Here's another one. Things are a little tense after the whole thing with Dany (you dont know yet but you will) next chapter is gonna be a whole thing, you will understand after this chapter. We get a little moment with Lyanna and Jon. I read it a cringe super hard, I think its because I wrote it but its cure you know and other on A03 and wattpad seemed to love it.

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Dany

She watched as the unique guard promptly marched away. There was something about him, something comforting and relaxing, she felt as though she could be herself and tell him anything. It was unusual and caused her to rethink over the conversation she had just had with him, his voice seemed familiar but hidden beneath layers and layers of deception. He didn't even look like he was truly guarding she realized he must have come up here for the same reason she had, as an escape.

She remembered the last time she had been here. Jon had made her accompany him, pulling her along the yard and up the ladders to the top of the wall. He gazed at her and grinned then turned her so she could see the sky. The sun was just rising in the sky, orange bathing the darkness hinting at the dawn, it was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a long time. It made her hope for a better future, for a future with Jon but she knew there was a chance it could be all taken from her and how right she was. She turned to Jon, a tear in her eye her lips instinctively finding his, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him even closer. When she finally let go of him she stared into his eyes and saw nothing but love, she felt it in his touch, in the way he caressed her face with his gloved hands. She pulled him in for another kiss this time more passionate, savoring the taste of his lips.

She opened her eyes and looked into the dark skies that surround her and felt a pang of loss in her chest, she missed his smile. She stepped forward leaning on the cold, stone wall, sighing, she would have to go back to the feast again and she was dreading it. It was loud and overbearing but it was a custom. She made her way to the stairs that led down to the courtyard. Stepping down them, lifting her skirt's so she didn't trip. She heard the sound of grunting close to where she was walking and decided to follow the noise.

She walked closer and listened to the sound of steel hitting wood, someone is training this late at night while there was a feast going on, she thought. She walked into the training yard and saw a lone figure beating a dummy as hard as he could, he seemed frustrated and angry. His hair long and dark, coming past his shoulders, his body lurched forward as he took all his anger out on the dummy. "Pull yourself together." She heard him growl, the sound of his voice made her heart beat faster, she recognized the voice.

She came closer to the figure, slowly, he must have heard because he stopped but didn't turn. "I'm sorry, I will leave." He said as he began to move away from her, she didn't know what to say, she froze at the sound of his voice. He walked towards the tower his hair finally fully visible in the light, it was just like Lyanna's she thought.

"Stop!" She finally said loud enough for him to hear, she watched as he paused and froze on the spot his muscle tensing at the sound of her voice as if he recognized it. He released his sword, his hands falling to his sides. She waited to see if he would turn around but he didn't, waiting for her order she presumed, but she couldn't give it.

"You should go back to the feast, Dany." He announced then, her mouth opened in confusion, she knew who he was but didn't know how it was possible for him to be alive, she felt tears sting her eyes at the realization. She must be going mad she thought, she must be seeing a ghost. She had not heard anyone use her nickname since his death and his northern accent was easily recognizable.

"Jon?" She breathed, she watched as he shuffled, but still didn't turn. She stepped forward to try and reach for him but he turned to her, his grey eye's haunted and full of loss, she didn't recognize him in that second, but the closer she looked the more she could see the man she once knew. He still had a clipped beard, his face still occupied with scars but there were no added ones, which made her feel better, his hair was long and looked like it hadn't been cut in years. "Jon," She spoke again, with a smile on her face, but he didn't share her enthusiasm.

"No, not anymore." He stated, she felt a sharp pain in her back then and watched as Jon's stoic expression changed into one of horror and worry, she felt herself falling. Jon strong arms caught her and slowly helped her to the floor, she felt her eyes growing heavy and extreme pain in her side. "Dany, look at me, you are going to be fine, just stay awake." She heard Jon's voice tell her, she smiled at him bringing her hand up to his face to make sure it was not a dream and he was still there with her. His beard prickling her fingers a feeling she didn't know she missed.

"Jon" She whispered once more as she slowly lost consciousness in his strong arms, she didn't care about the pain she only cared about the fact that Jon was back, that he had come back to her. Then there was nothing.

