The moment Aegon got that raven scroll from Eastwatch telling him what has happened, he immediately put on some warmer clothes for the North, got his bow and a quiver full of dragon glass tipped arrows and mounted Drogon, ignoring Tyrion's protests as he and his children flew towards the Wall. Fear clenched around his heart when he remembered what the raven scroll said, a million thoughts running through his head at what Lyra is going through right now against the dead in one of the coldest places in Westeros. As the winter winds slapped him in the face, he prayed, no, begged to whatever God above and around him that it wasn't real, that the dead have not come back. But the more he tries to deny it, the more real the truth became.

The winds became more violent, causing him to squint his eyes at the stinging coldness that threatened to freeze his exposed skin. Looking down at the landscape below, he was met with a beautiful scenery of white covered lands that seemed to shimmer whenever light touched it. Beautiful, yet dangerous, just like Lyra Snow. He shook his head as he urged Drogon to fly faster before they are too late. The dragon obeyed his Father, sensing his fear and uneasiness for the other Valyrian blood.

The moment he found Lyra and her group, his blood froze at the creatures they were fighting, their skeletal figures as the charged at the living, the chilling inhuman shrieks that came forth from their gnashing teeth, and their icy blue eyes that screamed death. He didn't think of anything at this point, only about Lyra and their comrades as he screamed 'dracarys' to all his children to turn the dead into ashes.

Drogon landed on the very rock the expedition have fought the dead on. From his spot on Drogon's back, Aegon whipped out his bow and notched a dragon glass arrow on the string then shot the wight that came after Lyra from behind, immediately putting the monster down.

"Lyra, come on!" Jorah yelled as he and the others began climbing onto Drogon's back.

"Get everyone on the dragon's back! Hurry!" Lyra yelled back as she fought through the darkness, putting down every wight that came her way with ferocity and swiftness in order to buy the others more time.

Aegon shook his head, letting out an exasperated breath as he notched another arrow, "Stubborn woman." he hissed as he shot another wight in order to save her. He kept this up until he was sure everyone of situated on Drogon, "Lyra, we have to go now!" Aegon yelled over the screaming dead and howling winds as Lyra continued swing her sword, then froze suddenly as her eyes turned in the direction of the frozen lake's shore. Aegon followed her gaze, wondering what the blind woman can see beyond darkness. All breath left his system when he beheld that one frozen monster that stood out among his commanders, the horns protruding from his skull was reminiscent to that of a crown. "The Night King." he whispered that one word as though it were a fatal disease to bring forth the Stranger itself.

As though the Night King heard him, he raised a lance made of ice and aimed it towards the sky. "Fly! Fly now!" Lyra screamed at the top of her lungs, telling the King to get his dragons and everyone out of here. She slashed at every wight that got in her path, "Get out of here!" she screamed again, begging Aegon to leave without her. However, all her warnings were for naught as that spear flew through the air and pierced Viserion's shoulder, his pain filled screech echoing in the winter air, freezing all who witnessed a great dragon fall towards the lake before he slowly sank beneath the waters.

"No!" Lyra cried as she changed directions from the rock towards where Viserion sank, cutting down wights along the way. "Lyra don't!" Aegon yelled, choking on his cry at seeing one of his children shot down from the sky. Lyra paid no heed to the King's voice, she kept running until she slowed down enough to sheath Longclaw and allowed the ice to break beneath her and the water to swallow her whole without putting up a fight.

Her action stunned everyone into silence, the sound of fires blazing and the dead screaming became distant to Aegon who stared wide eyed at the hole in the ice where Lyra sank through. His eyes stung with tears, his body hardly moved from his position on Drogon's back. Someone shook his body, but he was unable to feel anything in this world.

"Your Grace, we have to go now!" Jorah yelled, trying to shake the frozen King out of his grief filled trance.

Aegon gasped as he awakened back into his body, the pain that latched onto his soul made it hard to breathe after losing Viserion then Lyra. Hissing in an angry breath, he turned to his sworn sword behind him, "We are not leaving her!" he yelled, denying what he had just seen.

Jorah gripped his shoulder, giving him a beyond terrified look, "We don't have a choice!" he said, turning in the direction of where the Night King stood, making Aegon follow his gaze to see that monster being handed another ice lance. Fear immediately gripped him, realizing what will happen if he stayed any longer. Not willing to let more of his children get taken from him, he commanded Drogon to take to the sky, his large wings flapping as they left the frozen ground. Aegon held onto the spikes tightly, urging the dragon to fly faster to get away from the Night King before he took another one of his children. The ice spear flew passed them, narrowly missing Drogon's long neck as they escaped the dead.

