The last chapter mudafuckas! Whoop whoop. Their will be an epilogue but this is the last chapter. Things are revealed, people are un-masked and their is a twist No-one didn't even see coming. Cute little moments ahead in the epilogue and some in this chapter.

Really hope you enjoyed, Tx

Dany

Dany arose gasping Jon's name, she peered around the chamber and saw Missandei sitting at her bedside watching her with a worried expression on her face. Dany needed to find him she needed to see for herself if he was truly alive, she sat up ignoring the pain in her side and the warning from her dear friend. "Your Grace, please you need to rest." She ignored her still and swung her legs over the side of the bed, she was frantically trying to get out of the room. She got up from the bed and walked over to the chamber door but her path was blocked by an unfamiliar guard, he had long hair and a bushy beard he was tall and strong, she fell into his arms involuntarily, the pain paralyzing her.

She straightened herself and looked into the man's eyes, she saw something she recognized. There was something about him. The guard picked her up and carried her to her bed carefully resting her head on the pillow and wrapping her in the fur blankets, he was too gentle to be a northern guard, she told herself. "Thank you" She whispered, he looked at her, then nodded and moved away from her and back to the door and through it to stand guard on the other side. The room was silent as she pondered over the man and what had just happened. "I need to leave, I need to find Jon," Dany said to Missandei once the door had closed. Missandei gave her a skeptical look as if she didn't believe her but it was understandable as he had been gone a near 5 years and presumed dead.

"Your Grace, the guard that found you told us you were rambling about Jon, he said you had been hallucinating and calling him Jon. The measter had concluded it was the shock and the pain or the poison that laced the blade." Missandei explained, she wanted to believe her but she knew Jon was there, it was him who held her as she lost consciousness, she knew it to be so. "I will inform the measter you are awake, Your Grace." She shuffled out of the door, leaving Dany to contemplate her thoughts.

She started to feel pain again, she felt uncomfortable but there was no one to help her, she thought to the guard who had helped her to bed not too long ago and wondered if he was still outside her door. She didn't get his name so she didn't know how to address him "Guard!" She shouted, loud enough for him to hear outside the door. He walked through the door, not a second later a concerned expression on his face he looked around the room to see if anything was wrong. "I'm sorry, can you help me please?" He looked at her confused but nodded and walked towards her.

"What is it you need help with, Your Grace?" He asked, looking her over with such intensity, she didn't know what it was about the man but his smoldering gaze made her feel a little self-conscious and she hated feeling that way. She must have been staring at him weird because his eyebrows knotted together "Is there something wrong, your grace. Would you like me to leave?" She shook her head, his northern accent exceedingly clear in his words.

"No, I'm just tired, sorry. I just need help moving fro-" Her words died in her throat when he picked her up and began moving her and the furs on the bed to make it more comfortable for her, it surprised her but she wasn't complaining. She felt as though she could trust this man as she did when she spoke to the guard on top of the wall. He placed her back in the bed and moved the pillows under her head so they were comfortable for her, she watched him from where she was laying, she felt as though she had met the man before as though she recognized him, it was a strange feeling, one in which she couldn't ignore.

"Is that okay your grace?" He said slowly, looking into her eyes. She did feel very comfortable and the ache in her side had seemed to subside but she went to turn to get a glass of water and winced. He moved into action and grabbed the water and tilted the glass against her lips helping her drink. He was sitting next to her on the bed at this point, the hand not holding the cup resting on her hip, which would have caused her to shout at anyone else but it felt natural with this man. He moved the cup from her lips and placed it on the nightstand, she licked her lips and watched as the man's chocolate brown eyes watched her lips.

He looked into her eyes once more and got up from the bed realizing what he was doing. "I'm sorry your grace if you require anything else I will be outside the door." He nodded in respect and left the room with haste. She laid back in the bed thinking of the guard, he reminded her of Jon in the way he acted around her and how gentle he was. After a few minutes, she came to the realization that the guard atop the wall of Winterfell reminded her of Jon too and she felt comfortable around both. It can't be, she thought. She knows there is such magic but it was the magic of the faceless men and Jon couldn't be such a man.

She shot up from the bed and rushed to the door in hope of finding the guard outside her door but she was disappointed to find Ser Jorah their. She had missed him again, he had been here the whole time and she had missed it. Ser Jorah looked at her suspiciously, "What is it, your grace?" He asked she signed in frustration.

"Where is the Guard who was out here not too long ago, he was tall, dark long hard and long bushy beard" She spoke quickly, she hoped he knew whom she was talking about. She needed to find him and if she finds him she would find Jon.

