Daenerys raced after the younger Stark daughter. Trying to catch her before she reached Jon. They probably attracted stares as they raced through Winterfell, hopefully most people were still too hungover to care. But it was too late. She caught up just as Arya burst into Jon's chambers.

Jon whirled as they entered, he had been in the process of dressing, a fresh shirt still in his hands. Arya paled at the sight of his chest, the black veins and dragon glass standing out against his pale flesh in the morning sun. They looked so much worse in the light of day.

"It's true." Arya whispered, staring at his chest in horror. Daenerys shut the door. No one could hear this. "You're really the new Night King." Jon stared wordlessly at his sister in horror. Before he turned his gaze to Daenerys.

"You swore you wouldn't tell." His voice was colder than ice. "You promised!" For just a moment, his eyes flashed that horrible icy blue. Surprisingly, Arya was the one to step between them.

"She had every right to tell me you bloody idiot! I'm your sister! What was your plan, wait until a bunch of ice spikes sprouted from your head?" The room seemed to grow colder as the brother and sister stared each other down in a tense stand-off. Daenerys noticed, and stepped around Arya, reaching out she grabbed Jon's hands only for a icy, burning pain made her gasp and stumble back, clutching her hands to her chest. Jon jumped and stared down at his own hands, he hadn't noticed the thin layer of ice that had formed around them and was now creeping up his forearms. Arya was immediately at Daenerys's side prying her hands open, the skin on her palms was bright red, Daenerys winced as pain shot through her hands as Arya prodded them for a moment. Jon looked completely horrified.

"Dany, I swear I didn't mean to-." He collapsed to the floor clutching his chest, pain shooting through him. He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to breathe. On his chest the black veins visibly grew. Daenerys and Arya could only watch in horror as Jon tried to fight his curse. His eyes shot open, instead of the familiar grey, almost black, his eyes glowed the frozen blue that would haunt the survivors of the Long Night for the rest of their lives. Daenerys rushed to his side, cradling his head in her hands. Ignoring the pain as best she could.

"Jon listen to me. You are not alone. I'm here, Arya is here. It was an accident. I am fine. Listen to me, breathe Jon." After what felt like hours, Jon finally seemed to return, the blue faded and the familiar grey returned. Daenerys hugged Jon close, not relaxing herself until she felt his arm wrap around her waist. Arya knelt down next to the couple.

"Jon, I'm sorry." She said softly, "when Daenerys told me, I didn't think it was possible. I didn't think Bran could do that to you."

"Whatever that thing was, it had Bran's face, but it wasn't him. I'm afraid Bran's been gone a long time. We were to blind too blind to realize it." Jon muttered. He sighed and pulled Daenerys to the side. His hand going to the unnoticeable bump, Dany placed her smaller hand atop his. "Arya, there's more I have to tell you." Daenerys looked up at him silently. She understood what secret would next be revealed.

"No more secrets until we get some bloody food." Arya groaned, jumping to her feet. "And I already know about the baby."

"It's not that." Jon replied dryly. "Arya, before we do anything else, swear that you won't tell anyone. Especially Sansa." Arya froze by the door and turned back to Jon.

"I swear, I will not tell Sansa. I'm starting to think you may have been right to not fully trust her. But Jon, we're a pack. That includes your queen now too." She nodded towards Daenerys. "You won't be alone in this; I will do whatever it takes to help you." With that she ducked out the door in search of some breakfast.

Daenerys turned to Jon as he stood and finished dressing.

"You're going to tell her about your mother." She stated.

"Aye." He said softly. Daenerys stood and helped him with his gambeson.

"I'm sorry about breaking my promise. But I thought it was the right thing to do, Jon, you can't carry this burden alone. You've had to do that all your life. Now you need to let others bear the weight with you." Jon nodded. But remained silent. "You are a good man. You will not be alone anymore." Jon grabbed her hand and brought it up, kissing her ice-burned palm.

"Neither will you Dany."