Aegon looked behind him one last time to see the army of the dead becoming smaller the farther he flew from the frozen lake. His eyes caught sight of the two holes in the ice that served as grave markers for his loved ones. Tears escaped his eyes as grief filled his heart, his last two remaining sons sharing his pain by letting out mournful cries as they left behind their brother. Facing forward towards where Eastwatch was waiting, he bowed his head and mourned his son and what could have been.

'Viserion...Lyra...I will avenge your deaths.'


Darkness, something she has recently adapted to; cold, a feeling she has known her whole life. The blackness that surrounded her never scared her the way it did when she first awakened upon her resurrection. However, the frozen waters that engulfed her made it impossible for her to figure out where she was going and what was happening if she can't feel, hear, or smell anything. She held her breath and called upon her inner sight to help her find Viserion.

Opening her eyes to the unseeing world, she felt herself sink lower into the watery depths as she searched for the dragon's aura. Upon seeing a flicker of white and gold, she bowed forward and swam towards it, 'Viserion...please hold on.' she thought to the dragon's soul as she got closer to it just as the golden-white flame started to waver, its light becoming unstable.

Despite the numbness that was setting into her limbs from the water, she pushed herself to swim faster and save the dragon's spirit. Her arms outstretched in front of her as she glided through the water until she was directly in front of the golden-white flame that was barely the size of her palms, and becoming smaller by the second. Her hands came up and surrounded the flame as though to protect it from danger, which in Lyra's case, she is.

'Viserion, please wake up! You can't stay here! You need to get out of this lake right now, you have to leave!' Lyra begged through her thoughts, hoping the dragon can listen to her, but to her terror and dismay, the flame gradually became smaller. 'Viserion! You cannot fall asleep, otherwise, you'll never wake up!' Lyra pleaded, if she weren't underwater, tears would be seen, 'I know it hurts and you're tired and you just want the pain to end, believe me I know!' she shook as memories of seeing Rickon's spirit diminish before her eyes flashed before her eyes and the excruciating pain that came with losing her baby brother to a monster. 'But you cannot die here. I won't let that happen to you, I won't let you become the Night King's slave, not while I still draw breath!'

Just as the flame began to flicker out, she encased it completely in her hands before bringing it to her face until her mouth kissed the space between her thumbs and breathed into it the way she had done to keep her fingers warm during cold nights. Bubbles escaped between her fingers as her lungs burned from expelling all the air that was trapped inside from before she sank into the lake. When the last of her breath left her, she felt the golden-white flame becoming warmer as light peeked through her fingers before she opened her hands, releasing the beautiful flame that floated away from her and became bigger and stronger until it took shape of a dragon below her.

Lyra smiled despite the lack of oxygen, feeling herself fading in and out of consciousness as she sank lower onto the warm light, her hands frantically finding the spikes to hold onto before she gave one last mental command, 'Fly.'

Viserion's eyes shot open at the soft and gentle command as life returned to him, his body heating up as he moved his almost numbed wings towards the surface, exploding out of the ice and water like a tsunami just as the Night King and his army approached the hole he recently fell through. He let out a victorious roar before releasing fire on the dead army below, incinerating at least a quarter of them while flying away from the corpses.

Lyra gasped in a sharp breath when they broke from the water, her fingers clutching onto Viserion's back tightly as the wind smacked her in the face, freezing her exposed skin. Viserion continued flying until they were far enough away for the injured dragon to rest, his feet landing on the snow covered ground as he whined in pain.

Lyra breathed heavily, wheezing and coughing violently on Viserion's back as she fought to recover her breath. When she stopped coughing, she smiled and stroked the dragon's back, "Viserion...you did it...I knew you could do it." she rasped out in relief knowing that Night King did not get a hold of this creature.

Viserion let out an appreciative purr at her praise despite the pain he is currently in from the ice spear. Sensing the pain he was in, she laid a comforting hand on his neck, "I know, I get what you're going through. But we are not safe until we get you back to your Father." she said, knowing that they were still in danger of the Night King while North of the Wall.

Viserion let out a noise that sounded like agreement and determination, making Lyra smile before it fell from her face when she realized she doesn't know where they were or what direction they have to take South. "We have to get back to Eastwatch." she said as the wind blew her hair around her face, making her shiver even though she was sitting on a dragon's warm back.

Just then, a howl echoed through the air, making her gasp upon recognizing that sound and who it belonged to. "Ghost." she said softly, turning her blind gaze in the direction of where she can hear that howl.

