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Winterfell

Despite her protest, Robb had insisted that travelling with four dragons could be dangerous, especially if someone found out that she was a girl. Knowing he wasn't wrong; she had accepted without argument. Here she was, on her horse, flanked by nearly twenty men.

As the dragons couldn't fly yet, she had decided to keep the dragons in the wooden cages to keep them safe and hidden. She had also been able to perform the charm that would make the dragons look like birds, at least as long as they were locked in their cages. In addition to their food, they also had to pack several pounds of meat since the dragons had started eating a lot recently.

She nodded at Robb before leaving Winterfell for the first time, somehow feeling that things would never be the same again.

Castle Black

Jeor Mormont frowned as he stared at the string of horses, nearly twenty, approaching. What puzzled him was the fact there was a woman they seem to be following. Why would a woman visit the wall along with twenty men? On looking closer, he noticed that four men behind were Stark bannermen.

"Open the gates." He called, noting that the recruits had stopped to look at the newcomers.

The gate creaked open just as Ser Alliser Thorne walked over to stand beside him and asked, "Who is it?"

"One of the Stark's." He replied, keeping his eyes on the party.

They stopped their horses and dismounted. They seemed to be protecting the girl, much to his surprise, who was covered from head to toe with a cloak. She looked around, but before he could ask the purpose of her visit, Jon Snow's dire wolf bounded towards her. The girl toppled back as Ghost landed on top of her, but before anyone could move to save the girl from an 'attack', he started licking her face, wagging his tail all the while. She laughed and righted herself before scratching him behind the ears as everyone around stared perplexed.

"El?" Jon had rushed down from the wall and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Jon." The girl greeted.

Jeor didn't miss how Snow ran to hug her, the smile that bloomed across his face, first since the day he had entered Castle Black or the way he picked her off the ground forgetting everyone else around. The girl held him just as tightly as if they have been apart forever rather than a couple of moons. Half of the men were looking at the display with wide eyes, while the other half seemed irate.

"Snow!" He called.

Startled and somewhat chastened, the boy met his eyes before looking at the ground and took a step back.

The girl turned towards him and he barely withheld in a shocked gasp when his eyes met the lilac ones. Despite the banner behind her being a wolf, the sigil of House Stark, he knew she wasn't one. He had seen those eyes before – once when he was in the court of Mad King before he had joined Nights Watch. Was she the Targaryen girl? The daughter of Mad King? However, from what he had heard, both the Targaryen's were fair-haired like their ancestors. No, she couldn't be. A Dayne, mayhap? But from what he knew, the line had ended with Arthur and Ashara.

"Lord Commander Mormont." The girl introduced herself, "I'm Elsa of House Stark."

He had been correct. Not a Stark then. Jeor remembered her being the one Lord Eddard had found abandoned as a babe. But the question remained, what was a girl doing up here? So, he asked, "To what do we owe this visit, Lady Stark?"

"I wish to meet Maester Aemon, if possible." She remarked.

"Maester Aemon?" Surprised, he asked with a raised brow.

"I believe he would be able to answer some questions I have." She told him, but after seeing the sceptical look on his face, she added, "I would not have travelled this far North if it had been of little importance."

Jeor turned around, gesturing her up the stairs towards his solar. Jon moved to follow, much to his bemusement and he barked, "Snow, back to the wall."

Grey eyes snapped to him as the boy started, "But…"

"Now!" He ordered.

Snow shared a look with the girl, who gave him a single nod, before finally leaving. Two guards followed the girl while the others stayed by their horses. Once they reached his office, he took a seat, offering her to do the same. The dire wolf also followed and settled himself near her feet.

She fiddled with her fingers and asked, "Where is Maester Aemon?"

"Usually, he works in the tower. The ravens are kept there and that is where the library is." He informed her, before asking sternly, "How long do you wish to stay?"

"Not more than a few days." Elsa took note of his demeanour and hurriedly assured, "I don't wish to burden you, Lord Commander. We have enough supplies that would last more than a few moons."

He nodded before asking again, "What do you have in the cages?"

"Birds. They won't be troubling anyone." She answered casually.

"You can meet the Maester once you've settled. Samwell will show you to your quarters." He informed, ending the conversation.

She nodded her thanks and left for the chamber, the dire wolf following behind.