Arya returned carrying three trenchers full of porridge, crusty brown bread, and bacon. She set them on the table in Jon's solar. As the three sat to eat Arya also tossed Daenerys a pouch.

"I ran into your handmaid. She told me to remind you to drink your tea, unless you want to spend the rest of the day with a chamber pot. My words, not her's. She's very polite, your maid." Daenerys smiled fondly at the little packet full of herbs.

"She is so much more than just my maid. Missandei is my best friend, my sister."

"How exactly did you meet?" Daenerys launched into the story of how she freed the Unsullied back in Astapor. Once she had finished, Arya studied her carefully.

"You really are not what I had thought you were Dragon Queen."

"I'm glad I can defy your expectations Lady Arya." Jon smiled at the two, absentmindedly pulling apart the bread.

"I remember Ser Barrastian from when I was in Kings Landing. He seemed a good man." Arya was saying.

"He was. I learned so much about my mother from him, about my brother, about my father. He was the first one to tell me the stories about his madness."

"If I can be honest Daenerys."

"Please. I would greatly value honesty."

"If he had lived, Ser Barrastian should have been your hand not Tyrion Lannister." Daenerys's smile fell.

"Yes Arya, I think you are right. Barrastian would have been a much better hand. Tyrion advising me has led to nothing but losses on my side. If it wasn't for Jon speaking up during the planning. The Dothraki would have been lost in the Long Night." She said looking at her lover fondly. Jon simply shrugged.

"It was common sense. A head on cavalry assault would have been disastrous." Jon stated tearing another piece of bread off and tossing it on the table. Arya frowned, noticing Jon hadn't eaten anything.

"What's wrong? It's food in winter. You should probably eat." Jon sighed and simply handed the trencher to Dany.

"I can't."

"What?"

"I can't eat Arya. Everything turns to ash in my mouth. Same with anything I drink." Arya looked horrified.

"Anything?" Jon grimaced.

"Meat seems to be ok. It seems like the more it's cooked, the harder it is for me to get down." To bring home the point he took a small bite of blackened bacon and grimaced.

"Fuck. Jon, we must do something." Arya stood up and began to pace, "At least you aren't the icy fucker. At least not yet."

"And he never will be." Daenerys spoke up. "Jon. You should tell her." Jon sighed and rubbed his chest.

"Arya, I want you to know that you will always be my sister, no matter my blood." Arya was beginning to feel nervous. "Roberts's Rebellion was a lie. Lyanna Stark wasn't kidnapped or raped by Rhaegar Targaryen. They ran away together and married in secret. Lyanna died giving birth to their son, me." Arya stood completely still, just staring at Jon. "That's why I'm not like the old Night King. I don't just have blood of the First Men. I have dragons blood as well. Ice and Fire. The Three-Eyed Raven seemed to think that this would make me stronger than the old Night King."

"Father lied to us." Arya whispered, her eyes beginning to glisten. "He lied to mother. He allowed you to be mistreated for years then sent to the Wall away from us to rot and die all alone, just to keep that fat whore-monger on the throne!" Jon stood and took Arya by the shoulders.

"Arya, please. I was furious with father when I found out. But remember the stories of what happened to Elia and her children? Robert would have done the same thing to me. The child of the woman who spurned him, one of the last heirs to the throne." Jon released Arya. "Rhaegar might have fathered me. But Ned Stark raised me. He will always be my father just as you will always be my sister." Arya let out a sob hugging Jon tight.

"And you will always be my brother." Daenerys smiled softly at the two subtly wiping a tear from her eye. She had never had that sort of connection with Viserys. Maybe when they had been younger, before he turned bitter. But that was a long time ago and Viserys was long dead.

"What happens next?" Arya asked. In that moment Jon looked truly exhausted.

"We focus on the last War. Worry about the rest when Cersei is defeated." Arya looked at Jon incredulously.

"That's never going to happen. First people are going to notice you looking like a walking dead man. Then they'll notice you not eating. Finally, what happens if that ice thing happens again?" Jon remained silent.

