Jon

He was nervous to meet Joanna when he heard she was coming to Winterfell. He was unsure how he was to speak to her, she would surely spend time with his siblings. He was usually made to stay away from highborns during their visits, but the princess would stay with them from now on. Jon dreaded the thought that he would now have to stay away from his siblings whenever they would be around the princess. Spending time with his brothers and sisters, even Sansa, was his greatest joy, that filled the void left by his bastardy, his lack of purpose in life. A small part of him flared with anger at the princess as he watched her descend from the carriage after his initial shock had passed, though guilt steeled up as he saw the nervousness in the girl's face.

As always, he sat away from the high table during the feast. It wasn't as bad as his father had feared, at least he had his peace and quiet away from the games of the high Lords that visited Winterfell.

After the feast, he snuck off towards Robb's room to have a quick word before they turned in when he heard a loud thud from a room that usually remained unoccupied. Wirried, he knocked on 5he door to see if he could be of assistance, not even thinking who could be on the other side.

"Yes?" asked a small, quiet voice.

"I'm sorry, I heard a thud," Jon answered.

"Come in".

He entered and his mouth fell agape, it was the princess. She was kneeling over a pile of spilled drawings. She stared at him wide eyed and open mouthed, which confused Jon.

"Your Grace.. I.." he began nervously.

"I dropped my drawings, I'm alright" she interrupted quickly, still staring at him. "Thank you".

"May i help, your Grace?" Jon asked politely, trying to clear the tension between them. The princess hesitated then nodded slowly. He bent down to help her and saw how vivid the drawings were. Roads, mountains and rivers were drawn carefully in colors with detail that made them almost life-like. But then he picked up another drawing, black and blue flames enveloped a horrific figure, blue eyes surrounded by dark scales and a grinning, danged mouth of a dragon ready to crawl out of the darkness. For a single moment Jon thought it was moving and nearly yelped. He looked at Joanna and he saw the same fear. Why had she drawn this?

"You have talent, your Grace '' he said, trying to forget the drawing. He knelt down to pick up the last one but she snatched it from him.

"I thank you," she said politely. Then her eyes lit up curiously"What's your name?"

Jon's heart sank. Most visitors stopped talking to him when they found he was a bastard. He hesitated before answering.

"Jon Snow, your Grace" he said timidly, deciding to bow as she stared. He was surprised to see her smile at him.

"I hope to see you soon, Jon. Is your room in this wing?"

"No, your Grace" he said, surprised she was still speaking to him. "I was going to visit Robb when I heard you ''.

"Thank you for your help" she said, nodding politely. Took this as permission to leave, bowed again and left, but they exchanged another smile and Jon felt warm. Maybe things wouldn't change too much for him, and it might even be fun to have her around.

His assurances to his father later that evening that he didn't mind his sitting at the feast were true yet he feared despite it all what would become of him during his regular meals that Joanna would now share with his family. He mentioned it in passing to his father, hoping to get him to give him an answer but his father didn't seem to notice and bid him goodnight. Jon hardly slept that night, worry creeping in despite his assurances to himself that his father would not allow it.

The next morning, he made his way down to break his fast when one of the guards found him.

"Lady Catelyn wishes for you to break your fast in the kitchen today" he said, his eyes gleaming in pity as Jon's world darkened. It finally dawned that on him how stupid he had been, of course a bastsrd would not be allowed to be sit by the Princess's side. He was unworthy, a motherless creature of lust and sin who would never be able to sit by his betters. Blinking back tears, he nodded to the guard.

He walked towards the kitchen in silence and asked for his meal. He sat on an old table and ate quietly, his appetite gone. He was almost on the verge of tears when Arya burst into the kitchen laughing.

"The Princess says that you can sit with us all!" she cried out. And Jon's heart leapt in joy and relief as he went with Arya to sit with his family. His father looked relieved while Lady Catelyn was shocked. Joanna simply smiled politely and he smiled back.