Elsa's Chamber in Castle Black

The dragons screeched loudly, expressing their joy at being freed from the cage, toddling all around and Elsa thanked the Gods that she had finished performing the charm that wouldn't let any voice escape her chamber. There was a knock and the door was opened before she could answer before closing firmly. She didn't need to look to know that it was Jon as her magic sang at his presence.

Jon and Ghost's entry caused another round of chirping.

The dragons and the direwolf regarded each other before Ghost padded over to them slowly and sniffed. Her dragons screeched, but did the same and decided to burrow into the wolf's fur. Ghost growled low in his throat and just as Jon and Elsa decided to interfere, he huffed out a put-upon sigh and sat down, Balerion, Aeghar and Silverwing instantly curling around him.

Rhaegal on the other hand, trotted over to Jon, sniffling him. He peered up with bronze eyes, his wings fluttering up and down hastily. Both Elsa and Jon's eyes widened when with a few swoops of his wings, Rhaegal flew over to Jon before settling himself on one of his shoulders and possibly would've fallen, if Jon hadn't steadied him. Settling himself comfortably, Rhaegal nuzzled his muzzle against his hand, almost rumbling a gentle purr at the attention.

Wide-eyed, Jon asked, "They're flying now?"

"It's the first," Elsa replied. "He must be very happy to see you again."

"They've grown." He said, stroking Rhaegal's head, smiling unknowingly when he arched into his fingers.

Elsa nodded. They were still small, smaller than a cat, but they were growing fast, but her focus was on Jon. His unguarded smile filled her chest with warmth and wished she could bottle it so it would stay with her forever.

"They remember me," Jon whispered; voice filled with awe.

"Of course, they do." She replied with a smile of her own.

Elsa looked at Jon. Though it hadn't been long since he'd left, to her it seemed like ages. So much had happened, much he was unaware of.

"Jon." The name left her lips without her permission, making him look at her.

He reached out to touch her cheek, caressing tentatively and she leaned into the touch instinctively. His fingers wound through her hair and he kissed her forehead, breathing in her scent that reminded him of home.

"I missed you." She breathed against his neck.

He pressed her closer and whispered, "I know."

Elsa held the back of his cloak tightly and moved her lips to press feathered kisses along his jaw.

He didn't stop her ministrations, unintentionally tilting his head back to give her better access, even as he remembered his recent vows and he asked in a way to make her stop, "What are you doing here?"

She did stop, knowing without his words what he wanted, burying her face in his neck instead. It had been too long and she wasn't ready to let him go just yet. Sighing, she pulled back before sitting on the edge of the bed. He followed instinctively, everything else forgotten in the wake of her distress. Settling himself in front of her, he cradled her chin between her fingers and asked softly, "What is it?"

And she told him all that she had learned – about Rhaegar Targaryen, Elia Martell and Ned's promise to his sister Lyanna Stark; about the magic, she had been performing to keep the dragons safe.

Jon listened carefully, without interrupting. Since the dragons were asleep, there was no sound in the room other than the crackling of the fire. There was silence for a long time once she was finished. It was quite some time before he spoke, "So what are you going to do?"

"Father hid me to keep me safe. I don't want anyone to know. Not yet. If Robert Baratheon found out, he'll kill the dragons along with me… and the Starks." She replied.

Jon looked unsure as he asked, "You're here to learn more about The Targaryen's from Maester Aemon because he's your what…? Great-great-great uncle?"

"I think so..." she shrugged.

He didn't know what to say. On one hand, he knew they could trust Maester Aemon, but on the other, he was fighting the impulse to hide her so no one would find out about her truth, knowing how dire the situation already was. Though, he also knew that he couldn't ask her not to talk to the only living family she had – not if she wanted to know if the things she could do were a family trait. Magic had been lost centuries ago, but so had been dragons, but here they were…

Instead of voicing his thoughts, he asked teasingly, "So, you're Princess Rhaenys Targaryen?"

In reply, she smiled at him warily and said, "I'll always be Elsa."

The Tower in Castle Black

Elsa knocked at the door hesitantly, ignoring the caws of crows and called, "Maester Aemon?"

"Yes, come in." A shaky voice called back.

She entered the library, instantly noticing an old man sitting near the fireplace at the far end of the room, reading a book. The man peered up at her, or rather, at the space near her head. Jon had informed her that he had lost the use of his eyes long ago and couldn't see anymore. Targaryen's were known for their lilac-coloured eyes and being fair-haired, and despite knowing that he was her uncle, Elsa was still shocked to see pale lilac eyes – just like hers.

