

Daenerys slid down Drogon as Maya did from Rhaegal. She patted his head as he growled at their enemies.

"Not this time," Maya whispered to Rhaegal.

Maya walked beside Daenerys as they went to the platform. She stared at Cersei and no one else for she thought about killing her in many different ways. When Maya looked at her, all she saw was her sending men to kill her family.

"You should thank the gods," Maya said to Cersei.

"It's unpleasant to see you alive, Maya," Cersei retorted. "I had hoped."

"You should have killed me yourself. I will kill you though for trying to kill my son. Trying to kill me. Murdering the king, my father, my brothers, my sisters, and my mother. I shall be the happiest when I see the life leave your eyes," Maya promised her.

Tyrion stood up and in front of her. "Maya, don't. Remember what we are here for."

Maya didn't look down at Tyrion and instead stepped closer to Cersei. Her brows knitted in confusion when she saw the largest man she had ever seen step from behind Cersei. He was dressed in black armor and looked to be apart of her queensguard.

"You remember Ser Gregor, my lady," Qyburn said.

"I killed you," she said softly. "You killed Oberyn. I stuck a knife in you and-"

"The viper taught you well, but I know more. I made him into something more."

Maya shook her head. "You made him into a monster. More than he was before. I shall be glad to kill him again."

"No one is killing anyone," Jon said as he stood up and blocked Cersei from her view. "Please...we need her, sister."

Maya scoffed. "She tried to kill Leonardo."

"Oh is that what you named that bastard of yours?" Cersei quipped. "The lion, how original. I always knew my brother was the stupidest Lannister."

Maya shoved Jon aside and stepped closer with her sword out, not caring for the Mountain. Euron laughed loudly and clapped his hands.

"You are as beautiful as you are fiery," he teased. "You're the Kingslayer's wife. I think you are the kind of woman who likes to be on top."

Maya narrowed her eyes at him. "Who are you?"

"Euron Greyjoy." He said proudly.

Maya tilted her head. "And?"

"And I'm quite good at war, my lady," he responded.

"Apparently not that good if I can't remember you."

"You must have a slow mind."

Maya raised an elegant eyebrow at him and said calmly, "We can test that theory. I was able to take down men twice my build. You are just another man, nothing more and nothing special."

Euron's smile faded from his face then he leaned forward. "And what are you? You're just another woman."

Maya gave him smile that cut like a knife. "No, I'm not."

"My lady," Tyrion began in a hushed tone. "For the sake of us all, I think it's best if you return to the ships for the remainder of this visit."

Maya looked down at Tyrion and mused, "Am a threat now? Do I frighten you? Why?"

Tyrion didn't look her in the eyes for a moment, but when he did, Maya frowned. She scoffed and looked away from him. She looked to Daenerys who sat in her chair, waiting with a confused expression. "You read the letter from Arya."

"Varys confirmed it," Tyrion said.

"What letter did Arya write?" Jon asked. "Tell me."

Maya shook her head. "Nothing. Just another person who thinks the worst of me because now they think I will go mad."

Maya stormed away from them all with her cloak flying behind her. She let out a hard breath before she started to look in the sky for Rhaegal. She glanced around and spotted Rhaegal waiting for her on top of the rocks. She gave him a smile as he flew down to her.

Maya sat on top of the dragon and petted his scales. "Take me to Winterfell."

Jaime felt nothing for Littlefinger.

He watched from beside Sansa at the table as he was brought to his knees in front of them, begging for his life. Jaime decided then that if Daenerys Targaryen would put him on trial then he would not beg and simply tell his wife and children that he loved them. That would be his final moment. He didn't want their last memory of him to be a shivering and pathetic mess. He wanted them to see his smile before he was gone.

"Hope," Bran greeted as she walked into the room where Littlefinger was still on his knees.

"I told you to stay in your chambers," Jaime scolded her. "This is no place for you to be."

