A/N:-

I just want to say thank you for all the nice comments, they truly brighten my day and they're honestly the only thing keeping me going on with the story.

And to all the negative ones, I thank you for taking time off your day and telling me what you really think and helping give constructive criticism. All I have to say in return is that I don't claim to be a good writer, and I barely find it in me to actually do write because my vocabulary is limited. I'm not ashamed to say that because I'm Sudanese (the whole of the English program is weak in my country) And actually I'm proud because I'm trying to better my English as a second language. I'm just a fangirl like you all trying to breathe a little life to my childish fantasies, and even though negative comments hurt a little when I read them, it's still your right to do so. Freedom of speech.

So for those who are actually okay with the mess that I always write, here you you go and enjoy

Sorry for the rant XD

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Part II

"She was the sun and he was the moon.

They were far apart, but the distance wasn't ever enough to hinder their love.

They rotated and orbited trying to get close to one another but their paths rarely crossed.

Even that wasn't enough to hinder their love because their paths did cross, the love was magical, and the eclipse was witnessed across the whole world.

That's the love they had for one another."

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"YOU'RE leaving?" Jon inquired, gently dancing in his grave voice. Taking a shaky breath, Diana turned her entire body to face the Bastard. Her satchel already packed with supplies for her voyage beyond the Wall.

"Yes" She responded, almost hesitantly.

Jon's frown could not have been more visible, you'd think that with the great recent event; being hailed King in the North by all the northern lords, nothing would have soured his mood. But the news of the Amazonian Princess leaving on a suicide mission, no matter how strong she was, distressed him beyond his understanding.

"But you made me promise to take you." He said, maybe if she could stay a while longer, he could convince her not to go, he thought.

Diana sent him a sweet smile, slowly approaching him. "You're King in the North now. I don't expect you to leave your people and your home for me."

She knew that Jon would make a fair ruler to his people, after all, he was an example of how the Father created mankind in his image.

Rickon had set aside his claim to the north during the gathering of the northern lords, surprising them all. And Lyanna Mormont declared that despite being a bastard, Jon was more fit to lead them.

"I have to uphold the word that I gave you." The onyx eyed male stated, if she was that determined to go, he would gladly take her.

With a shake of her head, Diana reached her hand for his arm, squeezing it for assurance. "No, you don't. I release you from it."

He still seemed reluctant to let her go off on her own, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. "You're finally home now, you have your siblings by your side to protect, and you have more responsibilities than you can count as king from now on. It's alright, really." She hummed.

Seemingly shaking off the dreary feeling, his expression slightly softened, and as it did, her hand parted from Jon's. And he immediately felt empty at the loss of contact.

"Who will escort you then?"

She licked her rosy lips, an action not missed by the northern King, his eyes darting from her lips to her brilliant honey colored irises.

"Tormund said he will lead me as far as he could."

A scoff escaped from Jon's lips, one that he couldn't help. Tormund couldn't stop rambling about the warrior beauty's strength for days, the ginger's blue eyes often following after her wherever she went.

"I'm sure he has." The jealousy in his tone was evident, but apparently not to Diana, which he was grateful for.

A few seconds passed, the King in the North anxiously changed his posture, supposedly to gather courage for what he was to say.

"Don't go." He weakly pleaded, his eyes hopeful.

Confliction married Diana's features, her eyelids shut for a fraction of a second so she would recollect herself. "I must" She voiced out, she had a mission to complete, lives to save.

"I have to finish what my people started."

Jon's nostrils flared up, teeth clenched, he grew agitated at her way of stubborn discipline of thinking and acting, she obviously paid no mind whether she lived afterwards or not.

"What if you're wrong?"

At his inquiry, Diana's eyes narrowed at his figure, after everything they'd been throug. He still doubted her?

"You don't believe me." She stated, not even in a questioning manner. She turned around from the shorter man, about to walk away from him, but was stopped by his hurried hand, shakily grasping hers.

"No, I mean I do." He said. "I want to."

Slowly rotating to look at him, Diana expectantly gestured for him to continue.

"But what if you couldn't finish him and his army? I've seen them, it's not something you can do alone. No matter how strong you are. We have to fight together."