"Not many women come to Castle Black, my dear." The man remarked with a gravelly voice.

"I…" Elsa trailed off, not knowing what to say. She turned to look at Jon, who had followed her. He nodded, silently giving her strength as always, so she steadied herself and said, "There is no one else. You're the only living kin I have."

Unseeing eyes narrowed as he asked suspiciously, "Daenerys?"

She frowned at the unknown name. Even Jon was frowning. Elsa shook her head, belatedly realising that the man couldn't see and said, "I am Rhaenys Targaryen. Daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell."

"No! Are you jesting, girl?!" He stood up haphazardly, glared right at her and snapped furiously, "My brother's family is dead! They were murdered! Every one of them! Even the newly born twins! Everyone knows!"

"No. I don't know who, but someone saved me." She took a step closer and told him calmly, "Ned Stark found me outside King's Landing and raised me as one of his own."

Aemon froze as if unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth, but lowered his voice and asked slowly, "Rhaenys? Is it truly you?"

"It's me. I found out recently… Father – Ned Stark told me that it isn't safe for anyone to know about my lineage, so he kept me hidden and named me Elsa." she faltered again before adding tiredly, "I didn't know who else to talk to."

"I would like to apologise, my dear. I never thought…" he mumbled, sounding close to tears. He took a step towards her, reaching out to touch her face with both his hands, making sure that she wasn't a figment of his imagination. Lowering his hands, he said, "You can always talk to me, Rhaenys. Tell me. How have you been? I would like to hear everything."

Elsa grimaced at the name but said nothing as she helped Aemon back in his chair.

Once seated, he asked, "Does anyone else know about you?"

"Other than Ned Stark, only Jon… and now you." She added as an afterthought.

"You wanted to know something? Tell me, dear." He cajoled kindly, unseeing eyes staring right above her shoulder.

She started slowly, "I – I had a dream – a few nights back – about a three-eyed-raven."

Aemon nodded even though she could see a frown marring his face; Jon raised his brows, but she ignored the betrayed look thrown her way for the time being.

Thankfully, Aemon chose the moment to speak and spoke, "Three-eyed-raven is all-seeing, known to be the most powerful messengers between realms. It is said that they can influence present and future events."

Then he mused out loud, "I wonder… if it is connected to the prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Elsa couldn't help but ask.

"About 'the Prince That Was Promised' – a saviour of the Lord of Light. When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, the prince shall be born again amidst smoke and salt."He stated as if reading from a tome. Shaking his head, looking melancholy, he said, "At first, I believed Prince Rhaegar was the prince who was promised. Rhaegar and I often wrote to each other. Later though, he believed it to be your brother, Aegon since a comet was seen above King's Landing when the both of you were born."

"How could it be true? Aegon is…" Elsa stopped, suddenly realising that Aegon was her twin and swallowed the bile.

"I know, my dear." Aemon patted her hand softly before staring right at her and explained thoughtfully, "Valyrian pronouns can be interchangeable. The prince could very well be a Princess."

"Oh."

Elsa mumbled as thousands of questions ran through her mind. The prophecy mentioned 'a prince', but according to Maester Aemon, it could as well be a princess. She pushed back the sudden hysteria that engulfed her. She didn't want to think about it. Ned Stark hid her to keep her safe and she wanted no part in this barbaric game for a throne. Suddenly, a hand rested on her shoulder, startling her and she turned, only to find Jon staring at her worriedly. Just like that, the darkness around her faded and she was able to breathe again. She moved her hand up to curl over his, the touch enough to keep her grounded. She took a breath to compose herself. She was here for a reason and this prophecy… wasn't the one.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Maester Aemon's voice brought her out of the haze and she shook herself.

"Yes." She whispered before asking, "I've heard that the Targaryen's had magic in their blood. Is it true?"

"The Targaryen's have been known as mystical people with magic in their blood, yes. Possibly because of their ability to control dragons…" he mused before adding wistfully, "Dragons have been gone for more than a century and a half now. We'll never know."

Elsa felt Jon's fingers tighten and she had to take a deep breath before continuing, "Were any of our ancestors able to perform magic?"

Aemon tilted his head, clearly confused, but repeated, "Perform magic?"

"Like vanishing from one place and appearing to the other within a few moments, floating things or conjuring fire out of thin air…" she finished lamely.

"Witchcraft and blood rituals have been performed for centuries now by witches." He told her carefully.