"His shift had ended your grace, he most likely went to the great hall for supper or to get some rest, your grace." He answered, he was confused but she didn't care, she looked down the hall thinking she could make it to the great hall. She didn't want to miss him again. "You need rest, your grace. Lyanna has been worried all day and cried all this morning after hearing the news. You will need your rest when she comes and visits you again tomorrow" He spoke probably noticing the way she looked down the hall.

"What do you mean again, how long have I been asleep?" She asked confused. And she was upset by the fact her daughter had seen her that way, she wanted to shout at however allowed her to come and visit her while she was unconscious but she knew Lyanna was not one to be told no, she would have argued her way to her mother's chambers. She was a Dragonwolf after all.

"It has been 2 days your grace and I'm glad to see you awake. But still you need to get some more rest it is the hour of the wolf, your grace, I will have supper brought to your room if it would please you" He said and on queue her stomach rumbled indicating she was very pleased with the idea of having supper brought to her room. She didn't realize till know how distracted she had been from the fact she felt like she hadn't eaten in a number of days.

"Yes, have the guard bring it up, I need to speak with him." She knew Jorah wanted an explanation but he didn't ask he only nodded in respect and left to do as he was told. She moved back to her room and back into her bed waiting impatiently for Jon to come through the door with her supper she didn't know what she was more excited for. 'No, not any more' that was what he said, he said he wasn't Jon but he was he acted the same when he was wearing the faces, she had worked it out. He had been here this whole time watching over her and their daughter, well that is what she believed, she could be wrong.

The door opened slowly, and she held her breath in anticipation but was disappointed to see Ser Jorah walked through the door with a tray of food and she felt her appetite subside. "Your Grace, no-one has seen the guard you speak of since he finished his shift." She knew it was too late to know but she also knew he was somewhere around always watching most likely in a new face after their interaction. Ser Jorah placed the trey on the table and left the room.

She was left alone once again, left alone with her thoughts but that was what she wanted. She fell asleep soon after she had eaten her supper, her mind wondering to Jon and his many faces. Why would he come back know? Why had he even left and made them believe he was dead for all these years? All these questions plagued her mind and her dreams as she slowly drifted to sleep.

...

Dany woke feeling pain in her side, she winced as she tried to get up but the pain called her back to her bed. Dany was interrupted by the door opening, she watched as Lyanna burst through the door Sansa walking in behind her rolling her eyes at her niece. "Momma" She jumped on the bed causing Dany to wince in pain, Lyanna noticed this a swiftly apologized Dany smiled and brought her into her embrace. "I was scared you wouldn't wake up, I was scared you would leave like dadda" She whispered into the crook of her neck, her heart dropped at her words. She pulled back so she could see her little face, her violet eyes filled with tears.

"I will never leave you, you know that" She wipped away the tears on the girl's cheek. "I am fine, see. It was just a scratch." She reassured her, her bottom lip quivering signaling she was going to cry once again. Dany brought her head to her chest and stroked her hair, rocking her in comfort. She looked at the door and saw Sansa had left, she was thankful to the stark sibling for leaving them. She watched the door hoping Jon would come through but she knew it was a stupid dream, that what she had established last night could not be anything more than false dreams and hallucination.

After a few moments of just sitting their Lyanna stopped crying and pulled away from her mother, looking into her eye. "I saw poppa" She whispered. "It wasn't a dream this time, It was while I was awake. He was in the stable with Ghost, his hair was longer though and he looked older." Lyanna was so happy telling her what had happened between her and her father. She told her every detail of the interaction and it made Dany reconsider her earlier thought.

...

Dany could not sleep, not even with the soothing presence of her daughter, peacefully sleeping at her side. He thought were plagued with all she had discovered, she could be wrong and all that had happened and all the had felt could be in her imagination but Lyanna had seen him and she felt his presence whenever she was close to the guards. Something had awoken in her and she knew it was because of Jon Snow, no-one else could make her feel such confusion.

She needed clarity and she needed answers. It was the hour of the wolf meaning it was the only time she could be truly alone to collect her thoughts under the night sky. She slowly climbed out of the bed, being careful not the disturb her daughter of the wombed in her side. She lifted the furs from her body and was greeted by the cool air of her chambers, her skin becoming prickly warning her that it was cold. She quietly walked to the other side of the room and collected her cloak and boots to protect her from the elements.

She looked back to her daughter to see if her action had disturbed her slumber but luckily she was peacefully sleeping taking no notice of what Dany was doing. She walked to her bed on her tip toe's to stop her boots from making to much noise, when she reached Lyanna's sleeping form she gently covered her little figure with the furs and bent down and placed a kiss atop her forehead.