The Princess released a sigh, growing frustrated. She couldn't just stay here comfortable in a castle and let the Night King ravage the realm. "And how do you propose to defeat him?"

"We wait."

"What?"

His answer only succeeded in confusing her even more. Jon nodded to her in confirmation. "I say we wait for him to bring the fight to us. We gather all the men we can here in Winterfell and make him come to us." His strategy didn't seem all that bad, but there was a wall separating them, how long would it take for him to come to them?

Jon breathed shakily, the prospect of not having her around anymore frightened him. He needed her by his side. "Just...don't leave."

His pleading tone tugged at Diana's heartstrings, she somehow couldn't refuse him. "What will I do if I stay?" She asked.

"My first order of business will be to train every man and woman in preparation for what's come." His indication brought a faint smile to her lips.

"You want me to help train them."

The King nodded. "Aye, I know no one more skilled than you." His calm facade crumbled as he once again spoke of his inner feelings. "I want you by my side."

Diana's brow perked at his request, her head tilting in confusion.

Noting her reaction, Jon immediately regretted the words he let slip. He regained his composure, gulping down his feelings. "To keep my counsel, of course."

The dazzling smile she gave him could wash away anyone's sins from it's purity, he reckoned.

"I'd be happy to. If you'll have me, Jon."

The corners of the said man's lips raised upwards, his black eyes shining with the light of day in their splendor, pure bliss took over him. "It would be an honor and a privilege, Diana."

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"I want every northern maester to scour their records for any mention of dragonglass. Dragonglass kills white walkers. It's more valuable than gold to us now. We need to find it, we need to mine, we need to make weapons from it." Jon's accentuated voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, pulling Diana out of her daydream.

"Everyone aged ten to sixty will drill daily with spears, pikes, bow and arrow. Lady Diana will be in charge of their training." The elected King looked to his right side; where Diana sat beside Ser Davos, as he announced his command. Diana smiled and nodded at Jon who glanced her out the corner of his eyes before he returned to continually sweeping the crowds with his eyes.

The representatives of the northern houses pounded on the wooden tables and cheered in agreement. Most of the men apparently knew who she was, and what she did in the Battle of the Bastards. It was now common knowledge in the North that it was the dark haired woman sitting beside Jon Snow was the great warrior who flipped the tide in the battle of the Bastards. Lyanna looked the Amazon somewhat disbelieving the talk of her strength, but she gave a nod to which Diana responded with a friendly expression.

Diana remembered their first gathering after the Battle of the Bastards, she had stood in a corner while Jon was positioned in the high table. Back then, the northern noblemen heard the rumors, she could tell from their expressions of surprise and curiosity. No one was looking at Jon at the time, but at her.

"It's about time we taught these boys of summer how to fight." Lord Glover jested, earning hearty laughs from all of the surrounding lords.

Still wary of the lord of Deepwood Motte, Diana corrected him. "Not just the boys, Lord Glover, I will overlook the girls' training, as well." Brienne, who was sitting on of the large benches that were in the place at Diana's words and this caught her attention.

Jon gave a nod of agreement. "Lady Diana speaks truly. We can't defend the north if only half the population is fighting."

Lord Glover seemed to take great offense at his King's commands, taking a disapproving stance. "You expect me to put a spear in my granddaughter's hands?" He practically spit out his question, as if the very notion repulsed him.

"Why would that be a problem? Boys are in no way more inclined than girls in the ways of war. I know a great deal of female warriors far more capable from male ones." Diana gracefully exclaimed, a hint of agitation in her tone. Not only had he insulted her the first time they'd met; though he apologized in the first gathering, but he was also sexist it seemed. The bright blue eyed female sitting by her side couldn't help but admire her collected, but also bold way of speaking.

Having regret the glare he directed towards her, the lord began to cower a bit. "Forgive me but not all women as gifted as you are, Lady Diana."