Neither Jon nor Elsa missed the revulsion in his tone, which was why they decided not to inform him further about her 'abilities'. Instead, she bit her lips and shared a look with Jon, who understood what she was asking for instantly. He wasn't pleased but nodded nonetheless. She had a good feeling about the man and somehow, she just knew that he wouldn't betray her. It was clear that he loved Rhaegar and was still enraged because his family had been murdered.

"Maester Aemon…" she trailed off, unsure how to proceed.

"My dear?" he blinked at her.

"I – hatched four dragons." She told him softly.

There was silence where Aemon's eyes widened before he gasped out, "You hatched four dragons?!"

Elsa nodded, focused entirely on his expressions and said, "Yes and I've been keeping their existence a secret because they're still young."

"By the gods! Dragons…" Astonished, he wondered before looking her way, and stated with a proud smile, "You're truly a dragon, aren't you?"

She didn't know what to say, so she stayed quiet, but for the first time, the old man didn't notice and asked enthusiastically and longingly, "Are they here? Do you think I can…?"

But before she could even think about forming a reply, he shook his head and said, "No, no. It could be too dangerous."

And possibly to distract himself from the topic of dragons, he asked, "Do you plan to take the throne back?"

Elsa's eyes widened because the thought hadn't even occurred to her and she choked out, "No! Of course, not! Why would you think that?"

"Rhaegar was the rightful heir to the iron throne. You're his firstborn and the custom dictates you to be the heir to the throne." He told her calmly.

She turned towards Jon, who looked just as startled as her before she turned back and said, "No. No. I don't want the throne. I do want to travel and see the world, but I just want to live my life peacefully."

For the second time, the man smiled at her. "Rhaegar too never wanted the throne. He wished to live his life peacefully in Dragonstone."

Elsa took the information in before asking, "Maester Aemon… I wish to learn old Valyrian. Do you think you can help?"

The old man stood up, a smile on his face and said, "I have just the right thing."

The Wall

The night sky was dark and it was freezing, but Elsa couldn't bring herself to look away from the vast forest covering most of the area and snowy peaks at the end. It was quite as two of them were alone up the wall, which was why the two were curled around each other without care.

Her cheek was resting against Jon's chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths, while her hands were burrowed inside his fur cloak for warmth. His mere presence had always been enough to alleviate any form of discomfort she had, just as he was doing right now. His arms encircled her waist, fingers clutching the small of the back while his lips rested against the crown of her head as they both stared beyond the wall.

"It's beautiful." She mumbled.

"Hmm…" He hummed against her.

In an unspoken agreement, the two of them had decided not to talk about the world around them… not today, at least.

"Is it safe to leave the dragons alone?" He asked softly as if suddenly remembering for the first time.

"Ghost won't leave them unguarded. We'll know." She replied just as softly, knowing that her children were sleeping soundly under the watchful eyes of their dire wolf.

"It's cold." He mumbled again before adding, "You should sleep."

She pulled her head back enough to look at him and said, "I'm not going to sleep without you, knowing that I won't be seeing you again for a long time."

"El…" he whispered, not knowing what to say.

Elsa moved closer, sharing the warmth of the fire burning beside them. His gaze flickered down to her lips and she felt heat pool in her belly. They were close and not for the first time, she wondered if he would kiss her? She didn't care about the consequences because all she wanted was him. The moment stretched on like sweet taffy pulling apart, silence broken only by the crackling of the fire. Both their hearts pounding in their chests. She licked her lips unconsciously and Jon's hot gaze followed the movement with intense interest.

"Hello."

A squeak shattered the moment, startling the two and shattering the moment into glittering shards. Jon cleared his throat unnecessarily as Elsa pulled away.

"Samwell of House Tarly, my lady." The boy, same age as the two of them spoke before adding as an afterthought, "I am Jon's watch partner."

"Elsa." She introduced herself with a smile, noticing that the boy had dark hair, pale eyes and a large moon-shaped face. He was obese and for a moment, she wondered what someone like him, a Tarly no less, was doing at the Wall.

The boy made no other move, staring from her to Jon with wide eyes and shivering occasionally.

Elsa couldn't help herself and said, "Come stand by the fire."

He looked down instantly and mumbled, "N-no. Th-that's alright. I can stay here."

"You're freezing, Sam," Jon called grumpily, looking out at the night sky.

She gave the boy another smile and watched him move towards the fire nervously – and as far away from her as possible as if she would bite him any moment. Choosing not to say anything, she moved to stand beside Jon, basking in his warmth, even if their moment was interrupted.