No-one

What had he done? He had let his guard down and been recognized. She had seen his face and now she was dying in his arms from a dagger to her side, he didn't know where the dagger had come from but it came flying through the air before he could stop it. "Dany" He shook her to try and wake her, frantically hoping she would wake up but she didn't, he placed his ear to her chest and hear the sound of her heart beating ferociously which was a good sign. He picked her up procuring a mask from the bag he had dropped when he dropped his sword, he swiftly turned into the guard he had been earlier, his hair becoming shorter and his beard still as short as it had been without the mask.

No-one carried her to the courtyard and began to shout as he kicked open the doors to the hall where the feast had taken place. "Help, her grace has been stabbed" He shouted, everyone went silent, her guards came running towards her, Ser Jorah riping her lifeless body from his arms. Ser Jorah was older and looked scared and worried he assumed it was because of the love he felt for the Queen he knew he would never be able to get over it and he didn't hold it against him when he was still with Dany. He didn't want to let her go but knew if he disagreed and tried to keep her in his arms it would gain him even more suspicion so watched as the master came rushing up to her side informing the old knight to take her to her chambers. No-one stood there as they left, the people who stayed behind all looked at him expecting an explanation.

He put on his best hysterical expression and started telling the story he had made in his mind on the way to the hall. "I was on guarding duty when I heard a scream... I rushed down to the courtyard and... I... (No-one swallowed to add effect) when I saw her there slowly bleeding out, she was rambling about seeing a ghost. She kept calling for someone called Jon" He made sure that if she woke and said that she had seen Jon Snow it would look like she was just hallucinating because of the pain, he didn't want them knowing he was still alive. Tyrion and Sansa walked towards him, he could tell they were suspicious and wanted a further explanation.

"I thank you for helping her grace, if you hadn't found her, the Kingdom would be in ruin and a child would be motherless as well as fatherless." He winced at the reminder of what he had found not long ago. Tyrion seemed the same as he had been the last time he had seen him but less drunk and his dirty long hair was greying much more. Sansa regarded him suspiciously, with her piercing blue eyes, he wanted to smile at that moment but he was putting on an act and had to play it through.

"Do you think her grace will be okay?" No-one said his voice filled with concern some fake and some real, he knew she was going to be okay, he saw the womb and had applied pressure to stop the blood he even made sure not to remove the dagger. He watched as both Tyrion and Sansa looked at each other sharing a worried look, he looked down at his clothes and saw that they were stained red with blood. "I should go and change, I have guard duty in the early hours of the morrow and I need rest." They nodded at him and he turned to leave but heard someone shout towards him.

"What is your name sir?" Sansa asked, her eyes full of suspicion and confusion. He didn't like people looking at him long especially his sister because he didn't want to be recognized. She searched his face looking for any signs of deceit but he did not give her any, he was skilled at hiding his feeling from his time with the faceless men and also good at reading people.

"Torhen, Torhen Snow, mi'lady" He knew how to walk like he was low born and he also knew how to throw people off his tail. He used the name of there ancestors because it was easily recognizable and there were many people who shared the name along with the last name snow, but he kept it for sentimental reason more then it was to stay inconspicuous. She nodded dismissing him, and he strolled out of the hall and towards his room and changed his face, he was not going to use that face in case they were suspicious of it so he became another person a man with long brown hair, bushy beard, he was tall and strong. He would be able to pass as an average guard or farmer in this face, he thought to himself.

He took off the mask and climbed into his bed his mind reeling over what had happened, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sleep he worried for Daenerys. He couldn't help but picture her beautiful face smiling at him and her hand creasing his cheek, her delicate fingers burning his jaw.

...

As soon as he saw the sun begin to rise in the sky he decided against sleep, opting to get up and go and see if Dany was okay instead. He put on his masked and dressed in typical guards armor. He didn't know how he was going to be able to get close to her without being suspicious but he needed to see her or at least know she is okay. He walked through the courtyard and towards the hall to break his fast with the other soldiers and get information about Daenerys. He entered the hall, Sansa sitting at the head of the hall her eye red and bagged from lack of sleep.