"Viserion, follow that howl." Lyra ordered, firmly yet gently as she urged the dragon in the direction of Ghost's howl. Viserion let out a pained groan as he flapped his wings to fly, but stayed closer to the ground for when he needed to recuperate before flying again. Lyra held onto Viserion, only realizing right now how weak she feels and how the cold was affecting her senses, but she pushed herself to keep holding on as the dragon rested for while before going up into the air once more.

"We're gonna make it Viserion...we're almost there." she panted as she fought to stay awake on the dragon's back. At the weakening Northerner's words, Viserion pushed himself to return to his Father and brothers to save her as he continued following Ghost's howls.


Aegon stood on top of the Wall, overlooking the forest and the darkening horizon as his dragons circled around Eastwatch. However, he wasn't seeing the North, he was immersed in the painful memories of losing Viserion and Lyra in that lake. An entire day has passed since he saved what was left of Lyra's expedition, and no one was able to break the King out of his revere.

'This is my fault.' Aegon's thoughts haunted him as he allowed his tears to freeze on his face, blaming himself and grieving for them, 'I allowed this to happen. I let them die.'

Jorah stood at a reasonable distance as he watched Aegon's back, his heart bleeding for the King who lost the woman he loved and his child for the second time in his life. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward until he was standing beside Aegon and gently said, "Your Grace, we need to leave."

Aegon was silent as though he didn't hear Jorah speak. "Your Grace, you have every right to mourn them. But Lyra would never want for you to shut yourself off from the world like this." he said, hoping to get through to the King.

Finally, Aegon opened his mouth, "Just a little longer." he whispered, his voice coming out in a low rasp.

Jorah nodded solemnly and was about to step away from Aegon until something below caught their attention as it emerged from the forest. Aegon leaned over the wooden rails, squinting his eyes through the veil of white until he finally made out the shape, "It's Ghost!" he exclaimed, eyes wide as he jumped back then sprinted to the lift to take him and Jorah down to greet Lyra's Direwolf.

When the lift hit the ground, Aegon made a beeline towards the giant wolf who stopped a quarter way from the Wall to await the Dragon King. "Ghost," Aegon panted as he came close to the Direwolf, "where have you been?" he asked, breathless and confused to see Ghost right now as he realized that the Direwolf was not with Lyra's team when he rescued them.

As expected, Ghost didn't answer, instead, he walked around Aegon with ever silent steps until he stood beside the King. Before Aegon could question Ghost's actions, the Direwolf threw his head back to release a loud howl that echoed across the air. The King was surprised by the beautiful sound that came from the unusually quiet wolf, his howl harmonizing with the winter winds that blew around them.

The sound of flapping wings and the breaking of trees drew his attention away from Ghost, his heart stopping when he saw Viserion break through the trees with a screech then landed clumsily before his Father and company. Upon seeing their brother, Drogon and Rhaegal descended from the sky and landed on either side of Viserion who lowered his body in exhaustion and pain as their Father ran up to him.

"Viserion!" Aegon exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes as he took in the sight of his most gentle of children who whined in pain as he lowered his much larger head to nuzzle his Father's hand. "But-How-?" Aegon couldn't form the words to his question, but Viserion understood him as he turned his head to show someone slumped over his back. His eyes widened when he saw the Lyra, whose eyes were barely open and was clutching one of Viserion's spikes before her fingers loosened and her arm dropped, dangling over the side like a piece of cloth.

No longer gripping the dragon's spike, Lyra's body fell over the side. "Lyra!" Aegon yelled, dashing forward to catch her just in time before she made impact with the ground. Her body felt like a block of ice as he held her in his arms, but he did his best to ignore it as he turned her over to get a better look at her face, her skin was now a terrifying pale color and her lips were turning blue from the frost bitten cold. Her eyes were closed and he feared she was no longer alive until he caught sight of small clouds of breath escaping her barely opened lips.

With clenched teeth and new found determination, he picked her up bridal style and rose to his height, "We need to get out of the North now!" he yelled as he started walking towards the ship before he paused to look at Viserion who lowered his snout to him, more specifically to the woman in his arms. He made a sound that almost resembled a whisper as he breathed out hot air towards Lyra, enveloping her in brief warmth that caused her to stir and croak out, "Vis-erion...don't die." she wheezed out in her delierium as Viserion pulled back, turning to his Father, giving him a look to tell him, 'Please, save her.'

Aegon nodded in understanding, holding Lyra tighter to his person before turning to Drogon and Rhaegal, "Look after your brother." he said before he made a mad dash towards the boat with Ghost and Jorah trailing behind him. He didn't stop running until her was on the boat and started yelling at everyone to get him some blankets and hot water. Jorah ran ahead of him to open the door that led below deck before Aegon passed through and found his cabin with Jorah inside and carried Lyra to the bed.