There was silence for some time before Sam decided to speak, "I miss girls."

Jon frowned at his friend, while Elsa blinked.

Sam though, continued to babble, "Just looking at them… their soft hair… hearing them giggle – especially when they laugh because of me."

On cue, Elsa giggled. Jon looked at her as if she'd gone mad, but couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of him at the absurdity.

Sam grinned, unsure of the reason behind their laughter and said, "Maybe – you can stay – here… at the wall?"

She stopped laughing and said, "Women can't stay at the wall."

High on laughter, Sam continued to prattle, "Maester Aemon might even let you stay because you're obviously related."

Jon took a step towards Sam and asked threateningly, "How do you know that?"

Sam stumbled back and muttered timidly, "The eyes… they have the same eyes."

Elsa placed a hand on Jon's back, hoping to calm him down and called, "Jon."

Jon's glare didn't lessen, but he took a step back. Sam stared at him confused. Even Elsa's smile was gone now?

"Wasn't I supposed to know?" Sam mused out loud before he looked at Elsa and said seriously, "You don't have to worry. I won't tell anyone!"

Elsa nodded her thanks, even though the smile didn't reach her eyes. It was quiet again. Hoping to kill the sudden sullen atmosphere, she turned to Sam and asked good-naturedly, "Why do you want me to stay at the wall anyway?"

"Well," Sam floundered before continuing, "…it's the first time I've seen Jon smiling."

Jon scowled, but Elsa muttered teasingly, "He's a grim sort, isn't he?"

Sam nodded seriously and quickly turned his eyes away when Jon glared at the two.

King's Landing

Perplexed, Ned stared at Edric and asked, "You're leaving?"

"Yes."

Ned glared at the black-haired Baratheon and snapped, "The king is dead. The city needs you now more than ever."

"The city doesn't need me, Lord Stark." Edric gave him a grim smile before adding, "And if you're as smart as my brother thought you to be, you'll take your daughters and leave before something terrible were to happen."

Ned clenched his fists and asked through gritted teeth, "Are you threatening me, Lord Edric?"

Edric looked dead into his eyes as he said, "No. I'm warning you. If you value your life, you'll run as far from this place as possible – before the Lannister's take over."

Eddard didn't know how to make him understand, so in a desperate attempt, he said, "Stannis Baratheon is the true heir. The throne is his by right."

"With Joffrey and Tommen alive, you think either Tywin or Cersei Lannister would let anyone near the iron throne without a fight?" Edric told him grimly.

Finally losing composure, Ned nearly shouted, "But they have no right! They're all Jaime's!"

Edric didn't say anything, just looked at him before turning his eyes away.

Comprehension dawned on Ned and he slumped tiredly on his chair. Rubbing his face with both his hands, he noted, "You knew."

"I had my suspicions." Edric muttered before adding, "The bitch never loved my brother anyway."

Ned didn't know what else to do, but finally asked, "You would stand by and watch while your brother, the true heir, fights the war alone?"

Now, Edric narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, "I think you're forgetting that the Baratheon's too, are usurper's, my Lord." Then, he added, "As long as the Targaryen's live, none of the Baratheon's could be the true heirs."

"The mad king's children…" Ned sighed.

"No. I'm talking about Rhaegar's children." Edric spoke clearly, his eyes intent on Eddard.

Startled, Ned uttered, "What are you talking about? The twins are dead."

Edric gave a smile that chilled Ned to the bones as he asked mockingly, "Are they?"

Ned was left speechless as he stared at the young Baratheon wide-eyed. Before he could speak, Edric stated, "People chose not to see what's right in front of them. I've seen the girl. She resembles the Targaryen's too much. There is no denying who she is."

Ned's eyes narrowed and his hand went to his sword, but Edric shook held his hands up in a placating gesture. "I'm not here to threaten you, Lord Stark, and I can assure you I mean the girl no harm."

"What do you want?" Lord Stark hissed.

"Nothing. I've seen what happens to people when they fight for this wretched throne and I have no wish to stay near it. No more than necessary. I'll be leaving for Storm's End come morning." Edric told him as he stood up and bowed to leave. As he turned to leave, he looked at the hand of the king one last time and advised, "You're honourable, Lord Stark, but you should take your daughters and return to Winterfell before it's too late."

With that, he was out of the door without a backwards glance.

EN: Hope you liked this one. Have a nice day everyone.

September 20th, 2021