A land of gods and monsters.

…and I was an angel.

Prologue:

"it doesn't feel like home anymore..."

Standing by the window inside of the late Catelyn Stark's Chambers and watching as Winterfell prepared for yet another war, It was all Lyanna could think about:

"It Just doesn't feel like home anymore..."

Lyanna was supposed to have lots of work today. Now that Jon was King in the North, Lyanna had taken in the role of the Lady of Winterfell, playing the role of His unofficial Queen, although she knew, deep down she knew this couldn't last.

It felt misplaced, she felt a bittersweetness almost unbearable. She and Jon were never supposed to rule the North. But now, by the gods irony. It belonged to them. And while Jon, her other-half, her better half, was consumed in thoughts in how to beat the enemy in the far North. Here she was consumed in agony dwelling on the past and concerned to the enemies in the South.

She couldn't avoid though. She knew Cersei well to much to make the mistake of underestimating her, the crazy woman had Just blew out the sept of Baelor, alongside the majority of the members of the court, House Tyrell, and even her own family.

And she couldn't avoid wonder how Jaime would react to these news:

"would he be enraged, given that he tainted his honor to save all those lives years ago? Or would he just turn a blind eye for his adored sister, his lover?"

Finally, Lyanna decided that no good would come thinking about her estranged husband. He had his opportunity to choose and he chose Cersei. Not that Lyanna could actually blame him. She did the same thing, she chose her family over Jaime. She chose Jon, her lover. And she would a thousands times more. Still, she could never bring herself to loath Jaime. They were to much alike. Lyanna had became a lot o things through these past few years, a hypocrite wasn't one of them. In fact, despite it all she even felt gratitude for Jaime: if It weren't for him she probably wouldn't have survived the War of the Five Kings or The Red Wedding. She wouldn't have her two lovely kids. Yes, she had a lot of mixed feelings towards Jaime. Still.. no good would come thinking about him.

Lyanna finally moved herself to the stack of papers and parchments sitting at the table that she moved just yesterday to the solar. When the previous owner, Lady Catelyn, occupied the room she never had anything alike. Catelyn was to proper of a Lady to take matters at her hand. She always stood by her husband's side and waited for his command.

"No, Lyanna was no Catelyn". She thought.

Jon might rule Winterfell and the North like their father did. And as their father, Jon wasn't a politician, Jon is a soldier. A military man. And If she doesn't want for them to end like their father, and their half-brother. She is the one that needs to do the dirty work now. She had learned a lot during her time at King's Landing, learned the game, the weapons, the sacrifice. And she would use every possible trick to restore House Stark to its former glory. She had learned how to assemble spies that would work for her. And by the old gods and the new. They had been working.

So many reports filled the table:

Reports of Dorne, and how Ellaria and the Sand Snakes had murdered Prince Doran after Jaime left with Myrcella. - Lyanna shuddered at this. She couldn't understand how Ellaria planned on avenging Oberyn's death by murdering his brother and taking his ancestral seat. A seat she didn't have any claim of. It made absolutely no sense, even for someone maddened by grief.

Reports from the Vale and how her little sister had successfully played Littlefinger in his own game. Sansa was now Lady Arryn, and had avenged their father. Lord Baelish's head now rotted on a spike at the Moon's Gate. Just like her father's did all those year ago at the Red Keep. - Lyanna was so very proud of her sister now. Sansa had finally learned the game and did wonderfully without Lyanna's assistance. She couldn't help but smile. If six years ago someone had told her that she and Sansa would become each other's confident and trustworthy she would have laughed. Sansa was the only one of her siblings to mistreat her and Jon because of their birth. Sure It was Catelyn's influence. But It sounds almost impossible that they would learn to trust each other to the point of turning the tables and intrinsically cooperate to overthrow Cersei, Littlefinger, The Freys and The Boltons the way they did. Now, Sansa, Lyanna and Jon were the last of the pack. Jon would carry on with the name of the family. Lyanna and Sansa would facilitate the path as the two woman had agreed on the last time they saw each other in King's Landing.

From Riverland, Edmure had sent word that he finally had got rid of the last of the Freys and he now pledged allegiance to the King in the North. Now Jon was King in the North and The Riverlands.

Indeed Lyanna felt something that reminded some contentment. She wasn't supposed to be at this place, but she was doing better than most that tried.

"She was doing better than father. Even better than Robb. May they rest in Peace" she thought.

Nevertheless, not everything was going as planned. The Greyjoys had been making some trouble, as always. And now these rumours about the Daenerys Targaryen proclaiming herself Queen of Westeros with three grown dragons. If the Dragon Queen were really on her way towards Westeros Lyanna was sure that the she wouldn't be thrilled to know that she had a large portion of the country to the Stark Bastards.