Setting Lyra gently on the bed, he proceeded to untie the strings that held her frozen Wildling clothes to her deathly pale skin. "Jorah, help me." he said to his sworn sword who appeared at the other side of the bed to help his King remove the freezing cold furs. Ser Davos burst into the room out of breath as he rushed to the bed to help the Northern Queen out of her freezing confines.

The Onion Knight didn't need any instructions as he removed her boots to free her icy toes before they fall off. The unpleasant crunching sound hit his ears, making him look up to see Aegon opening up Lyra's clothes, "Wait, Your Grace don't-" he tried to tell the Dragon King to stop, but it was too late as Aegon held Lyra forward to remove the frozen furs from her person before setting her back down, his eyes widened when he saw her rising exposed chest that was littered in deep scars, more prominently over where her heart is located. Taking in a shuddering breath, he turned to Jorah whose expression mirrored his upon seeing the scars. After a moment of sharing bewildered looks with each other, the King looked behind him at Ser Davos who released a sad sigh and shook his head, "You weren't supposed to see her like that."

Aegon was silent as Ser Davos' words from their last conversation echoed in his head, '...a knife in the heart for her people' He shook his head to focus on the task at hand before turning to Jorah, "Warm blankets and hot water, immediately." Though his voice was low and quiet, the tone came out much louder than he expected. The exiled nodded, "Your Grace." he said, doing as he was bid as he moved away from the bed and walked out the door.

"Ser Davos, go on deck and loose the sails, we're going back to Dragonstone. And please find something warm for her to eat." Aegon ordered the Onion Knight who glanced between the half-naked Queen worriedly then at the Dragon King. "I'll take care of her...I promise." Aegon said, his expression being the most human Davos has ever seen on him. Taking one last glance at the unconscious and still breathing Lyra, he nodded before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him to preserve whatever warmth was inside the cabin.

Aegon turned his attention back to Lyra and proceeded to free her from her clothes, her newly exposed skin burned his fingers with such coldness he actually flinched. When every article of clothing left her body, Aegon quickly bundled her up in the blankets and furs that were present as Jorah burst into the room with all the extra furs that could be spared and a steaming bowl of water and cloth to help Lyra get warmer. Dismissing his sworn sword, he gently covered Lyra with more blankets until she was nicely tucked in.

Dipping the cloth into the hot water before ringing it out, he gently ran said cloth across her exposed face, from her forehead to her cheeks, bringing some color back to her skin. Aegon felt her skin, but hissed at the coldness that still didn't go away. Reaching under the covers, he found her right hand, noting that while it warmed somewhat, it was still cold beneath his fingers. He gently rubbed his hand against hers, creating friction before bringing his mouth to her hand where he breathed hot air onto her skin for added warmth.

"Viserion..." Lyra's voice croaked as she struggled to open her eyes, her bones felt completely numb and useless, but she can vaguely feel a warm familiar figure beside her.

"Lyra." Aegon looked at her face to see her eyes fluttering open, a relieved smile came to his face at seeing her finally awake.

She turned to his voice, "Your Grace-" coughs wracked her immobile body, sending Aegon into a panic as he wrapped his arms around her body and gently helped her sit up, carefully moving her forward and patting her back to ease her through her coughing fit. "Easy now, you had a rough journey getting here so don't push yourself." he said, keeping the furs wrapped securely around her to keep her warm.

Lyra wheezed as she fought to breathe normally again as Aegon pulled away to get the jug of water and cup that was at her bedside before filling said cup and bringing it to her lips, being careful not to go to fast as she slowly drank the soothing liquid. He took the cup from her mouth and set it back on the table, "Don't try to move too much Lyra, you've pushed yourself beyond your limit." Aegon said, still keeping an arm securely around her body to help her stay warm.

"Viserion...is he..." Lyra asked, her voice still rasping as she lethargically turned her head on Aegon's shoulder to look up at him with her blind gaze.

Aegon hugged her tighter, "Viserion is safe, he's being taken care of by his brothers. They'll meet us at Dragonstone." he assured her, the pain of loss completely vanished when he saw his son alive with Lyra beside him.

Lyra let out a relieved sigh, "Thank the Gods. I feared I was too late." she said, happy that Viserion is alive and back with his brothers.

Aegon looked down at Lyra's pale eyes, questions floating around through his mind as he gazed into her soul, "What were you thinking?" he asked softly, "When you fell through the ice...Lyra you could have died." he said, the memory of her being swallowed by the cold water still fresh in his mind.