Hope gulped nervously and opened her mouth, but then closed it just as quickly when she saw their eyes widened. Robin stepped out from his spot and said to Hope, "Don't."

Hope nodded and began to write then handed the parchment to Robin with a grateful smile.

"She says that...that she spotted a dragon in the G-Godswood. A green one." Robin stuttered before he looked to Hope. "Are you sure?"

Hope nodded. Jaime stood up and looked to Arya and Sansa before he dared to even look at Bran.

"Maya is here and they all know now," Bran told them. "She is not happy."

Jaime huffed in frustration and looked to Sansa and Arya. "I don't know which one of you did it, but I hope you are satisfied with yourselves."

He strode out of the room with Hope behind him. Sansa looked to Arya who walked forward and cut the throat of Petyr Baelish.

Jaime looked behind him and saw Hope was following him with her skirts in her hands.

"You can't be there," he said. Hope shook her head as Jaime kneeled down. "I'm sorry, Hope. I wish I could take you there to meet your mother. I don't want that ruined for you. I don't know what state of mind she is in. I don't want your first memory of her to be of hate and sorrow."

Hope had angry tears in her eyes as she turned her head away from him. She didn't care for how they met, she just wanted to meet her. She wanted to see her mother.

Jaime kissed her forehead and looked to Winter and ordered, "Do not let her go to the Godswood."

Jaime let go of his daughter and ran to the Godswood where his wife would be with a green dragon. Jaime panted heavily as he went down small hills and to the entrance of the Godswood.

He came to a stop when he saw a woman with white hair with a Northern style. His brows knitted in confusion when she petted the dragon. Jaime looked up at the thing in awe and fear, wondering how no one else saw the thing flying over the North.

The dragon started to snarl when it spotted Jaime lurking near the other trees. His eyes widened when the woman with white hair who assumed to be Daenerys Targaryen was actually Maya. His wife who used to have chocolate brown curls.

"Jaime," she whispered before running into his arms.

"Rose."

Jaime kissed her passionately as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He spun her around as he continued to kiss her. Maya laughed and returned his kiss just as passionately as he had. She pulled away and looked up at him. Jaime's fingers touched her white curls and smiled.

"Your hair is completely white now," Jaime mused.

"Yes, it is," she said quietly. "I came back as soon as I could. I found out something alarming. Arya sent me a letter that said that I was actually a Targaryen and my father was the Mad King, Jaime."

"I know," Jaime said. "Bran told me and I was going to wait until after this was all over to tell you."

Maya looked up at him in shock and pushed him away. "What if we died then what?!"

"Then you would have died knowing that your family loved you. I'm quite glad that Ned Stark took you because if he hadn't then you would have turned out differently. Instead you grew up loved and cherished...I didn't want to ruin that for you," Jaime explained. "I love you. I couldn't care really who your family is or what your real name is now. Visenya or Maya, it doesn't matter. You are still the woman I love, the mother of our children, and my wife. You are still my Rose."

Maya sighed in relief. "Everyone knows now. Tyrion looked at me if I were a different person. It's why I came back because I didn't want to be Visenya Targaryen. I want to be Maya Stark. Maya Lannister, your wife, the mother of our children."

Jaime knitted his brows in confusion at her choice of words since as far as she knew they only had one child. "Maya?"

"I know, Jaime. I know about Hope," Maya told him. "I heard a rumor. I was angry that someone was pretending to be our dead daughter and that she managed to fool you all."

"It's true," Jaime quickly tod her and held her hands with tears in his eyes. "She's alive. Father took her away because he wanted to hurt you and he had his men give her to some lord. He named her a bastard. Fate brought her back to us and kept her alive."

Maya let out a shaky breath with tears in her eyes. "It's...it's her. Our...my little Hope."

Jaime nodded slowly and cupped her face with his hands. "Yes. It's Hope. Bran saw her."

Maya sniffled and glanced all over the Godswood for any sign of her. She looked around urgently and moved away from Jaime. "Where is she? I need to see her."