Lady Mormont was quick to stand in order to rebuddle his comment. "I don't plan on knitting by the fire while men fight for me. I might be small, Lord Glover, and I might be a girl, but I am every bit as much as northerner as you." She spoke with her signature ferocity. The addressed lord's regret was evident from how the color quickly drained from his face. "Indeed you are, my lady-"

"And I don't need your permission to defend the north." The challenge in Bear Island's lady made the Glover instantly backtrack. Diana smirked in delight at the young girl's gallantry, she was an Amazon at heart, she thought. "We'll begin training every man, woman, boy and girl on Bear Island." Her announcement brought on cheers and nods of agreement from the men present.

"While we're preparing for attack, we need to shore up our defenses. The only thing standing between us and the army of the dead is the wall, and the wall hasn't been properly manned in centuries. I'm not the king of the free folk." As Jon muttered those last words, he guided his eyes to glance at Tormund. "But if we're going to survive this winter together-"

Grunting and standing to his feet, Tormund Giantsbane didn't let the newly elected king finish his sentence. "You want us to man the castles for you?" Diana heard the wave murmurs that erupted at the redhead's inquiry, while the wildlings didn't waver as they awaited for Jon's confirmation. It was a decision she helped make, and it made perfect sense. The wildlings were more used to the cold weather than the rest of the northern soldiers, and they've encountered the Others before.

"Last time we saw the Night King was at Hardhome, the closest castle to Hardhome is Eastwatch-by-the-sea." Jon explained. The suckler of giant's milk chuckled in amusement. "Then that's where I'll go. Looks like we're the Night's Watch now." The echo of his deep laugh dissipated from the large hall as he chorused teasingly to the high borns on the opposite table.

"If they breach the wall, the first two castles in their path are Last Hearth and Karhold." At the mention former house, Rickon visibly went rigid, understandably loathing the Umbers for handing him to Ramsay Bolton.

In light of the heinous things those houses did, Lord Yohn of the Eeyrie stood and voiced his opinion. "The Umbers and the Karstarks betrayed the North. Their castles should be torn down with not a stone left standing."

Sansa spoke up to convey her thoughts, not fully agreeing with the Knight of the Vale. "The castles committed no crimes. And we need every fortress we have for the war to come. We should give Last Hearth and Karhold to new families, loyal families who supported us against Ramsay." Her youngest brother nodded in agreement, while the other northern lords cheered, believing it was the fair thing to do. "Aye!"

"The Umbers and the Karstarks have fought beside the Starks for centuries. They've kept faith for generation after generation." Jon argued.

Young Rickon didn't want to undermine his older brother, he didn't want to rule, but he couldn't let their crimes be forgiven this easily. "And then they broke faith, the Umbers gave me and Osha to the Boltons, they murdered my direwolf." He looked at Jon, his mouth half open in disbelief.

"I'm not going to strip these families from their ancestral homes because of the crimes of a few reckless sons." Jon retorted, he placed his hands on the table before him and turned to his left to look at both his siblings. Rickon looked down, having submitted to Jon's opinion, but Sansa refused to back down. "So there's no punishment for treason and no reward for loyalty?" The Lady Stark looked at her brother fixedly, at her query, all eyes were on Jon, while Diana turned her gaze to her right and her eyes met who appeared to be Lord Petyr Baelish, leaning against one of the hard stone walls of the hall. Sansa had told her about him, how he sold her to the Boltons, he was not a man to be trusted, so Diana ought to watch him closely.

A wave of mistrust flood through the dark haired female when Petyr's eyes met hers for a fraction of a second, so she hurriedly moved her eyes to her left, directing them to Jon. All the while, the King in the North rotated his body to properly look at his sister. "The punishment for treason is death. Smalljon Umber died on the field of battle, Harald Karstark died on the field of battle." He stated. "They died fighting for Ramsay. Give the castles to the families of the men who died fighting for you." Sansa argued back, gaining confidence at the sound of the lords amd ladies pounding their mugs on the table in cheer.

Jon Snow sighed dejectedly, his eyes glancing to Diana's, and without words or overly apparent expression, almost telepathically knew she agreed with him, charging him with a wave of confidence. "When I was Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, I executed men who betrayed me. I executed men who refused to follow orders. My father always said, 'The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword', and I have tried to live by those words. But I will not punish for his father's sins, and I will not take a family home away from a family it has belonged to for centuries. That is my decision, and my decision is final." He informed, and Sansa looked away in silent anger.

