Hours after the King's return, Tyrion summoned everyone for a Small Council meeting, requesting Lyra and Ser Davos to attend. Aegon sat at the head of the Painted Table with Ser Jorah standing on his left and Tyrion on his right, Lord Varys sat to the left of the King, and Lyra sitting in a chair on the other side of the table with Ser Davos standing to her left.

Tyrion held the raven scroll Lord Varys gave to him as he walked over to the blind woman and her advisor, "This scroll came from Winterfell." he said as he handed the rolled up parchment of paper to the Onion Knight who took it carefully in his hands and unrolled the message.

"Did you read it?" Ser Davos asked, eyeing Tyrion, but the Dwarf merely glanced at the Spider who didn't look at all ashamed, but he did have a frown on his face.

"Wait a minute," Tyrion started, turning back to Ser Davos, "Can you read?" he asked, just now remembering that the Onion Knight was illiterate.

"I had an excellent teacher." Ser Davos answered, pain flashing within his eyes before he composed himself to read what was written on the scroll. Everyone, minus Lyra, watched his expression as he took in every word on the scroll, his eyes widened gradually when he comprehended what he just read.

"Ser Davos, is everything alright?" Lyra asked as she patiently waited for her advisor to finish reading on her behalf.

The Onion Knight slowly lowered the scroll, the paper crinkling from the movements, "Yes...and no, Your Grace." he answered, not knowing how else to phrase it.

"What did Sansa say?" she asked worried for her sister, staring off into the dark space as she turned her head in the direction Ser Davos was standing.

Everyone heard the worry in her tone as the old knight swallowed his saliva before opening his mouth, "Arya and Bran have returned to Winterfell." Lyra's eyes widened at what she just heard, "What? Arya and Brandon Stark...they've come home?" she asked, tears welling up within her eyes behind her hair, unable to believe what she has just heard as the last images of her two younger brother and sister came to mind. They were only little children the last time she saw them, with the years and tragedy that has befallen House Stark, she was sure they have changed just much as she has.

Ser Davos couldn't help but smile at her reaction, "Yes, they are alive and well." he said, happy for the Northern Queen to be able to receive good and happy news for the first time after so long.

"Your wolf pack has reunited at last. Congratulations." Aegon said, watching Lyra's pure human reaction to the best news she could ever receive after years of fighting.

"That was only the good news." Lord Varys said, breaking the mood, a frown set in place for the what else came with that scroll.

The Onion Knight's face fell as he nodded, "He is right." he said before he informed the council what else was in that scroll, "Brandon Stark saw the Night King and his army marching towards Eastwatch by the sea." Lyra's face fell, "He saw them?" she huffed out a breath that stopped in her throat when she realized, "Bran must've spent these last years beyond the Wall if he was able to see them."

"How close are they now?" she asked Ser Davos, immediately going into strategy mode to calculate and plan their next move on the battlefield.

Ser Davos looked over the scroll again, "I'm afraid it doesn't say, Your Grace." he answered after checking over the paper twice.

Lyra closed her eyes and laid a hand to her forehead, "If they make it past the Wall..." she mused, dreading the worse that will come.

"The Wall has kept them out for thousands of years, surely-" Lord Varys stated, but was cut off by Lyra who opened her eyes, removing her hand from her forehead, "I need to return home, my people need me." she said bluntly, worried for her people and her family that has just reunited after years of separation.

Aegon caught the fear within her tone, "You said you don't have enough men." he stated, remembering the reason why she came to Dragonstone in the first place.

Lyra sighed, "We'll just fight with the men we have. Unless you are willing to join us." she added sarcastically, staring in Aegon's direction, knowing he won't consent to help her.

Aegon caught her sarcasm, "And give the country to Cersei?" he asked rhetorically before stating, "The moment I march up North, she'll march in and take the rest of the Seven Kingdoms." he said, knowing that Cersei will not hesitate in grabbing every piece of Westeros if he leaves his fight for the throne.

"Perhaps not." Tyrion said after a moment of silence, making everyone turn to him in question, wanting to hear his explanation, "Cersei believes the Army of the Dead is a story that was made up by wet nurses to frighten children. What if we prove her wrong?" he said, giving a suggestion to a plan that may be able to help them.

"Lord Tyrion," Lyra spoke, "this is your sister we are talking about. I highly doubt she will happily come North to see the dead from a bastard's invitation, especially when this bastard was born to one of her least favorite Houses." she said to where his voice came from.

