Arya couldn't believe what she was seeing. The great hero of the winter wars, the man who she looked up to more than anyone in the world was lying on a wagon half dead. His face was pale green, his wounds smelled worse than anyone could have imagined.

"Arya…" His voice was weak. She turned to Edd, his last commander alive.

"How?"

"Aegon sent him, he's on our heels. He thought we would be like a trojan horse in a way. Jon's only request that he die in Winterfell and buried near Sansa."

"Sansa?"

"Aegon told us she died along with the child." Jon's eyes were glazed, his breathing ragged. Arya's eyes were wide.

"Jon!" Arya bent down over him. "It's a lie, Sansa in the godswoods. She's alive, healthy. You need to get up!" Jon's eyes widened, he struggled to get up, but with the help of Edd and Gendry, they quickly made it to the godswoods. Sansa was humming to herself, brushing the fur of Ghost, Jon's direwolf. The direwolf never left her side since the news of the child.

"Sansa." Jon said loudly. His voice shaking. Sansa turned to see Jon being carried in. Her eyes wide, tears immediately coming.

"Jon?" He shook off his companions, stumbling towards her. He fell in her arms, both of them coming to the ground. Sansa held Jon as he smiled up at her.

"I knew it couldn't be true." His hand coming up to face, his smile the only thing that made him look alive. His eyes tralining down to her stomach, his other hand resting gently against the bump. She was almost due, her eyes locking once more with his. "I know everyone wants it to be a boy, but I don't." He whispered. "I don't want another me. Another me would only bring you more heartache." He coughed, he knew he wasn't long and from her tears, she knew as well. "I always wanted a girl. One with you bright red hair and my eyes. Oh the things she could achieve. The happiness she would bring."

"Jon, any child you give me would make me happy." Jon smiled up at her, his own tears coming.

"I love you Sansa Stark. Ever since you stole a kiss from me here in when you were 8." She gave a soft laughing, leaning down to kiss him.

"It was my birthday present." Jon smiled, laughing softly. Ghost whined next to her, while Jon's hand fell from her face. He gripped his other hand tightly, his eyes wide, a smile still on his face.

"Jon?" She asked softly. "Jon? Jon you can't leave, I just got you back….Jon!" She yelled. Suddenly pain shot through her system. The baby, the baby was coming.

Aegon entered into Winterfell. No Northern men stopped him, no one even looked at him. There was a somber feel to Winterfell, one he didn't exactly expect. His eyes scanning the crowd, looking anyone who looked like they were in charge of something. He spotted Jon's second in Command, the one he let go with Jon before he died.

"Where is the Queen?" He asked, Edd. Without saying a word, he led him to the great hall. Flowers were everywhere. His eyes scanning the room, finally coming to lay on the two in the center of the room.

"They are to be moved to the Winterfell crypts tomorrow." Arya said from behind him. A baby was sleeping in her arms. "As per northern tradition." Aegon's eyes fell on the baby girl in her arms. A Direwolf growled from beside her. Ghost's red eyes boring into him.

"Is that-"

"You're Niece?" She snorted walking over to the Queen of the North. "You gave up that right the moment you sent Jon back dying. The baby is from the North, and she will remain in the North. She is to be the next Queen."

"The North no longer has a queen." Arya glared at Aegon.

"As Long as Stark name lives on, there will always be a kingdom in the North." She looked down at her sister.

"I will allow the North to mourn-"

"You allow nothing." Arya accused. "Sansa and Jon wanted to Peace, yet you gave them war. For their sake, we will join under your kingdom, but let me be very clear. The moment I sense any harm to come to the people they cared about, will the end of you." She glared at him, even with a baby in her arms, Aegon never doubted she would slaughter him where he stood.

"For the King & Queen of the North." Aegon agreed.

"The North remembers. King." She sneered, taking the sleeping child with her. Aegon turned to look at his brother and his love.

"The North will remember you brother." He lowered his head. "As will I."