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AN: I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance.

Winterfell, Godswood

It had been nearly a turn since the attack of the Ironborn. More than a moon since she had received Robb's letter in response to her own. He had sent two of his trusted guards – Dacey Mormont and Patrek Mallister along with 500 men to Winterfell. It was paramount to secure Stark's home along with both Bran and Rickon. Word of attack on the Starks would reach every corner of Westeros with no time and Robb's position as the king would've tumbled. No one would've respected a king who lost his family's ancestral seat and even more would've tried to overthrow Robb's claim.

There was a trilling noise and Elsa looked down at the golden eyes peering up at her, demanding attention. Aeghar's head was resting in her lap and she wondered how long until he was too big to do so anymore. Rubbing the side of his head, she coaxed, "Come on, my sweet. I know you want to go out with your siblings."

That earned her a dismissive huff and she sighed. Truth be told, she was worried about him. Aeghar had always been the naughty one, but ever since the attack, he had been clingy. He was nearly healed and was able to fly without pain, but he had yet to leave her side. He still played with Rhaegal but flew back as soon as he could. He relied on his sibling for food and more often than not, she had to send for some raw meat to feed her youngest. Their diet had increased immensely as they grew and dragging sheep or cows inside wasn't easy. She knew he was scared and trusted her to keep him safe, but he was a dragon and would only survive if lived wildly and freely.

Not for the first time, she wished to leave Theon's fate to her child, but she also knew Robb wouldn't forgive her. Her thoughts turned towards her guard… or was he, her friend?

When she'd informed Jon and Robb about her identity, they had accepted it… her without batting an eyelash. They had grown together and the Starks took care of their own. Torrhen on the other hand had been shocked to such an extent that she'd been left with no other option, but to tell him the truth. She had also informed him that Robb knew. It had taken him hours to speak after that and he'd muttered something about the obvious signs, like her eyes and the dragons. He had also been hesitant, but honest in informing her that the Northerners hated the Targaryens. Though, Ser Barristan had pointed out that she had four dragons and magic, which she had used to save the two youngest Stark and Winterfell from the Ironborn. Torrhen also conceded that she was Ned Stark's foster child, which might be enough for people to accept her – if or when they found out.

Torrhen had assured her that nothing changed between them. She was still his King's sister and he would protect her until his last breath. Although Elsa was more than grateful for his easy acceptance, she also couldn't help but notice the changes in his behaviour. The two had formed a tentative friendship before he heard Ser Barristan. After that though, he'd started to maintain a distance. In addition to treating her as if she was the queen, he'd entirely stopped the friendly conversations they used to have.

Resting her back against the weirwood tree, she looked at the sky. The sun had yet to rise, but uncomfortable, she hadn't been able to sleep. Unbidden her thoughts flew to Jon and her mood plummeted. She had written him about the war, about how Robb was all alone and she'd also written about Theon's betrayal, but hadn't received a reply to any one of them. Elsa knew he was fine, could feel it in her bones – which was why she'd decided not to write anymore. Becoming the man of night's watch was what he wanted, but it was clear that, unlike uncle Benjen, he did not wish to be 'disturbed'.

She didn't realize, she'd been crying until Aeghar lifted his head and trilled up at her questioningly. Unable to help herself, she kissed his muzzle, got up and was about to call it a day, when she heard a noise. Aeghar too must've heard something because he too stood up, his eyes sharp and vigilant, ready for the kill. Instantly on alert, she pulled out the dagger and looked around for the source of the sound.

"Harry?" A voice called.

"Who is it?" Elsa asked, still unable to search for the owner.

The feminine voice was now frantic as it gasped, "Harry!?"

"Who's there?" Elsa commanded and behind her, Aeghar roared furiously. "Show yourself!"

"Harry?!" The voice was urgent as it asked again, "Is that you?"