"Ned Umber. Alys Karstark." The King called out, a young boy and a young girl now stood and together approached the High Table. Themiscyra's princess sympathetically lookex at the two, who both radiated nervousness and anxiety, obviously ashamed of what their family had done. But it wasn't their fault.

"For centuries, our families fought side by side on the battlefield. I ask you to pledge your loyalty once again to house Stark, to serve as our bannermen and come to our aid whenever called upon." The children unsheathed their swords and kneeled in response, honoring tradition.

"Stand." He commanded in a kingly aura that commanded respect. "Yesterday's battles don't matter anymore. The North needs to band together, all the living north. Will you stand beside, Ned and Alys, now and always?"

"Now and always." They repeat in a loud volume, earning the cheers of everyone in the hall.

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Diana walked down the hall until she found herself in Winterfell's courtyard.

Brienne and Pod were sparring on the grounds, with Tormund Giantsbane observing from the sidelines. Just as when Podrik missteped and Brienne hit him in the back and propelled him forward, Themiscyra's Princess moved to stand beside Tormund.

"Nope." Brienne exclaimed, a hint of arrogance detectable. And who could blame her. Her opponent grunted as they reset. The two exchanged several sword blows, and yet again, the Squire made a mistake and Brienne tagged him on the back.

"Nope." She said once again, making Diana giggle in amusement.

Once the blonde noticed Diana, she straightened her posture, her squire imitating her.

"My lady." The taller woman greeted.

Diana nodded in greeting. "I believe you owe me a duel, Lady Brienne."

A strained smile rose to Brienne's mouth. "I'm not a lady." She corrected. "Sure, I'd like to see what the fuss is about." She said, smirking. The soldiers and men in the castle couldn't shut up the dark haired woman's feat in the Battle of the Bastards. Brienne the Beauty wanted to check Diana's rumored strength and speed that were so incredibly off the charts for herself.

"Here you go, my, lady." Brienne lifted up a wooden sword to offer to her.

Graciously receiving the sparring weapon, Diana's mouth went half open in almost a teasing way. "If you're not a lady, then neither am I. Please, call me Diana."

She certainly wasn't a lady, she was a princess. But not here, she was a royalty in Themiscyra, to the Amazons, not in the North.

Diana grabbed the wooden sword that the fellow female handed her, her feet naturally falling into a stance that made the blonde narrow her eyes in focus. The latter wondered how the shorter female in front of her could radiate so much power. She seemed like a lethal leopard stalking its prey, analyzing every move her opponent made.

Brienne rushed forward, and brought down her blade, but Diana sidestepped her stroke. As if by reflex, the blonde tried to punch her, but Diana deflected her arm to the side with her bracelet-clad forearm and jabbed her on the chin.

It was like being hit by a hammer. The force tossing her in the snow a few feet away.

The red haired wildling man watched the two females sparring, his eyes sparkled in enjoyment as he supported his arm up on Pod's shoulder.

"Seeing those two fight, is making my eyes and balls wet." He growled, raising his impressive bushy eyebrows. The squire, at hearing those vulgar words, had a mixture of shock and disgust splayed out on his face, he slowly and awkwardly scooted away from the wildling.

The prevailed female helped Brienne to her feet, they exchanged compliments on their techniques. All the while, Sansa watched them from atop the high balcony, having enjoyed their duel with a small smile.

The grin on the redhead's lips quickly wiped away upon hearing an unpleasant voice. "I heard she struck down the majority of the Bolton forces." Littlefinger commented, appearing from the shadows, his eyes fixated on the Amazon.

Only sparing him a sideways glance from the corner of her eye, Sansa heard him continue. "She's a very impressive woman, might I say." Petyr's clever eyes made a trip over Diana down below, then through the widow's face, to whom he gave a short smile.

"What do you want Lord Baelish?" Sansa inquired, her expression stoic.

"I want you to be happy, I want you to be safe."

"I am safe. I'm at home surrounded by friends and family. I have Brienne and Diana to protect me from anyone who would harm me."