He joined the others later as they showed her around Winterfell and Arya so it fit to start a snowball fight. Soon they were all laughing and playing like always and Joanna played with them, laughing for what sounded like the first time in a long time. He liked to hear her laugh because it suited her, which was why he let Robb convince him to play a prank on her and their siblings. He endured diving into a bag of flour and waiting for what seemed like hours until Robb managed to convince them to come down into the crypts without Lord Stark. He tried hard not to laugh when he stepped out of the tomb calling for blood, and he received a hard punch from Arya in return. But it was worth it to see the relief and laughter on their faces, even after they were met by a crying Sansa and a furious Lady Catelyn.

Time passed and Joanna settled more and more into being and Winterfell. She slowly became less formal and had shown herself to be quite witty. She made drawings of all of them and Jon found she captured his brooding eyes quite well. She told them stories of her life in the South, but Jon found she seemed to act odd when speaking about her family. She gave basic answers about her father, and seemed unwilling to talk about her mother and brother. Jon had heard tales of the lions from the West and wondered whether that was the reason.

Nearly a year after the birth of Rickon, Jon was on his way to the Godswood when he found himself face to face with Theon Greyjoy, who was smirking as usual. Gods, why his brother could spend time with the Ironborn was beyond him.

"Come to pray to your heathen gods, Snow?" he asked snidely.

"They are heathen to you, Greyjoy" said Jon angrily. "I would disrespect them in the Godswood".

"Damn trees" scoffed Theon. "And who do you think you are to tell me what to do, bastard".

At the sound of the word Jon tightened his fist. Greyjoy noticed that and smiled.

"Don't like that word, do you? It's what you are Snow, what you were born. A bastard born to a whore who made the great Ned Stark forget his honor for a single moment. Why he keeps such scum by his side I don't know. She must have been a good one..." he laughed.

Jon was on the verge of throwing himself at him, his comment on his mother lighting a fire inside him, but they were both cut short by a voice.

"Greyjoy!"

They turned to see Joanna come towards them. She had taken to tying her hair back in a tail and it suited her, and she was wearing a warm Northern coat that made her look as Northern as any woman in Winterfell. Her green cat like eyes, usually knowledgeable and soft, were now piercing and deadly, turned in a sneer towards Greyjoy.

"Joanna..." the Ironborn began, steady but with an air of defiance.

Joanna smiled at him, but it wasn't her usual, sweet smile. It was the look of a lion ready to pounce on its prey after a game of cat and mouse and Jon was actually scared for a moment. If Greyjoy had secretly wet himself, Jon wouldn't have been surprised.

"It's "Your Grace" to you, Greyjoy" she said, her voice firm. She dislike being called that Jon had noticed, instead settling for her name or at times "princess".

Theon backed away slightly at her tone.

"Your Grace" he said,varying to sound charming but failing miserably, "Snow and I were just messing about..."

"Dont lie, Greyjoy, I heard everything" she hissed at him. "I don't like liars and bullies," her smile widened, "and neither does my father. Perhaps I should write to him about you and all those wonderful things you've been doing as a ...guest of House Stark''.

Theon's eyes widened in fear.

"Apologize," she said.

"I'm sorry, your Grace" Theon breathed.

"Not to me, Greyjoy" said Joanna dangerously.

Greyjoy's eyes darkened as he hesitated and turned to face Jon.

"I'm sorry, Snow" he practically spat out.

"Go on, Greyjoy" said Joanna, her eyes narrowing. "Now please".

Greyjoy did as bid, giving Jon a silent and quick glare, a promise of retribution and walk away.

Jon watched him go, then turned back to Joanna, whose eyes were now wide and sweet like always. She looked at him almost timidly, as if she'd embarrassed herself.

"Thank you" he told her after a moment.

"It's alright" she told him silently. She looked him in the eye.

"He wanted you to go for him, that's what he wanted. You know that right?"

"Yes" answered Jon, now feeling embarrassed at how he'd almost given in to Greyjoy's provocations. "It's just, I hate it when people talk about my mother like that".

"I understand," she said.

"You don't think she was that, do you ... you know?"

"I don't think your father would be with such a woman" she said after a surprisingly long moment's consideration. "People just assume that those women have all baseborns but that's not true. My half brother Edric was born to a noble woman"

"Do you ever think about your half siblings?" asked Jon curiously, wanting to know how she felt about her father's many bastards.