With her cloak strapped securely to her shoulders she made her way to her chamber door but before she reached for the handle she came to the realization that there would be a guard posted outside her door. They would most likely prohibit her from leaving her chambers alone and follow her, she sighed and opened the door in frustration and to her surprise, the mysterious man with long dark hair and a bushy beard was the one guarding her door.

"Your Grace" he whispered standing from the seat he was perched upon just a second ago. She closed the door behind her so she would not wake Lyanna and stepped into the hallway never once taking her eye off the man in front of her. She knew who he really was or at least assumed she knew but she couldn't come out and say in case she was wrong, she would wait to he slipped up or she built up the courage.

"What's your name?" She asked calmly in the contrast to her brain which was screaming at her to scream at him and make him tell her the truth. She stepped forward so she could see his face clearly in the dimly lit hallway. There was nothing about his face to indicate the truth, it was his mannerisms and the way he made her feel that gave him away and reminded her of Jon.

"Snow, Your grace. Rickard Snow." There was nothing in his words that indicated deceit and it threw her off a little, she could be wrong she told herself once more. He stood watching her with the same intensity he had before, his tall frame looming over her but not in an intimidating way but the polar opposite.

"I am going to get some air, you can either stay here and protect my daughter or you can follow me and have the guards at the end of the hall take your post and protect Lyanna until you come back" She didn't want to leave her daughter unprotected and it looked like Rickard didn't either. He seemed to be in conflict with himself as he thought over the ultimatum she had given him.

"Your Grace, you cannot go outside without protection, not after the incident- he gestured to her side- I will escort you and have the guards at the end of the hall take my post until you are back safe" He stated, it was the most she had ever heard him say and his accent was not as strong as she initially thought, he seemed to have deliberated over his response too.

"Fair-enough, I need space though so could you please keep your distance and give me some sort of privacy." He nodded in understanding and gestured for her to walk ahead, him following directly behind her, silently not even his boots could be heard on the wooden floors.

...

After they had dismissed the guards and had them take up the post outside her door, she and the mysterious man walked outside to the courtyard. She strolled slowly across the yard making her way towards the wall looking over Winterfell, she knew it would affect Jon if it was really him as he had a lot of memories associated with this spot and she enjoyed the way she could truly be alone atop the wall.

She watched Rickard face to see if there was any reaction as they stepped onto the platform and towards the ledge overlooking the land beyond Winterfell and the same field in which the battle for the dawn had taken place, it made her shiver to just think of it. Rickard's expression didn't change and it frustrated her she knew it was Jon, she grunted and placed her hands on the ledge as she lent over the side shutting her eyes.

"Why?" She whispered just loud enough for Rickard to hear her, her eyes still closed. She couldn't keep up the act any longer she had to know the truth from his mouth she had to know if she was going crazy or if it was really Jon. "Why did you leave and not come back? How are you back if you died all those years ago?" She turned to him and looked into his eyes, his expression hadn't change thought there was a subtle hint of shame and confusion.

"I don't know what you speak of your grac-"

"Don't Jon, I know it's you. I saw you that night and I have never felt comfortable with anyone besides you then there is this guard and this Rickard Snow. You do not fall me, so please don't lie to me." She pleaded to interrupt his attempt to deny the truth, she was angry he had lied to her all this time, he had changed she thought. Jon snow hated lying he had expressed that when they met with Cerci and know he was the one initiating a lie, it confused her and hurt her heart.

"Like I said before I am not him, not anymore. I am not the Jon Snow you loved or the man that loved you "- he reached behind his head and slowly pulled off the face of Rickard to reveal Jon's dark grey eyes, his stubbly short beard, his scared beautiful face. -"I am No-one" Tears stung her eyes as she searched his face, he was still the same man there was still love in his eyes, he looked the same except the long hair but he was still the same man she remembered. She let out a shuddered breath as she tried to stable her heartbeat and control her thoughts.

She grabbed his face bringing her lips to his. She felt a jolt of electricity go through her and she felt her lips make contact with his, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist bringing her close to him and deepening the kiss. She moved her hands to the back of his hair tunning her finger through his long curls using them to bring their lips closer and she edged her tongue through the seem of his lips, initiating a deep growl from him and her tongue connected with his. She moaned into his mouth overwhelmed by the pleaser and desperation she felt.

