I know it's been a while but here you go. I know the whole thing with Dany being informed about the Faclessmen is weird but it will be explained in the last chapter. Dany arrives in Winterfell and has a cheeky convo with a guard who seems somewhat familiar *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge* *wigle eyebrows*

If you have any question then let me know and I'll try my best to answer them for you. Hope enjoy and if not then... i dont know... just... do something else. T x

Dany

Dany and Lyanna were on their way north to Winterfell, so Sansa and the rest of the Starks that where still there could see their niece. Daenerys found it hard being back at Winterfell because of all the memories it brought back but she loved seeing the Starks and Ghost when he would come around from time to time always watching over Lyanna, most likely recognizing that she was the daughter of his old master. Tyrion had joined the party along with Missandie and her Queens guard and other guards so they are protected at all time's.

Ser Jorah was the Lard commander of her queen's guard always watching over her and comforting her when she would think about Jon or Viserion, he was a good friend, like a father to her and he had come to except that too. Lyanna liked Ser Jorah giving him the nickname old bear like she used to call him when she was younger, she smiled the first time she had called him that and Ser Jorah laughed too. Lyanna also loved Missandie and would often go to her when she needed someone to play with and Missandie was always happy to help her.

Winterfell started to come into view and she couldn't help but shudder as she looked over to the land where the Battle against the dead had taken place. She remembered all the destruction and bodies that plagued the land long after the Night Kings demise but now after so long it had been restored by the Lady of Winterfell and in its crypts lay another statue, next to the statute of their mother and uncle.

Dany rode on , she had chosen to ride rather than go by carriages like Massiandie and Lyanna, though Lyanna had fought to ride next to her mother. Lyanna was a great rider, growing up around Dothraki and having a mother who was also a Khaleesi, she was faster than most and still only four. The gates of Winterfell came into view and she heard the shout of the men guarding the wall, giving the people inside the signal that the Queen had arrived.

The gated opened and Dany and her entourage rode into the courtyard of Winterfell, she spotted a redhead in front of the large crowd that stood in the courtyard awaiting her arrival. She remembers the first time she came through the gates, she was nervous and right to be so, the men and women gave her dirty looks and whispered things about her but today she was greeted with smiled and a large grin from the redhead who had become like a sister to her. Dany got down from her horse and walked towards Sansa, instead of giving her a handshake Sansa pulled her into her embrace. "I've missed you, Your Grace" Dany stepped back with a smile on her face, she and the Stark sibling had become close over the years and became like family to each other.

"Daenerys. And I've missed you too Sansa and so had Lyanna." Sansa smiled at the mention of her niece, she looked behind Dany to presumably where her daughter was exiting the carriage. Dany looked back and saw her daughter run towards Sansa and jump into her arms. Sansa picked her up and swung her around causing Lyanna to giggle. Lynna had the most contagious laugh and it caused the people around her to smile even the grumpy northerners.

Sansa put her down and leaned over her trailing her eyes up and down her the little girls form. "You have gotten big, you look more and more like your father every day." She whispered sweetly as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Lyanna's forehead. She stood up straight and looked to the rest of her company. "You will be tired from your long journey, rooms have been prepared and a feast will be served in the great hall at sundown." There were cheers from the northerners and Sansa gestured for her to follow her inside the castle but she had something she needed to do first.

"I need to go see him." Sansa nodded in understanding, Dany looked at her daughter. "You go with your Aunt Sansa, you can tell her about your new horse." Lyanna eyes lit up and she followed Sansa talking about her new horse as she went, she had been so happy the day she received her horse, she called it Snow as it was all white like snow she said. Dany smiled as she watched her daughter leave then she turned to the crypts it was cold and dark and not somewhere she belonged but she needed to see him. She took a touch from the wall, the heat doing nothing to her but lighting up the way as she made her way down the to the newest statue.

The statue didn't quite look like Jon but he had longclaw at his side and Ghost at his feet, and his inscription read "Here lies Jon Snow of Houses Targaryen and Stark, King of Winter and the North, The white wolf, The hero and bringer of the Dawn, The killer of the Night King." She ran her finger over his cold stone face hoping to find a hint of warmth left inside but she was disappointed once again. He looked different from the real version, his stoned face held no scars and she could not see his warm grey eyes, the warm round pouty lips, his strong jaw, there was nothing but stone. Cold grey, plain stone but still this was her only comfort.

"I've missed you, Jon. Lyanna has too, she looks like you with her curly hair and Stark like features...-she sighed- I wish you were here so you could meet her and see for yourself because you deserved more than anyone to have a family and be happy." Tears began to pour from her eyes as she looked at the lifeless face of the statue but it was the only way she could be close to him. "I need you." She whispered hoping he would heat her but what she didn't know was that he did, he watched her from where he was hidden in the shadows.

No one

He felt his heart beating a 100 miles a minute at the sight before him, he didn't know what to feel but the coldness of his heart start to warm and the memories of her love came back to him. He panicked, he needed to leave, he had come here to watch over Daenerys as her name had been given to the many-faced gods and he was not going to let anything happen to her. He watched as she cried and talked about what had been going on in the seven kingdoms and in her life, he kept hearing the name Lyanna which made him even more anxious.