And of course there was this big inconvenience: The White Walkers. Still Lyanna couldn't bring herself to believe all those scary stories that Old Nan used to tell could possible be true. If were anyone else who told her she would never believe. She would probably give the person one of her better sarcastic remarks. But this wasn't just anyone telling her. It was Jon.

Her beloved brother. Her too honored other half. Jon was incapable of lying, specially If the lie was to benefit him. Jon wasn't the type of man to break vows to his own sake. She didn't had other choice but believe him that The Others were real. If she was a woman on a mission to restore her family dynasty. Jon was a man on a mission to stop this threat. He had left the Wall because of it. Lead the Wildlings because of it. Taken as King in the North to unite forces against it. She knew he would do anything to stop them. Sometimes Lyanna hated this deadly feature of him. This need to be the hero, the better man. But she also knew she loved him blindly.

Half the morning had passed and there she stood. Consumed by thoughts, giving in a bit of paranoia. So many players at the table, so many possibles outcomes. She was unsure of the next step. And she knew best than to go to Jon without some underlined plan. He refused to plot and she refused to act without a detailed plan. Sometimes they were like Ice and Fire. Two complete opposites. But most of the time they just complement each other. Jon's honor tempered Lyanna's tactics. Lyanna's prudence tempered Jon's bluntness. And they worked much better together. They would always. That much she was sure.

The noise of the door of her room opening disturbed her out of her thoughts. Jon entered her room. His face always set on a saddened grim. Heavened by so many tragedies and duty.

"What are you doing enclosed in this room all morning?" - he asked

"The same you were doing outside the castle walls. Trying to take care of the North" - Lyanna pointed out with a sad smile.

Jon went to watch the outside by the window. They both went in silence for a while. It was so strange Lyanna thought to herself. So different than before. In the past the twins were very close. They couldn't stop talking. And when they were in silence it was as If they could communicate by their eyes. Now It has changed. They both changed. Jon was changed by the Wildlings and by what happened at the Wall. Lyanna had seen the marks of the stabs in his body. Only then she had understood that her brother couldn't have survived the attack. Yes, her innocent brother indeed died. The man that the Lady Melisandre had resurrected was a changed man. A man she sometimes didn't recognise. Lyanna, herself, had changed too. She had left all those notions of honor and duty her father had taught her long ago. She was changed by the Lannisters and King's Landing, no doubt. It wasn't the sense of duty that guided her. It was the instinct to survive, to protect her family. She felt some hunger for power as well. She was only human. But she often wondered if she could return to be the innocent, honored and happy girl she once was.

"Lyla?" - Jon finally spoke. Calling her by the nickname he Gave her when they were children.

"What are we going to do next?" - he completed. "Is this even the right thing to do?"

"What do you even mean?" - Lyanna asked him. Knowing very well where this would lead. "Do you want to know if I think you should be King?" - she pointed feeling tired.

Jon gave a soft nod.

"Of course I think you should be King, Jon. Perhaps you are one of the very few who deserves to be King in the past recent decades..." - But Lyanna trailed of not so sure how to complete the sentence.

"But?" - Jon asked sensing his sister uncertainty.

"However... Our capability of maintaining our hold is what worries me. I have the most disturbed news from around Westeros... and Essos. And House Stark and the North have been battered and bruised for so long that I'm not sure how to navigate these new facts. Restore our strength is our most important priority yet I don't have a clear path..."

"No, Lyanna! Our number one priority is to defeat the threat of the White Walkers. This is the fight that matters." - Jon argued with his sister.

Sometimes he feared that his sweet sister had spent to much time in King's Landing and in the companie of the Lannisters. But he brushed the thought away.

"And that is precisely why we need to restore our Power and gain more, Jon. How are we going to fight this threat with our limited resources?" - Lyanna fighted back and to prove a point she continued:

"The gold that i managed to bring back from the South is almost at the end. How exactly are we to convince the rest of the world to stop the many waging wars and bring the soldiers to the Wall because the White Walkers are real? By asking nicely? Do you really believe that? We NEED to play the game, Jon. Not only play, but to win" - Lyanna finally snapped.

Her brother looked at her for a long moment maybe for the first time realizing the major problem they had ahead of them after he was proclaimed King in the North.

Lyanna poured another glass of wine realizing she would need the alcohol to have this type of conversation with her brother. He would have to learn about politics faster than anyone and he would have to play along her tactics if he really wanted to save Westeros from the Walkers.