"Yes, I don't really think much of whether someone's baseborn or not, they're my blood aren't they?"

"Yes, I suppose they are, '' said Jon. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the Godswood, Lord Stark was busy so I went on my own."

"You shouldn't be out here alone," said Jon protectively.

"I'm not, I'm with you" she said, smiling slyly. "Would you mind if I join you?"

"I'm the one who should be asking permission from Your Grace".

"Don't call me that" she said quickly, then began to lead the way, making it clear she wanted to change the subject. He followed her through the eery Godswood in silence until they came to the Heart Tree.

"It's beautiful," said Joanna in awe, looking at the face in the wood.

"Yes it is," said Jon with a smile. "Would you mind if I pray for a moment?"

"No, I can leave if you want"

"No, of course not" he said, and she watched him fall to one knee and put his hand on the tree. She stayed silent as he prayed, but he felt her observant eyes on him. When he was finished he rose, and smiled at her.

"Would you like to see some more of the Godswood?" he asked.

"Yes please" she answered and he led her further down the treelines.

"Do you come here often?" she asked.

"Yes, I pray often here". He turned towards her. "Do you spend much time in the Sept?" he acted curiously. The Southern gods were strangers to him, but she felt curious as to how Joanna worshiped her gods. But she shook her head.

"I don't go there anymore. I went once at the start but no. Lady Catelyn and Septa Mordane aren't forcing me, but they do seem... surprised by my lack of devotion."

"Don't you like it there?" he asked surprised..the Godswood had always been a special place for him, and he assumed the Sept would be the same for her.

"I don't think I'm a true believer" she admitted, her head down. "I prayed a lot when I was younger, but few of the things I asked for came true".

"I see" he said seeing something was on her mind. "What did you pray for?" he asked after a moment.

She hesitated before she started to give her answer.

"For my mother and brother to..." her eyes widened as she stared ahead. "Jon..."

He followed her gaze and his breath came short. Staring out of the treeline's shadow were two pairs of eyes. They stared at them eerily and Jon could hear Joanna's breath shake.

He narrowed his eyes to get a closer look and he nearly screamed. There were two wolves staring at them from between the trees. But they couldn't be wolves. They were twice the size of any wolf Jon could imagine. His instincts told him to grab Joanna and run, but he knew better and instead reached out his hand for her to stay steady. He was surprised when she grabbed it firmly with her own but held it tight as they stared at the two beasts before them. But something in the wolves eyes changed as they stared at them. To Jon's shock they seemed to nod towards them. Then they made it into the deepness of the woods.

After they went, Jon and Joanna quietly turned and slowly walked back towards Winterfell. It was only when they were nearly at the gates that they let go of each other's hands.

The two humans stared at them with fear. They could feel it seeping from them. The girl took the boy's hand sharply and they both found comfort in each other.

The wolves knew that the fear would pass but not today. They were not ready for what was to come, but the day would come when they would be. They would have to be, for the night is dark and full of terrors, and Winter is Coming.

So the wolves simply nodded towards them, sensed their shock, and went further back into the darkness. The time would come. The time would come.

Dany

Lys

Her brother was angry again but she didn't know why. He came into their room ranting about how stupid Magister Bale was. The old man had taken them in with open arms abd had always been kind to them, yet her brother grew more and more frustrated with him. Dany on the other hand felt the man was more gracious than the other magisters that took them in.

"Old crook. Deceiver. After all he promised!" Viserys' rants grew only louder yet she could not get him to explain what had gone on between them. Instead he simply glared at her.

"The heir to the Iron Throne does not concern himself with silly questions sister" he spat, then stormed out of the room, promising to speak to the magister again. She signed sadly. She loved her brother, but the pain of being away from home had been consuming him fir years. She cursed the Usurper once again, cursed the Stark and the Arryn and all those that betrayed her father and ripped them from their home to be raised by strangers.