"Wait, she wanted to come by, but I told her not to because I didn't want her to be hurt if you…" Jaime trailed off in shame.

Maya nodded. "It's alright, I understand. I was exactly how you thought I would've been when I found out she was alive. I was angry."

"So was I."

Maya looked to Rhaegal and said, "Return to Dany."

Jaime watched as it flew up into the sky and disappeared from their view. Jaime raised an eyebrow at her and inquired, "You flew a dragon? Are you sisters now with the Dragon Queen now?"

"I want to be. We both grew up not knowing each other. She's as much my sister as Arya and Sansa are," Maya reminded him. "She's my sister and I can't ignore her. She didn't have a family and I want to know her."

They heard rustling in the bushes and saw heard hushed voices. Maya took out her dagger as she strode forward and pushed aside the bushes. She saw a girl with white hair like her own sitting next to Robin Arryn and Winter.

The dagger dropped from her hands as she stared at the little girl, her heat beated wildly in her chest. Maya gasped as Winter jumped forward and made her fall onto the ground as she licked her face. Maya laughed and pushed her direwolf away.

"Hello, Winter," she said as she hugged Winter. She rubbed the top of her head and stood up.

"I thought I told you to stay away from the Godswood," Jaime scolded the girl. "Robin, why didn't you keep her away?"

He shrugged. "You know how she is. When she wants to do something, no one can stop her. Hello again, cousin...or well, not really anyways since you're a Targaryen now."

Maya stepped forward and held her hand out to the girl who she assumed was Hope. She took her hand hesitantly and stood up. Maya gave her a smile and said, "Sounds like you are my daughter. You have your father's eyes. My mother's cheekbones too."

Hope had a nervous expression on her face as she looked into Maya's eyes. She gave a quick glance to Robin and Jaime before turning back to Maya.

Maya frowned. "Why isn't she saying anything?"

"She doesn't speak," Jaime gently said.

"Is it because of…" Maya trailed off, rage in her tone of voice.

Jaime shook his head. "No. She decided it for herself. She thought that no one would listen to her."

"She writes to us and we read it. It's her way of communication," Robin said smiled softly at her.

Maya looked between them and bluntly questioned, "Are you in love with my daughter?"

"He wants to marry her too," Jaime added in with an irritated smile. "It's quite annoying actually."

"I saved her from the lord, my lady," Robin revealed then held Hope's hand in his. "He was going to kill her and then I killed him."

"She is still a child," Maya reminded him. "I won't let you marry her."

Hope wrote something and Robin smiled as he read it aloud, "It's not up to you. I want to marry him. Someday when we are older."

Maya scoffed and began, "Over my dead-"

"We will discuss this matter of...um, marriage between the both of you later," Jaime interrupted saying.

"The Wall has fallen," Bran said as he came into the Godswood. "The Night King is coming with her dragon. He's coming for them."

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! This is my longest chapter so far!

I really don't know if I'm going to change the entire season 8 of GOT because they had some good parts in there. I will see where this story takes me.

Originally, I had planned for Maya to not even learn about her daughter and have her fly into Winterfell over Daenerys and Co. when she came to Winterfell, but I felt like she would want to go back to somewhere familiar. She felt like she was being looked at differently now and more people didn't see her as a Stark anymore and only saw the fact that she was a Targaryen and could go mad. Then knowing Hope, she would disobey her father's orders and would want to see her mom and know who she actually was.

Like I said before, Maya and Daenerys are so different, but then again so much alike. They both do things out of rage and are the same person. I've literally foreshadowed this since like chapter 23 that their paths will cross each other. Family is her weakness and that's not good. The Many-Faced God didn't want Maya to know Daenerys. Maya and Daenerys often clash because they are fire and ice. Even though Maya is Visenya Targaryen, she was raised as a wolf and in the North, it's who she is.

I hoped you liked this chapter.

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