"I need you." She whispered which made his heart lurch in guilt, he had thought that she had been better of without him all these years and that she would get over him but now he had witnessed how wrong he really was. He fought the urge to come out of the shadows and comfort her, he needed to keep his distance and make sure nothing was amiss. He let out a breath as he watched her slowly make her way out of the crypts the torch slowly fading leaving No one in complete darkness once more.

He lit a torch and walked over to the statue that she was looking at, it was of him, the old him. He read the inscription and couldn't help but wince, he knew he was no hero he was no-one and the statue standing before him was the man he used to be.

No one put on a face he had stolen from the hall faces and made his way out of the crypts, he had been in Winterfell for a few days awaiting the Queen's arrival, he had dressed as a guard and moved around Winterfell without a second look. He had even bumped into Lady Sansa but quickly walked away to keep his distance. She looked older but no less beautiful and he had noticed what a great job she had done ruling over Winterfell and the north.

Winterfell was lively and busy it reminded him of when the King had come to visit, people running around preparing for a feast but he just kept out of the way and did what was asked of him. No one had been surprised to see that the land was green instead of white, the sun shining in the clear blue sky it reminded him of hi- Jon Snow's childhood. He walked out of the crypts and he noticed it was dark out and that meant everyone was in the main hall for the feast leaving No one to move around freely, he had never liked feast and new Daenerys would be safe with all her guards around and the people.

He went to the top of the walls of the front tower to get some air, he sighed and couldn't help but brood, the only thing left behind by Jon Snow. He would brood more often now, his mind would always go to dark places sometimes he would see blue eyes and be thrust back to the day he- Jon snow died. He watched the dark skies, thousands of stars spread across it. He felt like he and the stars were one and the same, burning rock that floated around in the darkness, doing nothing but existing, with no purpose or destination.

He had missed the north, deep down inside he knew it but he needed to leave and soon because being around his family was starting to have a bad effect on him, he felt Jon Snow clawing his way back. He didn't need Jon Snow he needed to be No one, to protect his family from the truth, from the darkness that could arise anytime.

A throat being cleared behind him made him turn around, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Violet eyes, glowing pale skin, shining silvery/gold hair that was made even more clear by the moonlight. He had dreaded the moment where he would see her again, he nodded his head in respect tairing his eyes from her. "Your Grace. Shouldn't you be at the feast? You shouldn't be walking around in the dark by yourself." No one said, but she only smiled at him. That smile brightened up any darkness, and brought the gods to there knees, he made sure to look away when he saw her lips curl at the sides as he knew he would not be able to resist that smile.

"Who is going to hurt me, you?" She asked with her eyebrow raised in a playful gesture, No one shook his head and looked back to the sky, trying to give her the hint he didn't want to talk. He harboured a frown on his masked face, making it look like he was upset with her or just determined to keep guard. She didn't leave though, she came closer, "Why are you not at the feast?" She asked still amused by him, but he didn't know why.

"I have guard duties, Your Grace and I don't really like feasts, bad memories." He said bluntly, but not harshly he didn't want her to get mad at him meaning he could not be around her when he needed to, meaning he would have to kill someone and get a new face, something he didn't like doing. She still didn't make any move to leave stepping towards the wall and looking at the sky, copying the motion that No one had just done.

"A beautiful night." She stated, he turned and looked at her face, not as beautiful as you, he thought. He turned his head back to the sky dismissing what he had just thought, he couldn't think about her that way anymore, he was not Jon Snow and she would never love him knowing what he had done. He knew she would not speak to him again if she ever found out he was still alive, which would kill him more then dying twice. "I don't like feast either, there to loud and crowded," She sighed, he knew that of course, she would always complain about them to him as they laid in bed. He felt the corners of his lips turn upwards after he realized what he was doing he sorted his face back into a frown.

"You northerners and your brooding, I see where Lyanna gets it from." She said as she laughed, he felt his heart beat fast in his chest at the beautiful sound, he didn't realize how much he missed it. Lyanna, he thought, who was this Lyanna. He didn't want to say anything to make her suspicious so he forgot about this Lyanna she keeps speaking about. "Her father was probably the best at brooding, the King of it actually, Jon was." Lyanna was his child, he thought, he began to panic again, he felt Jon Snow coming closer and closer to the surface, he didn't need him, he needed to be No one.

"I'm sorry your grace, but if you will excuse me." No one said quickly, he walked past her at a fast pace and made his way to the room he had bee given. As soon as he made it through the door he took off his mask, his breathing laboured, face sweaty. He felt like he was having a panic attack and moved over to the water basin and splashed water on his face cooling him and giving him a shock to help slow down his heart rate and breathing. Jon Snow had a daughter, he thought, I have a daughter. He felt the mask of No one slipping. he was becoming Jon Snow once more and he was frightened and missed his family.