He broke away from her, his arms still wrapped securely sound her middle. He pressed his forehead to her eyes and she closed her eyes letting him embrace her, his breath scorching her cheek like dragon breath. He gave her a soft peck on her lips, before moving his head away from her and loosening his arms from her waist. "We shouldn't have done that, it will just make things harder." He said breathlessly.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him, she was angry but sad at the same time, she pulled away from him turning her back to him. "Why would it make it harder? Because you will just leave again leaving us to think you dead. I needed you and you were not there" She turned back to him and saw the conflict in his eyes. "You have nothing to say?" She asked after he didn't respond, she stepped forward and started to hit him in the chest. "How could you just leave us like that?" her hands connecting with his chest over and over again as tears ran down her cheeks. He grabbed her hand stopping her, she started to struggle, he moved her and pinned her to a wall with his body.

She looked up at him through unseethed tear, he moved his hand to her cheek slowly and wiped away her tears. "I left because you didn't need me, you needed Jon Snow and that isn't me anymore. I am No-one just a shell of the man I used to be, I still feel the same sometimes but there are time's when there is a darkness inside me and I feel I can't control it." He said, she began to sob, how could he say she didn't need him. "When I died and came back I wasn't the same I wasn't the same man you remember and I didn't want to ruin your memorize of Jon Snow by coming back." He said softly, as he pulled her into his embrace her head resting on his chest as he stroked her hair soothingly. "I'm sorry, Dany. I was a fool to think I could stay away from you. When I was given your name I knew I had to come back and protect you." All the anger she felt just a moment ago seemed to disappear as she basked in the warmth she felt form being in Jon's arms once again.

"You didn't have to leave me or Lyanna, I would have loved despite your differences. You are still the same as I remember even as the guards." She whispered into his chest hoping he would see how much she had missed him and how much she loved him. She held him close not wanting him to leave again or for it to be an illusion. "Please don't leave us again"

Jon

"I won't leave you Dany, ever." He whispered into her hair holding her closer. The vizard of No-one was falling along with the walls he had built over the five long years away and without the women he loved, he felt it in his heart the sudden realization that he was home and that he was happy but there was something on his mind that he could not shake. Who had given her name to the faceless men and why did they want her dead?

No-one

She watched from afar as Jon and Daenerys reconciled from the shadows, her work was done and Jon was back. When she has first seen him in the Braavosi harbor, his long hair and expressionless face, she knew what he was and her suspicions were only proven when she watched him climb through the window of a random man and kill said man with no regret and no remorse. It was hard to watch and it was a shock, she had always known him to be kind and honorable just like the late Eddard stark but know he was as dishonorable as the rest and she had to change that. She followed him back to the place she had thought she would never see again, the house of black and white.

That night she concocted her plan, she would make Jon see who he was, who he really was just as she had done all those years ago but she knew he needed to do it for himself, she could push him in the right direction but she couldn't make the decision for him. She needed to make him see he was needed by his family and that he had a home to go to.

She used one of the faces, it was unusual for her to use such magic again but she knew it was the only way she could face him and have him believe anything she would tell him. She gave Jon, Daenerys's name, she knew he would never hurt her but it was the only way to get him to go home. She waited until he left, like she knew he would and made sure to get a message to one of Varys's little birds, decrypting that one of the faceless men were on the loose, she knew this would make the council panic and eventually end in Daenerys going to Winterfell as it was the safest place, well she planned it that way at least. She needed them both to be in Winterfell as it was easier to maneuver around and held a lot of memories for Jon making it easier for him to remember who he was.

As if on queue both Jon and Daenerys were both in Winterfell, she watched their first interaction atop the wall from afar hoping that Jon would reveal himself but she knew it would not be that easy. It frustrated her and caused her to take matters into her own hands and hurt Daenerys, it was not something she wanted to do but it was necessary. She used a little poison to add to the act, it wasn't enough to kill her but it was enough to harm her and to scare Jon.

But still, Jon didn't accept who he was and reveal himself to his family or his people. She used an alternative by making sure that Lyanna got to the stables at the same time Jon was in the stables, she knew the interaction would stir something in him and finally, she was rewarded for all her hard work she saw a glimpse of the old Jon. It wasn't enough though it wasn't until Daenerys woke up that everything started falling into place. Daenerys knew the truth and it wouldn't take her long to confront Jon or Rickard.

She turned away from the two with a smirk on her face, Jon was back and he had accepted who he was. She wouldn't reveal herself to them just yet, it was good to be home but she needed to leave once more. She wouldn't be gone forever, she would be back when she was ready. She would leave this time knowing her family was safe and knowing who she was, Arya Stark of Winterfell.

A/N: this is the final chapter, but I might do an epilogue if that is something that people want, let me know.