"So bring the dead to her." Tyrion said, staring directly at her as his words sunk into everyone's mind.

"I thought we were trying to avoid that from ever happening." Aegon stated, not understanding his Hand's strategy.

Lyra's eyes widened at what Tyrion is really suggesting, "I don't think he means a whole army, just one of them. Isn't that right?"

Tyrion nodded, "Yes. One is enough." he said, explaining his reason for this plan.

"Is that even possible?" Ser Davos asked Lyra who nodded, "The first wight I ever saw was brought into Castle Black from beyond the Wall."

"Bring one of these things to King's Landing and show her the truth." Tyrion said before Lord Varys spoke, "It's a swell plan Lord Tyrion, but it will be for nothing unless Cersei grants us an audience and is somehow convinced not to murder us the moment we even set foot in the Capital." he said, stating the reasonable negatives of this plan that would get them killed.

Lyra sighed through her nose, "He's right. Your sister won't listen to anybody, much less allow us safe passage into the city." she said, agreeing with the Spider.

"The only person she listens to is Jaime, he might listen to me." Tyrion said, though with a bit of doubt consider what he had done to their Father.

"No offence, but that is a very big might coming from you Lord Tyrion. He's been fucking your sister long before I was born. If her claws are in that deep, he will definitely bring her your head just to please her." Lyra stated, finding a flaw in his plan that would potentially lead him to his death.

"She has a point." Aegon said in agreement, "It is too dangerous. I did not bring you into my service just to let you get killed."

Tyrion sighed, "It's a risk I have to take if we have any chance." he said, knowing that his plan was crazy, but he needed to do it, if only to see his brother again.

Aegon and Tyrion stared at each other before the former let out a breath, "Even if you want to. How are you going to get into King's Landing?"

Tyrion was silent for a moment before he and Lyra turned to face the Onion Knight who was well know for his smuggling career. Ser Davos fidgeted under their stares before speaking, "I can smuggle you in. But if the Gold Cloaks recognize you, I warn you, I'm no fighter." he said, knowing just what was expected from him the instant they turned to him.

"Well that part of the plan has been solved, but it'll all be for nothing if we don't have any of these walking corpses." Aegon said, reaching another road block.

"Fair point. How do you propose to find one?" Lord Varys asked, only to be met with silence.

Jorah broke the silence, "With the King's permission, I'll go North and take one." Aegon instantly turned his head to his sworn knight and advisor who faced him, "You asked me to find a cure so I can serve you. Allow me to serve you." he said, knowing that Aegon would not like the idea of him leaving so soon after just reuniting with him.

"The Free Folk will help us. They grew up in the real North, they know it better than any of us." Lyra said, not wanting the son of her Lord Commander to go into dangerous territory alone.

"They won't follow Ser Jorah." Ser Davos stated, knowing the Free Folk will not trust anyone South of the Wall.

"No, they won't. Given his Father's reputation among the Free Folk, they won't feel inclined to lend their assistance." she breathed in then exhaled, "Which is why I'll go with him." she said, having intended to journey back to the North to catch a dead soldier the moment Tyrion spoke of this plan.

Silence fell upon the council as Aegon's expression slowly changed to that of fear when he realized what this woman planned to do. Before he could voice his protests, Ser Davos beat him to it, "You can't lead a raid beyond the Wall. You're not Jon Snow of the Night's Watch anymore, you're Queen in the North."

Lyra expected this, but didn't back down, "I am the only one here who has fought them, the only one here that knows them. I allowed the Free Folk South of the Wall to save them. They'll trust no one but me." she stated honestly and bluntly, knowing that no one else but her can go on this expedition.

Jorah glanced at Aegon, catching the faint look of fear the King was trying to control as he stared at Lyra, "You cannot leave. I have not given you permission to do so." he said, using his authority as ruler to stop her from going North of the Wall.

Lyra turned her unseeing eyes in his direction, "With all due respect, Your Grace, I don't need your permission. I am a Queen." she stated, "I came here knowing you could have your men behead me, or your dragons burn me alive. I put my trust in you, a stranger, because I knew this would be the best chance for my people, for all our people. Now I'm asking you to trust in a stranger, trust me to help this country. Because this is our best chance to save everyone." she finished her speech, looking at him the same way she did when she first told him about the army of the dead.