She searched, but there was no one around and just as she was about to call either Torrhen or Ser Barristan, her eyes fell on the weirwood and she sucked in a harsh breath. There, right on the bark of the tree was a woman staring back at her with eyes that held a certain madness in them. Elsa stumbled back, away from the face on the tree and ended up falling on her bottom in her haste. Unconsciously, her fingers gripped Aeghar's scales and her mind whirled as she stared back wide-eyed. 'How – how was this even possible?'

"W-who…?" she managed to croak out.

"HARRY?!" The voice in the tree screeched with what seemed like excitement.

Just as abruptly, the face faded and Elsa was left staring at nothing but the tree again, but not before the woman assured, "I'll find you, Harry!"

Elsa blinked, breathing rapidly as if she'd run miles. The woman in the tree was rather plain-looking with brown eyes and bushy brown hair. She also noticed belatedly that the woman's hair had some greys in it which would make her at least thirty and five, if not older. Elsa was certain, she hadn't met the woman before, but there was something about her… something familiar, something just out of her grasp. Was it similar to one of those times when she'd seen her parents or Lyanna's spirits?

Aeghar trilled at her and she shook her head, more than ready to leave the bizarre experience behind. Her last thought on the woman being – 'she should've told her was that her name wasn't Harry'.

Winterfell

She'd already told Master Luwin and Bran why she needed to leave. Her brother hadn't been happy but had taken courage in the fact that Robb had sent Dacey Mormont and Patrek Mallister along with five hundred men to protect Winterfell. Now that they were here, Elsa was unwilling to delay her journey. From what she'd heard, it might take at least two moons to get to Dorne, if they moved without delay and took the kingsroad.

The Martells were believed to be able to raise fifty thousand soldiers and Robb needed men to win the war against Lannister's. She wasn't naïve and knew that Dorne could very well refuse to enter a war which they weren't a part of, but she remembered her mother's words very well – 'My brother, Oberyn will do all he can to support you.'

Everyone in Westeros knew that Oberyn Martell, the second prince of Dorne, thirsted to revenge his sister and her children even to this day. If she succeeded in proving to the Red Viper that she was indeed Rhaenys, the daughter of his sister Elia, he might add much-needed numbers to Robb's army. It was also known that the Mountain killed Elia Martell and her children. She'd also heard father talking to uncle Benjen once that – 'Gregor Clegane works for Tywin Lannister out of loyalty. The Lannisters are his liege lords and one of their most prized commanders. The mountain would never go against his master. One of the main reasons Robert married Cersei Lannister was that the dragonspawn's were dead because of them.'

If they believed her, Prince Oberyn would get his revenge and Robb would get Sansa and Arya back. Master Luwin had said correctly that Robb wouldn't be happy with her decision, but if going to Dorne helped, then she didn't care what her brother said.

Having to say goodbye to Bran had been difficult, but saying goodbye to her youngest brother almost broke her heart. Rickon had been in a foul mood ever since she'd told him that she needed to leave Winterfell. He had been neglected the most because of the war – when all he wanted was his family together. He was scared that his family won't return like his father hadn't. She'd sat him down and explained that she was leaving, so she could help Robb and their family could return sooner.

Rickon's eyes narrowed and he demanded angrily, "Father and mother left. Robb too! Why does everyone leave? Why don't we stick together?"

Any reason for leaving a young child without the security and love of his family wasn't good enough. Elsa sighed, eyes closing. When she opened them, they were pained and there was a grimace on her lips and she said tenderly, "None of us should've left Winterfell. But now that they have, I will make sure they return home safely."

His lower lip trembled as he muttered, "You promised you'll stay with me."

"I will be back along with Robb, Sansa, Arya and your mother." She promised, hoping to soothe the hurt and uncertainty brimming inside the youngest Stark.

Rickon's eyes filled with tears, fingers digging into Shaggy's fur as he asked in a little voice, "You'll bring Robb back?"

"I'll try." She told him truthfully, knowing how close Rickon was to Robb. "But I promise I'll come back."

"Mother said the same." He said with a scowl, tugging Shaggy's fur harder that made the direwolf growl deep in his throat.