Tears stung her eyes and she fished in their chest and took out their mother's crown. It was a beautiful thing and it always made her feel less sad, even though Viserys hated her touching it. He would take it out at night and sleep with it clutched in his hands. He never let her take it though.

Dany sat down on her bed and sadly held it tight, her tears falling on top of it as she thought of her mother. Viserys told her it was her fault that she was gone. That she died birthing her and it was all her fault. If mother loved we'd be ready to go home now, Viserys told her. She was a dragon and would have helped me take back what's mine.

Dany's eyes blinked back the tears and closed as she fell asleep.

The battle field was long and bloody and fire was all around her yet it burned not. She stood beside a boy but it was not her brother.

"We're close, Dany," he said grimly.

"Close to what?" she asked.

"The end," he said, pointing across the battlefield. Sge should hear it roar in the darkness. The creature.

"What is it?" she asked the boy. Hr turned to look at her, eyes in tears.

"Death," he answered.

She opened her eyes to see her brother standing over her. His eyes were dry from tears and burning in anger as he took in the silver crown in her eyes.

"Get up," he whispered. "We're leaving".

Leaving? What did he mean?

"Viserys, I don't understand".

"We're leaving, you fool, Magister Bale told us to leave. We're leaving this damn city. We're heading to Qohor."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "No, I like Lys..."

He dragged her towards their chest, snatching the crown away from her.

"Pack" he snapped.

She did as bid, crying again. It didn't take long, for they had very little, and soon they were ready to leave, their room showing now trace of their presence. Like they were never there at all.

No they couldn't leave not again, not like the house with the red door. She let go of her brother's hand and ran towards Magister Bale's room. The old man was reading by a table and looked up. She flinched slightly, he had never looked at her that way.

"Magister, please, don't make us leave, why are you making us..." she said through tears.

He scoffed at her to her shock.

"Would you use 'are you' to me? When I took you in, I thought I was taking in a prince and a princess. Instead I get a half mad brat and a silly girl. I hoped to get something out of service to the Targaryens, I was patient, though some plan to retake the Iron Throne was in motion. All I get is a waste of coins. Luckily I found another fool willing to be your benefactor and he's paid nicely for custody over you and your brother. You're going to Qohor and pray the magister there is more patient than me, so you can suck more time and coin from him like the leeches you are."

"How are we meant to get to Qohor, it's so far..." Dany words were barely understandable through her sobs, her heartbroken cries.

"You've got your treasure from back when you were something worthwhile, don't you? Now get out of my home, before I have you pay for the time you spent here. Get out."

"Please" Dany cried.

"Out!"

She ran out of the room, crying all the way to the yard where her brother was waiting. His face was red and he held their mother's crown in his trembling hands. He nodded towards their things, which lay on the stone steps that led towards the streets.

"Wait here and guard our things' ' he hissed quietly. Then he left without another word, down towards the street and out of sight.

Dany sat on their chest crying quietly. The sun set soon and darkness descended, hours going by. And yet Viserys did not return. Had he abandoned her? He took the crown , the only possession they had that truly mattered to him. Everything else he could leave behind, even her. He had gone, finally realised she was a liability and had gone on with his quest without her. The realization set in and she weeped again.

But then she felt a hand grab her shoulder.

"Come on".

She opened her eyes to see Viserys, his face redder than ever and his eyes deadly.

"Viserys?"

"Come on. I got us a ship off this miserable island. But we have to go now." He dragged her to her feet and they descended down the steps, carrying their chest, to a carriage awaiting them.

They sat down and the gloomy carriage set out towards the port. Their ship was small and old and the crew were miserable and rude. They gave them a small cabin and left them with a small candle to light the night, informing them they were not to come out until they had arrived on land.

"Viserys," she asked as they went to bed. "Where's mother's crown?"

"I sold it, you fool. It's the only thing we had that we could have given for passage to Qohor '' he spat at her, shaking with anger as she started to cry again.

The sounds annoyed him and he grabbed her wrist tightly.

"We're going to get our home back, sister. They've woken the dragon. We're going to butcher those usurping fuckers and watch them rot beneath our feet. I promise you" he spat as he gave the wrist a quick twist. "I promise you".

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