To her left was a child, she looked about four years old, raven black curly hair framing her face, familiar violet eyes. He knew who she was and couldn't stop himself, he quickly retreated from the hall and made his way to the stables it was the closest place to him as he knew he would not make it to his room before he started to panic. That must be Lyanna, he thought, she was so beautiful and had her mother's eyes, he couldn't help but smile. He walked into the stabled taking off his mask, trying to breathe, the horses started to become spook, he looked behind him and saw a massive white-furred wolf watching him through piercing red eyes. He couldn't believe it. "Ghost" He smiled at him and Ghost walked closer, No-one wrapped his arms around the beast's neck, its head rested on No-one shoulder. He closed his eyes smiling basking in the warmth given to him by his old companion.

He moved back standing eye level to the wolfs red orbs, running his hand through the Ghost's fur, he had missed him and he knew it was wrong of him to think that way. He was No-one and No-one missed nothing. No-one moved away from the creature straitening himself up to get his mind back on the mission. He saw someone standing behind Ghost, she wore a shocked expression on her face, her violet eye filled with joy. "I've never seen Ghost do that to anyone other than his family." She stated her voice sweet and soft like an angel. "What is your name? I am Lyanna Targaryen Stark." she held out her little hand, expecting him to take it. She reminded him a little of Arya, with the way she spoke to him but there was a hint of Dany their too her hypnotizing undertone.

He froze, he didn't know what to do, he didn't want her to get attached to him or suspect something. He wasn't wairing his face and it was just him the face of her father but she had never met Jon Snow he remembered. "Jon," He said as he took her hand, shaking it, he watched her smile at the contact and at his name, she must recognize it, he thought. He didn't want to lie to the little girl, he felt as though he couldn't she was his daughter after all.

"My daddy was called Jon," she said as she let go of his hand, he stared at her face for longer than was necessary taking in her facial features. "Do you like horses?" She asked as she grabbed his hand, walking over to the horses, they seemed to settle when Lyanna got closer to them, she started to stroke a fully black steed. "I love horses, I love to ride them. My momma taught me how to ride when I was younger." She said as she stoked the huge beast without a care in the world. He knew that Dany liked horses and talked about how she wished to teach her children how to ride but that was when she had given up hope of having children. He observed the little girl, his mind storing the little girl into his memory.

"I like horses too, but I like direwolfs more." No-one said as he got closer to her, she looked at him, her eyes sparkling as she looked into his grey eyes. He smiled at her and kneeled down so he was at eye level with the girl. She reached out her hand and stroked his beard, he smiled as he felt her soft little hand stroke his rough beard. "You know that it is said that Stark's have the power to see through the eyes of there direwolf, there called wolf dreams. And you are a Stark are you not." He watched as she took in what he was saying her face brightening, he couldn't help but smile at her happiness.

"Uncle bran told me he had the same kind of dreams when he was younger." She said with such joy, it made his chest tighten. "But I don't have a direwolf, Ghost is my daddys, he will always be his." She said sadly, he cradled her cheek to look into her eyes, he hated seeing her upset just as he hated seeing Dany upset the way her violet eye lost their shine made him determined to make her happy by any means necessary.

"You are a dragon then, you will fly above the clouds and you will breathe fire. You don't need to see through Ghosts eyes to be a wolf, it is in your blood and in the way you act. When the snow falls and white winds blow the lone wolf dies but the pack survives" he said pointing to ghost reassuring her. A smile graced her lips, he felt his chest swell, he didn't know she would have so much control over him. She seemed to recognize his father's words because her eyes brightened in recognization.

"Aunt Arya told me that once, Aunt Sansa said her dadda told them that when they were young." He opened his mouth to respond but the words died in his throat at the sound of Lyanna's name being called.

"Lyanna!" Someone shouted from out in the courtyard, Jon moved away from her then, his hand falling from her face and a frown on his face in worry. He can't be seen, he moved to leave but a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him down into her embrace. He rested his head on her shoulder smelling her hair. She smelt of lavender and pine it reminded him a little of Dany.

"I love you, Daddy." She whispered and let him go running out to where the voice was coming from. He stood there astounded, she knew the whole time and didn't say anything, she was a clever little girl. He smiled and walked out of the stable's putting his face back on to not look suspicious. He had met his daughter and she was everything he wished she would be and so much more.

"What a clever little girl," he whispered to himself, his mind recalling everything that had passed a few moments ago.