Elsa cradled his little face in her hands and said, "I'm taking the dragons along, so they can eat Robb's enemies and I can bring him back."

Rickon's eyes widened at her words, but finally, he giggled.

"You promise you'll be back?" he asked tentatively.

"I promise." She told him with a smile before adding, "Until then, Robb has sent Lady Mormont and Ser Patrek to take care of you."

"I'll take care of Bran and Shaggy and Summer." He told her reverently, letting go of Shaggy's fur and his small arms winded around her neck as he clung to her. She held him carefully and she placed a kiss on his wild curly hair.

Essos

Clutching the letter in hand, Daenerys stared at the man unblinkingly.

"Everyone knows that the twins were killed with their mother. Their bodies were displayed for all the Targaryen loyalists to see, on a plinth in one of King's Landing's larger squares." Ser Jorah clarified desperately, flinching the way her eyes burned and continued, "Robert Baratheon still wanted you dead, my queen."

"You think it to be a ploy then?" She asked instead. "A pretender?"

Ser Jorah thought for a moment before speaking, "The letter says that she was saved and fostered by Ned Stark – a man known as an honourable fool, who lost his head because of his principles."

"A man who also called the usurper his brother," Daenerys stated bluntly.

"Aye." He advised. "We should tread carefully."

The exiled princess looked at her dragons, sleeping peacefully in their cages. She wasn't happy, Ser Jorah had hidden the news, but she understood his reasoning. He received the letter just before her children were born. It had been a long time – nearly a year, but the girl who claimed to be her brother's daughter hadn't written again. What if the girl was telling the truth? What if she wasn't the last dragon alive? She was Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen and she was going to find out if the girl truly was her niece, Rhaenys Targaryen. If so, the two of the Targaryens would claim the throne together. If not, she would make sure the girl, Elsa, would burn along with the ones who conspired against her.

She looked at Ser Jorah and warned, "You will never hide anything of such importance from me again."

The man looked at the floor and nodded. Satisfied, she turned around to search for a parchment. She had a letter to respond to.

Arya's Pov

"Tywin Lannister," she told him resolutely.

Arya had spent many fortnights studying the seasoned warlord and knew this would end the war. People might think of Joffrey as the king, but he was nothing but a cruel bastard, who knew nothing about fighting. Tywin Lannister gave orders and everyone obeyed. He was cunningly smart, ruthless and he had the experience on his side, unlike Robb. The old man accepted openly that Robb was winning the war. What scared her were his next words – 'the wolf was young and honourable, which gave his opponents an advantage… because not all battles were fought on the field.'

She'd also heard the rumours about the wolf having a witch with 2 dragons on his side, but there hadn't been any proof, so Tywin had dismissed them saying that 'the young wolf would've won the war by now if that were the case.' Arya had stayed quiet, knowing that the dragons were just babes, though she wondered if they'd grown since she last saw them. She'd heard Joffrey bragging that the last dragon alive was no bigger than a small cat.

Shaking her head, she focused back on Jaqen H'ghar, who smiled at her like she was a particularly stupid child. Her heart was filled with dread as she waited for him to speak. Tywin Lannister was departing with his men, on his way to regroup, so he could find allies to kill Robb. The Young Wolf had become a bigger enemy than anyone had believed. He was young but brave and a natural on the battlefield. He had managed to lead armies, while Tywin's grandchild sat on the throne throwing tantrums. The possibility of respecting Robb had disgusted Tywin. Lions despised Wolves. And in return, Wolves despised Lions as well. But Arya knew the Lion was a loner, while the Wolf worked in packs. The Lion was prideful and had no qualms about using fraud and deception to earn glory. Tywin said himself that he could hire an assassin or pay someone who would willingly betray the young Stark for promises of richness, lands and titles.

"A girl gives a name…" he trailed off just as the sound of horses galloping reached them.

"How long does it take you to kill him?" She asked urgently, naively hoping that he would kill her family's enemy before the man could harm her brother.