Aegon was silent throughout her speech, her words piercing him down to his soul. He wanted to deny her request, keep her from ever going to that frozen wasteland beyond the Wall he heard so much about. But her determination and her willingness to put her life on the line for her people made something stir within his core: admiration, hope, and respect.

After a while, he sighed through his nose, "I trust you." he said as he nodded his head, accepting her decision, even if he doesn't like it.

Lyra bowed her head to Aegon, "Thank you, Your Grace."


Over the next five days, whilst Ser Davos and Tyrion sailed to King's Landing, Lyra, with the help of a Northman, wrote a scroll to her sisters and brother to tell them she was alright and what their plans currently were as they made preparations for the journey back to the North. In between making preparations and checking the progress on the dragon glass weapons they will need for their expedition beyond the Wall, she would spar with the Unsullied, Dothraki and North soldiers to keep her senses sharp and train for the upcoming battle.

Presently, she was training a young squire of ten and five from House Glover, "Shield up Gray!" she sternly instructed as she tapped the boy on the side of his head. Warriors from the Eastern Sea and the North stood on the sidelines watching and cheering for the Queen and the green boy as the North call him.

"It's too heavy." Gray stumbled, rubbing the side of his head with his knuckles that gripped the practice sword while his other arm strained to keep the shield off the ground.

"If it wasn't heavy it wouldn't stop a war hammer from smashing your brains in, now get it up!" Lyra ordered in the direction she heard and sensed the young squire in. Lowering her practice sword, she stepped toward the sound of ragged breathing to help him hold his shield correctly. With one hand, she easily lifted the shield up with no problem untli Gray was able to hold it against his chest. Taking her hand away from the shield, she placed her hand on top of his hair, "Shield up boy, or I'll ring your head like a bell." she said before ruffling his hair for a bit before stepping away, hearing him breath out a laugh as she twirled her sword in her right hand, "Again."

Overlooking the sparing arena stood Aegon and Ser Jorah who watched the Northern Queen train the boy. "She's good, she fights better than all the women on Bear Island." Jorah commented, having seen the young woman fight the most skilled warriors from the Dothraki.

Aegon nodded, eyes not leaving the Queen who moved gracefully yet ferociously with every swing of the sword, "Her loss of sight made her other senses sharper and her reflexes faster. So naturally she has become a stronger warrior." he stated, having fought in the dark one time and was forced to rely on his other senses in order to survive.

Jorah hummed, "A true female warrior, and a blind one at that." he said, still completely dumbfounded when Aegon informed him about Lyra's lack of sight when she left him alone with the King. "And she's accompanying me on this expedition." he added, not sure how he should feel about letting a blind woman venture into one of the coldest, most dangerous places in Westeros.

Aegon nodded reluctantly, "She has to, the Free Folk know her, and she's the only Northerner who has gone beyond the Wall." he said, unhappy with the idea of her going back to such a place.

Jorah caught the look on his King's face when he said that, taking note of how his eyes never left the Northern Queen's slender form as she sparred with two Dothraki blood riders. The exiled knight knew of Aegon's attraction to Lyra the moment he saw them together on that cliff, and his not so subtle reaction to her planning to go to Wall as well as his attempt to keep her on the island proved to Jorah and all who were present of his feelings for the blind warrior.

Looking at how the young woman bested her opponents with almost inhuman skill, Jorah couldn't blame Aegon for being drawn to her. Not only is she beautiful and a fighter, she is incredibly patient with everyone around her, she puts the wellbeing of her people first, and she holds an air of mystery that is just begging to be solved.

"I'll keep her safe, Your Grace." Jorah said suddenly, making Aegon turn to see as knowing smile on the bear's face. The King coughed and turned his head to cover the blush that dusted his cheeks, "Thank You Ser Jorah." he said, feeling a little embarrassed but grateful to his ever devoted sworn sword who understands him much better than he could understand himself.


Lyra sat with Ghost by the cliffs again, the wind blowing her hair out of her eyes as she gazed out at the sea, trying to listen for the sound of ship sail flapping in the distance through the roaring of the waves and the whistling of the wind. All the preparations were underway, and Tyrion and Ser Davos should be back very soon, then it's off to the Wall again. She was taking this time to relax before she went off on this expedition, and wanted to spend these few peaceful moments with her constant companion before they march to yet another fight for survival.