"Arya is right Jon. People will notice if you stop eating or look unwell." Daenerys said, trying to push the trencher back to him. Jon just shook his head.

"I fought wights during the battle that looked better than you do right now." Arya said rather bluntly. Then she fell silent, staring at her brother intently. "You said that you could tolerate cooked meat."

"Barely." Jon muttered. Arya hummed, still staring. Jon shifted uncomfortably under her intense gaze.

"I have an idea. I'll be back." Arya stood and grabbed the bundle with Daenerys's tea. "I'll also grab some water while I'm at it." Then she was gone. Jon looked confused. Daenerys stood and began to pace, her hand going to her stomach. Finally, she stopped and turned back to Jon.

"I think we will also need to tell our advisors." Jon shot out of his seat.

"Dany no!" She lifted her hand, cutting him off.

"Not all of them. Especially not Tyrion or Varys, or Sansa. But Davos, Missandei, perhaps Tormund and Grey Worm as well. People we trust completely and who we know are truly loyal."

"You no longer trust Tyrion?" Daenerys shook her head.

"I think trusting him in the beginning was one of my biggest mistakes. He will never really betray his family. He's also not as clever as he thinks." Jon groaned and sat back down.

"The less who know the better."he said half heartedly.

"They would also be allies in keeping your change a secret. Along, with the truth of your parents."

Jon chuckled darkly.

"I feel like we keep having the same conversation over and over." Daenerys couldn't help but grin, sitting down on Jon's lap.

"And we will keep having it until you get it through that thick northern head of yours." She said gently knocking the side of his head with a loose fist. Jon smiled, a real smile eyes and all, he grabbed her wrist and gently brought it to his lips, kissing her pulse. Never taking his eyes from hers. Daenerys leaned forward her wrist still clutched in Jon's firm grip when the door once again burst open and Arya strode back in carrying two mugs. The two lovers instinctively leapt away from each other. Jon, glaring daggers at his sister.

"Learn to bloody knock!" Arya shrugged and handed Daenerys one of the mugs only to stop then hand her the other. Daenerys frowned taking the cup from the Stark girl.

"Trust me you really don't want this one." Before turning to Jon. "This is for you."

Arya smiled slyly sliding the mug across the table.

"Try it." She spoke. Whatever it was, it smelled… not horrible to Jon. Hesitantly, Jon took the mug glancing at Daenerys who sipped her comforting herbal tea, then back at Arya.

"What exactly is it?"

"Blood." Jon slammed the mug down. Daenerys set her tea down staring at the Jon's mug.

"Blood?" Her stomach heaved, and Daenerys suddenly thought back to the ceremony in Vaes Dothrak, eating the raw horse heart, the stench of the raw meat, the overwhelming taste on her tongue. "How did you even think of that?" Daenerys asked blocking out the memory, while also realizing she would no doubt have to go through the same ritual again with the child in her womb. Would Jon be there as Drogo had been so many years ago? She hoped beyond hope that he would. Arya was speaking, bringing Daenerys out of her thoughts.

"It was simple. You said that you could eat meat all right. But it was harder the more it was cooked, so obviously try it raw. It was either the blood or bringing up a slab of uncooked meat. The blood was less noticeable." Arya folded her arms and squared her shoulders and stared down her brother. "Try it."

"Arya no."

Arya rolled her eyes.

"It's not human or anything. I just borrowed a chicken from the kitchens." Jon glared at the mug but finally picked it up and raised it to his lips, taking a small sip. "Well?" Jon set the mug down, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, refusing to look at the cup. He looked over at his sister and Daenerys.

"It's not…" He hesitated. "I can taste it. Let's just leave it at that." Arya grinned and looked over at Daenerys seemingly proud her off the cuff idea worked.

Daenerys watched Jon pick up the cup of blood again and take a deeper drink this time. His color was already returning though, he still looked unwell. She reached out and took his free hand into hers, it was still so cold. One problem was solved, a thousand more seemed to remain.