Jaqen leaned his back against the solid wall of rock behind him and answered with a shrug, "A minute. An hour. A month. Death is certain. The moment is not."

"But I need it to be done now! He will kill my brother." She cried out, knowing it to be the only goal in Tywin's mind.

"Tis a man cannot do." He told her simply.

Her anger rose and she told him desperately, "You promised you'd help me."

"Help was not promised, lovely girl. Only death. There must be others." Jaqen reminded calmly. "A girl needs to give the Red God a name. Any name."

She was furious by his habit of speaking in riddles and now, his refusal to kill Tywin Lannister. She'd given him a name already! He was not a soldier, but an assassin, someone who could easily kill Tywin Lannister before he could kill her brother. An idea weaved through her mind and she asked with a straight face, "Any name? And you'll kill them."

"By the Seven Gods and the countless Old Gods." He promised easily. "I swear it."

"All right," she muttered, smiling to herself as she approached him. Leaning closer, she whispered the next words in his ear, "Jaqen H'ghar."

His eyes turned to look at her coldly and he asked incredulously, "A girl gives a man his own name? Gods are not to be mocked. This is not a joking thing."

"I'm not joking. A man can go kill himself." She told him calmly.

Glaring at her, he ordered, "Un-name me."

"No," she replied determinedly.

His tone remained the same, even as he begged, "Please?"

She pretended to think for a moment before nodding once. "I'll un-name you."

He leaned against the wall with uttered relief and said, "Thank you."

But she wasn't finished and added, "If you help me and my friends escape."

He snorted before looking at the guards and stated, "This will require more than one life. This is not part of our bargain."

"Fine. Jaqen H'ghar," she stated, making it clear that she abided by her rules, just like he did by his own. Her time with Tywin Lannister had taught her that you always need a second plan in case the first one fails because, in the end, it would ensure your survival.

"A girl lacks honour." He told her with a glare.

'A girl wants to go home and a girl wants her family safe.' She didn't say it aloud, merely held his gaze until he finally gave in and spoke with utter annoyance, "If I do this, a girl must obey."

"A girl will obey," she jibed, but instead of being furious or annoyed, Jaqen seemed amused and said, "A girl and her friends will go through the gates at midnight."

Robb's Tent in the Riverlands

As soon as his eyes fell on Lady Talisa, he stood up. Roose Bolton left with a sigh, not that he bothered looking at his bannerman. He noticed that her long hair was in tied a braid with a few framing her face. She was wearing a simple gown that accentuated her curves perfectly. Her eyes glowed as she smiled at him softly and her rosy lips moved to address him. "Your grace."

He nodded back, unsure what she was doing here at this hour. He didn't have to wait long as she asked, "How are you?"

"How am I?" He scoffed. He noticed that her eyes were crinkled at the corners and her face was filled with worry, but he couldn't help himself and stated angrily, "I've had to arrest my mother because she betrayed my trust. The Lannisters have my sisters. The man I considered my closest friend tried to seize my home and my brothers. I'm fighting a war and I don't know if I should march south or north."

She looked at the ground and apologised, "I'm sorry. It was a stupid question. I'm sorry."

"No." He shook his head and spoke tiredly, "Forgive me. You're being kind. I have no right."

She looked him straight in the eyes and said, "You have every right. You're a king."

He walked closer to her and said with a frown, "That's not the kind of king I want to be."

"What kind do you want to be?" she asked softly.

Deciding, that Lady Talisa wasn't here to mock him and was genuinely curious, he told her truthfully, "I don't know. The good kind. Most kings grew up as princes. They spend their whole lives preparing for the crown. I was raised to be Lord of Winterfell."

"I was raised to be a proper little lady, to play the harp and dance the latest steps and recite Valyrian poetry." She informed him with a smile.

He smiled back and said, "I'd like to hear you play the harp."

"No. No, you would not." She told him with such seriousness, that he laughed. Talisa grinned before composing herself and asked, "I've heard rumours that you have dragons. Is it true?"