"You excited to go to the Wall again?" Lyra asked Ghost, leaning her back against his warm fur. Ghost's ever silence was her answer, but she sensed displeasure at the mention of the Wall.

"Neither am I." Lyra stated, feeling the wind against her face, "But we have to do it, there's no other choice." She breathed in through her nose then exhaled, "Believe it or not, I actually miss the snow. Sad that beautiful white covered landscape has a thousand pests infesting it." she said, remembering the first time she went beyond the Wall, while it may have been freezing and rough, the way the sunlight with the snow was so entrancing that it was forever engrained into her mind.

"Really now," a familiar voice entered the area, "from what I heard, for all the beauty and wonder winter snow possesses, it can be quite overwhelming and deadly if one is unprepared for the unyielding storm it brings. Much like Northern people if I'm not mistaken."

Lyra chuckled lightly under her breath as she addressed the newcomer, "You're not wrong about that assessment, Your Grace."

Aegon smirked slightly when he caught a subtle twitch of surprise in her shoulders at his sudden appearance. The way she rested against her Direwolf made her look pure and helpless, which is ironic given how huge the creature is right next to her, even when lying down.

"Did you need something?" Lyra asked, turning to face where he was standing. "Ser Davos and Tyrion have returned, and they brought a blacksmith with them." Aegon answered, informing her about the safe return of their advisors.

Lyra leaned away from Ghost, "Has Lord Tyrion succeeded?" she asked, happy that Dwarf is alive, but worried if whether that meeting with his older brother has become a success.

"He has. He certainly has a knack for coming out alive." Aegon commented, making the corner of Lyra's mouth rise up in amusement. "One of his many talents." she said with a shake of her head as she rose to her feet, Ghost following her as they stood together. "Now all we need is a wight." Lyra stated, ready to return beyond the Wall to do as intended.

Aegon's smile vanished, "So you have no intention of backing out?" he asked, his heart screaming at him not to let this woman leave.

Lyra placed her hand back in her Direwolf's fur, "My men put their lives at risk to fight for me, I must be willing to do the same for them. I can't just sit around and wait forever. I'm sure you feel the same."

Aegon was silent, feeling defeated when she used his morals and against him. He smiled, "You are correct. I must admit, I will miss these talks, they are quite interesting, far more engaging and exciting." he said, not afraid to admit that he enjoyed spending time with her.

Lyra felt something thrum within her at his words, it made her feel happy, which confused her, but she kept her face composed as she responded, "I thank you for your hospitality and for allowing my people to mine the dragon glass. It will truly help us in the wars to come." she paused when the memory of the old maester of Castle Black sprang forth within her mind. "There's something else you need to know before I leave for the North."

At Aegon's silence, she said, "You're not the first Targaryen I met." Even though she couldn't see, she knew the King's eyes widened before she continued, "His name was Aemon Targaryen; he was a maester who served at Castle Black, but before that, he was the older brother of Aegon V, your Great-Grandfather." she smiled as she remember her elder yet wise friend, "He was old, the oldest Targaryen who ever lived in the history of your House." she laughed lightly, "And he was blind, like I am. Yet despite his age and his loss of sight, he was wise, and kind to me and my brothers of the Night's Watch." Tears gathered at the memory of the kind maester, "He knew about you, what you've gone through in your exile, the good and the bad. He was so proud of you, of what you've done for the people across the Narrow Sea." she lowered her head, "I wasn't with him when old age finally took him, but I am sure that you were on his mind until the very end."

Aegon's his eyes filled with tears at what he just heard, there was one more Targaryen that resided here, and was thinking about him despite never meeting him. Tears streamed down his face as happiness, love and sadness filled him. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked, trying to keep his voice from cracking as he stared at the blind woman who also had tears in her eyes.

"Because you deserve to know that you were never alone, that you had at least one person waiting for you to come home." Lyra said, feeling the man's emotions. "Maester Aemon would have wanted you to know as well. He regretted not being able to protect you, or help you in your time of need. On behalf of my dearest, I ask that you forgive him." her voice was barely above a whisper as a tear spilled over the more she remembered her friend.