Sansa grew up on stories of gallant knights saving women from the jaws of death, noble princes with gentle hearts. But her handsome prince beat her, no knight rescued her, it had been the two females she just mentioned who provided her comfort and safety.

Brienne rescued her from Ramsay's men, and safely took her to her brother. While The Amazon not only delivered him to her binded and defeated, but she also brought her mind and heart at ease when she needed it most.

In that lapse of time, Diana had gotten to mentoring the children on the courtyard in their archery skills. Her eyes occasionally darting to meet Jon's who stood not too far from her, conversing with Ser Davos.

Petyr watched and looked at them, almost menacingly. "From the looks of it Lady Diana is more loyal to your half-brother. A shame." Seeing them together only bothered him, they were unattainable to him. An unstoppable duo they seemed, one he knew he couldn't tear apart with his manipulations.

A scoff left Sansa's lips at his sore attempt in making her insecure with his tactical lies. "My brother and I aren't on conflicting sides. And I believe Diana would only do what's right." Diana was a woman with fiery blood, a sharp tongue and fierce loyalty.

Littlefinger attempted to smile, to hide the strain of his jaw muscles as he tightly clenched his teeth. "I wish you had that sort of faith in me, Lady Sansa."

Children stood at a straight line, held bows in their amateur hands, and placed the wooden arrows, drawing the strings back as well as they could. "Holdfast" Diana instructed, slowly walking between the young boys and girls to observe their forms.

"Loose."

At her signal, arrows flew across the courtyard, multiple shot off target while some deviated from the center by a bit. They all needed practice, lots of it. Diana thought.

"My Lady." The youngest of the Stark children called out to their instructor, grasping her attention.

The Amazonian Princess hovered to Rickon, a smile gracing her features. The boy was seemingly timid around her as of late. "Yes, Lord Stark?"

Pursing his lips in mild discomfort, Rickon shook his head. "I'm not Lord Stark."

Diana slightly bowed her head in understanding acknowledgement, she approached him even further and raised her hand to gently ruffle his auburn curly hair. "Well then I'll call by your name if you call me by mine, it'll be our little secret."

A lovestruck grin found its way onto his face. "You had something to ask me?" Asked Diana.

Rickon sent her a nod, remembering his question. "How many times would I have to shoot a day to improve quickly?"

A calculating look took residence on Diana's features, as she attempted to find a suitable number for his practice. "If you had the stamina, I would have made you shoot two hundred arrows a day."

"Two hundred?!" Rickon's tone matched his expression of incredibility.

The Amazon placed her hands on the shorter boy's shoulders, urging him to turn and face the targets. She recalled her own training, which was far more rigorous than any one of them could handle, but then again, she enjoyed it nonetheless of its difficulty. "Don't think of it as 'have to', if you see it as a chore it will be harder to master." She advised.

"Show me your technique."

Complying, Rickon lifted the bow and knocked an arrow against it. His hands shook as he pulled back on the string, but when he let the arrow go, it flew right into a barrel to the right of the target.

He shamefully pursed his lips, embarrassed by his lack of talent. All his brothers were naturally inclined physically, even Bran was a very skilled climber, before his accident that is. Relief draped over Rickon when he looked to the older female and found that she made no effort to mock him, rather focused on his form.

"I see your problem." She nodded, reaching her arm around his until one hand was on his left arm and the other was on his right. She raised both of his arms, fitted the arrow to the string again and helped him pull the string back.

There was almost a methodical smoothness to her movements, as if she had done this more than a million times before. And judging from what she was capable of, she likely had.

"Listen, you lack basic strength." Diana softly informed the young Stark, her breath almost tickling his ears and sending goosebumps down the side of his neck. as she helped him stretch the string of the bow and aim at the target.

All her attention poured into helping the boy, not even noticing his rapidly reddening cheeks.

It was evident to her that his shaky upper arms were the result of his muscle weakness. "You must build the strength to draw the bow without shaking, and then... Learn by doing." She continued before releasing it.

Unlike before, the arrow seemed to cut through the air like a hot knife through butter and reached the target faster.

With a dull thump it met the target and buried itself at the bullseye.