Her other question took him by surprise, but for some reason, he decided to trust her. It wasn't a secret anyway. Most of his men knew, so he nodded. "Aye. My sister hatched them from dragon eggs."

Confused, she asked, "Your sister?"

"My father found her as a babe, abandoned and alone, so he brought her to Winterfell." He smiled fondly before adding, "She's just as important to me than Sansa or Arya."

"You already are a better king than anyone we've ever seen." She spoke, startling him, but continued, "You're just and honourable, just the king this country needs."

Not a moment ago, he was filled with fury, but right now, Robb felt as if his heart would burst out of his chest any moment. He moved closer to the woman standing in front of him, until they were a breath's apart and whispered, "I don't want to marry the Frey girl."

"I don't want you to marry her. But you needed that bridge. I hope it's a very beautiful bridge."

She didn't stop him when he plundered her mouth with his own. Robb couldn't stop the fire that burned inside him when she tugged at the laces of his trousers and pushed her hand inside, taking hold of his cock in her soft fingers, making him moan. He in turn ended up ripping her gown and she pushed him on the floor before straddling his hips.

Somewhere between Harrenhal and Riverland

"My grandfather is a lord. He'll protect us." Arya informed Hot Pie and Gendry when they heard a noise. An arrow flew right beside her head and a man's voice, filled with mockery called, "What's lurking behind that wall? A lion? A wolf?"

"Maybe we should shoot a few more arrows." Another man japed.

Arya knew the three of them didn't stand a chance against a large group of men. Maybe they could've found a way if it wasn't for hot pie, but she dismissed the thought. They'd been walking all through the night without food. They were tired, hungry and thirsty. Even with Gendry's strength and her skills with the sword, the chances of triumph were non-existent. But what if she pretended to be a scared girl? That might save their lives, so she rushed out from her hiding spot, brandished needle at the men and demanded, "Don't."

The man took a swig from his pouch and said, "Put the sword down, girl."

She ignored him and ordered, "You're going down the road. Keep on singing so we know where you are. Leave us be, and I won't kill you."

Even as his companions laughed, amusement danced within his eyes and he remarked, "Generous. You are dangerous. I like dangerous people. But why…"

Whatever he spoke next was blocked out by a loud shriek, for it couldn't be called anything else. The men's laughter died as all their eyes snapped up to see two large shapes – too big to be a raven or any other bird, flying overhead. Joy filled Arya's heart because if the dragons were here, her family or at least, Elsa was nearby. She heard the sound of galloping and her eyes fell on the old man riding the horse. Behind him were two riders – a young man following a figure hidden by a cloak.

"Thoros." The old man addressed, one of his hands on the hilt of his sword as he asked, "What's happening here?"

"Ser Barristan." The drunk seemed surprised, but before he could say anything, there was another shriek, even louder, closer as the dragons circled the sky above. Arya noticed with glee as everyone around her paled and the man who had been talking to her all but stuttered, "Wh-what?"

"It's not possible."

"It can't be."

Hot Pie nearly pissed himself as he trembled and squeaked out, "Is that – is that...? A – a dragon!?"

Gendry along with others was staring wide-eyed as the large winged creature dived down, landing swiftly despite his weight and size between the three figures on horses and the men, who looked ready to pass out. Another dragon landed beside him, though smaller, it was no less intimidating. Arya recognised them immediately – jade-green scales and bronze eyes; while sapphire blue scales and golden eyes.

The two dragons stared down at the men before roaring their fury and they all had to cover their ears because of it.

Arya couldn't believe they'd grown so much in the time she's left Winterfell. Unable to control her happiness any longer, she rushed forward with a shriek of her own, "Elsa!"

"Are you mad?", "Get back here!" and "Arya?!"

There were different voices, but she ignored them in favour of finding her sister.

The dragon with blue scales opened his mouth and a huff of smoke escaped making everyone stumble away when a figure dismounted gracefully from the horse and rushed in front of the huge jaw before hissing something which no one understood. Much to everyone's surprise, the dragon snapped his jaw shut and leaned into the woman's touch when she petted its scales.