The King's heart broke at that, he can hear it within her voice that she valued the memory of his Great-Great Uncle who she considered one of the most valuable people within her life. Not knowing what compelled him, he walked towards Lyra with almost silent footsteps until he was in front of her. Raising his hand to her face, he rested his fingers on her cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away her tears. "There is nothing to forgive." he whispered, "The fact that he even thought of me makes me happy. I wish I got to know him the way you did." he said, grateful to this woman for telling him about Aemon.

Lyra smiled through her tears, "To me, he wasn't just a maester and a friend, being with him felt like family. I will forever regret not being there with him 'til the end. So," she swallowed, "I am going to ask one request of His Grace." she whispered, finding peace and comfort having his warm hand on her cheek.

"Anything." Aegon said, looking into her shadowed misty eyes. Lyra took a shaking breath, "When all the wars are over, when you sit on the Iron Throne, when you continue your House's legacy..." she swallowed again, "...please name your son Aemon Targaryen."

Aegon was silent at the humble selfless request Lyra made for the memory of her friend. The idea of having children always appealed to him, but with all the fighting and the wars, he had no time to think about it. The way this woman spoke of him sitting on the Iron Throne, like she believed in him, made him feel hopeful for the future. Stroking her cheekbones, he said, "You have my word."

Lyra's smile widened, her hand came up to the one that rested on her cheek and lowered it, grasping his hand in her two smaller ones, "Thank you." she said in gratitude, "Now I can go North knowing that his memory won't die at the Wall, or with me." she added quietly, making Aegon give her a questioning look. "Why do you say that?"

Lyra released his hand and held hers together in front of her, "In order to catch a wight, I have to find the Army of the Dead." she began, "It will be dangerous, some of us will be killed in the process. But I am determined for us to succeed for our people." she paused as Aegon's eyes widened at what she was saying, "I didn't want to die without at least passing on the memory of Maester Aemon." she said, accepting the fate that might become of her.

"Do you really believe you're going to die beyond the Wall?" Aegon asked, his finger nails making crescent shaped marks in his palms as he clenched his fists tightly.

"Death is unavoidable. It is always around waiting for us. Whether I survive or not, the future of my people has to come first. If I die, I'll die fighting." she said, her hand coming up to rest on her heart, specifically where the scar was located. "Bright side, if I die, you'll no longer have to worry about needing the Queen in the North to bend the knee to you anymore." she said, trying to lighten the mood.

Aegon didn't find anything good or funny about that horrible joke, "I'd rather you didn't die, because many people would miss you." he said, trying to remain composed. 'I would miss you.' he added in his head, unable to say it out loud.

"They'll move on; that is what life does after all. Because it won't stop for a single human." Lyra calmly said before Ghost nudged her shoulder with his snout, bringing her attention to him as she stroked his fur in affection.

"I must go now, Your Grace. The North can't wait forever." she said, knowing that she needs to go and they can't waste anymore time.

Aegon bowed his head to her, "I wish you a safe journey, Lyra Snow." he said, keeping his true feelings in check.

It was Lyra's turn to bow her head, "I wish you good fortune in the wars to come." she said before walking back the way she came with Ghost by her side.

Aegon watched her walk away, his heart clenching at the sight of her leaving. This is the kind of pain he hasn't felt since the loss of his wife and child. 'Why am I feeling like this...why her?' Aegon thought to himself as he looked over the cliffs at the beach where he saw men gathering at the rowboats and pushing them into the sea towards the ship. His eyes caught one that was Ser Jorah who was waiting for the Northern Queen to join them with Ser Davos and that blacksmith. Soon enough, the two White Wolves came down and joined them, the large Direwolf hopping into the rowboat before everyone and said boat was pushed into the sea by Lyra, with the help of Jorah, Davos and the blacksmith.

The Dragon King watched them row further and further away from the island, his heart aching as the two people he values in that boat were leaving him. Even when he said goodbye to his surrogate Father earlier, he wasn't ready to see him go, he didn't want his family to leave him. Not Jorah...and not her.

A tear streamed down his face, "Aemon, watch over them." he whispered a prayer to his dead family member, hoping for their return he watched their ship sail away from Dragonstone.


Bet you all thought I was going to take forever with this update, didn't you? I know I am using some of the dialogue from the show, and apologize for that. Thankfully I made the second and third parts of the chapter to be more original and focus on Aegon and Lyra's relationship. Also, I wanted there to incorporate Aemon into this story because he was such an awesome character who should not have died without meeting Dany.

Thank you for reading and following this story.