Lyra breathed softly as she felt the rapid beating of his heart, "I couldn't let Viserion die in that lake, not with the Night King so close." she began, "Anything that dies beyond the Wall belongs to the Night King. Your dragon, your son, would've been his slave just like all of them." she swallowed as she felt Aegon tense, "I saw them...I saw their souls...they were in chains, in pain...screaming and begging for us to save them...to set them free..." she had a hard time forming that sentence as tears streamed down her face, the sheer impact of seeing the souls enslaved by that monster coming back to her at full force. "I couldn't let that happen to Viserion...not to your son. His soul...he would've..." she hiccupped, struggling to keep herself from breaking down as Aegon held her tighter, bringer her closer to his person, tucking her head under his chin and just let her feelings known.

"Don't keep it all inside Lyra. You're safe now, Viserion is safe because of you. Just let it out." Aegon whispered to Lyra, urging her to release all her fears onto him as she continued sobbing into his chest, unable to keep her feelings bottled up anymore after seeing those souls.

Aegon held onto Lyra, refusing to let her go as he listened to her hiccups and cries that broke his heart. 'Was this what she has been dealing with for years? Has she faced this threat all on her own this whole time with the fate of this world on her shoulders?' Aegon closed his eyes as he buried his nose into her damp hair, taking in her unique scent that put all his soul at ease.

"You'll not fight that monster alone Lyra." Aegon whispered, opening his eyes as her sobs began to calm down, "He's not taking this world, not while we are still here." he stroked her head with his hand to soothe her, "This realm belongs to the living, not to him."

His words brought Lyra peace of mind, the heat that exuded from his being wrapped around her and warmed the coldness that seeped into her flesh, and the security of his arms made her feel safe for the first time after years of fighting. "Thank you Egg." she slipped out, feeling Aegon twitch again before he let out a light chuckle, "'Egg.' When was the last time anyone called me that I wonder." he said, smiling nostalgically as happy memories of the house with the red door and lemon tree outside flashed through his mind. He never thought about that life for a long time, not since he set out on his quest for the Iron Throne. Yet this woman, this blind woman who sees more than anyone, is able to help him recall that long lost feeling without even realizing it.

A knock on the door alerted him, "Come in." Aegon gave permission before Ser Davos entered with a bowl of hot soup in his hand. He froze when he saw the Dragon King holding the Northern Queen in his embrace. Coming out of his shock, he cleared his throat, "Pardon me Your Grace...and Your Grace." he awkwardly said, not sure how else to address the two leaders. "I have brought the soup as you requested." he said as Aegon propped up the pillows behind Lyra to help her sit up to make it easier to take in the soup.

Aegon took the soup with a grateful nod, "Thank you Ser Davos, you go on and rest now." he dismissed the Onion Knight as he returned his attention to Lyra, stirring the soup around with the wooden spoon before he gently scooped some up and lightly blew on it before bringing it to the Northern Queen's lips where she took a sip of the warm liquid that ran down her throat and into her stomach. Ser Davos watched this rare sight for a moment, unsure how he should react to it before he left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Aegon spoon fed Lyra until the bowl was empty and was set aside on the table. "I could've fed myself." Lyra said, feeling better with her insides warmed after being in ice cold water.

Aegon smiled lightly as he adjusted the blankets securely around her, "You've been swinging a sword against dead men, nearly drowned in a frozen lake, and you held onto a flying dragon until you passed out. Don't take this the wrong way, but I doubt you have much strength to land a punch on someone."

"Free my arms from this furry cocoon and we'll test that out." Lyra said, shifting comfortably in the warmth. A moment later, Aegon started to laugh before Lyra joined in, her head falling back on the pillows as she released bursts of laughter for the first time in forever.

Lyra let out a sigh, shaking her head as she stared up at where the ceiling is, "If the Northern Lords could see this now, their Queen being nurtured by the Dragon King. I can only imagine their reaction."

Aegon chuckled, "As if they need anymore proof that the world is ending." he joked, making Lyra turn to him in surprise, "Did the Dragon King make a joke just now?" she asked in a teasing manner as Aegon shrugged and said, "I guess he did." Lyra grinned, allowing her head to fall back on the pillows again, "I guess anything is possible at this point." she said before a quiet yawn escaped her lips.

Aegon smiled down at her, "You should get some sleep Lyra, we'll be at Dragonstone in weeks time." he said as Lyra let out a soft sigh, "As the King commands." she said, smiling as she allowed her eye lids to close, feeling safe and warm underneath the furs and with Aegon beside her.


How many of you thought that Viserion was gonna die? Pfft, ye of little faith. I love that dragon. Next one is going to be a filler where they rest at Dragonstone and Aegon and Lyra have a moment that changes the Game completely. Stay tuned.