Arya didn't think it possible, but the men paled further. Ignoring the two men flanking Elsa, she didn't even bother looking at anyone and was off like a shot. Her eyes watered and then she was in her sister's arms, clutching tightly onto her and shaking with tremors. Elsa held her sister closer and closed her eyes with relief that Arya was safe.

"I got you. You're safe now." She muttered into the young girl's messy hair.

Arya refused to let go, but Elsa moved so she was standing in front of the girl, much to her sister's ire. Torrhen and Ser Barristan had moved in case someone decided to attack despite the two dragons between them. She opened her eyes to look at the men, who were still gawking at her children and asked in an authoritative voice, "What were you doing with my sister?"

"Ser Selmy has known me for a long time. He can assure you – I've never harmed a child, nor were we going to harm your sister, my lady." The drunk man had sobered up by now, his eyes filtering between the dragons, Elsa and Ser Barristan. "Thoros of Myr."

Elsa kept her eyes on the man and asked, "Do you know him, Ser Barristan?"

"Aye, princess." Ser Selmy replied, "He was a part of King Robert's court."

Thoros stared at the girl for quite some time. For centuries now, ever since the doom of Valaria, the Targaryens were the only dragonriders to survive. He sucked in a harsh breath when he realised who the girl was. Her eyes were that of Prince Rhaegar's and her hair was as dark as Princess Elia's, for the Mad King's children were known to have silver hair. How? He couldn't help himself as he stared with awe and gasped aloud, "You're a Targaryen. Prince Rhaegar's daughter? But – but it can't be…"

"Thoros…" Ser Barristan started but was stopped when Elsa spoke firmly, "The girl you were threatening is Arya Stark of House Stark and these lands belong to her brother, the King in the North. If you know what's good for you, you will do as Lord Stark commanded… without telling anyone of what you saw."

Her tone was cold and threatening, sending a shiver down his spine. Not to mention the creepy eyes staring at him were enough for him to do as the princess bid. It would not do him good if he were to inform her that he was present in the Red Keep when the bodies of Elia Martell and her 'twins' were presented to King Robert. He wondered who saved her and if her twin lived as well. He also pitied the babes who were slaughtered in the Targaryen name. Thoros wasn't a fool and knew undoubtedly that if the young wolf had a Targaryen, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne by his side along with four dragons, there was no way the Lannisters would come out alive.

He sank on his knee, uncaring of the dirt, bowed his head and said, "Forgive us, princess. Lord Stark had been nothing but kind. As the hand of the late King Robert Baratheon, Eddard Stark charged me and Lord Beric Dondarrion with to restore peace and bring King's justice onto Gregor Clegane and execute him for treason and murder of smallfolk of Riverlands."

Elsa kept a hand on her back, even as she asked coldly, "Is that so?"

At the same time, Arya froze before turning to glare at him and yelled, "Lord Stark is dead!"

Thoros inclined his head in agreement, but told them honestly, "The Brotherhood Without Banners was formed because of Lord Stark and we will honour his words."

He noticed Ser Barristan muttering something in her ear, but he was more focused on the fact that despite being petite like her mother or grandmother, the princess carried herself with grace and strength. 'Though anyone with four dragons will have the latter', he mused. She was too young, but he could see her ruling the seven kingdoms with a mix of elegance and ruthlessness. How much she took after her grandfather was yet to be seen… because if she inherited the Targaryen madness, all was lost.

She nodded once at whatever the old man had told her before announcing, "I will let you go on Ser Barristan's insistence, but if you proved yourself to be a deceiver, there will be no mercy."

The men nodded before leaving quickly.

EN: Done with Season 2. Yayy. Now, we can move on to better things. I have many plans for Season 4. :P

Also, to those who asked to read an explicit continuation of the last scene in Chapter 8, you can read A Night in Castle Black. It has been posted separately for obvious reasons and it's entirely your choice if you want to read it or not. :D