So I decided to make this funfiction. It will be an alternative story where Jon Snow, also known as Aegon Targaryen in the show (I don't like season eight by the way) and probably by different name in the books. My guess is Jaeherys but no one can confirm it of course at least until Winds of Winter comes out. But with George R. R. Martin rather making coffee books or working on Golden Empire and other stuff right now, it's a pure guess on everyone's parts. However I truly believe he is a son of Rhaegar and Lyanna at least in the show it has been confirmed, in the books it can also be Ashara Dayne however I really believe, it's Lyanna in the books too. Now in this fanfiction Jon is actually born as a female, which Eddard then accepts as his bastard and will name her Lyanna after her mother. She learns her true name in this story rather soon, I bet those invested in the theories and lore of A Song of Ice and Fire probably can guess the name already plus it's written in the summary. This story will go in the direction I feel is right, this will not be fanfiction based on a TV show but rather a story told more closer to the books. However as we all know a thousand people have a thousand opinions so not everybody will like it. There will be a bunch of possible romances, battles and maybe some intrigue. I will probably include the young griff and there is also a chance I am going to change gender of Daenerys to male to have a proper pairing between Targaryens, but I am undecided right now as I must ponder on how it would actually change Daenerys's story in Essos.

Disclaimer: This is a funfiction using characters from George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire book series. I do not claim any ownership over any characters or the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. This fanfiction story is for entertainment only, I will make no money from it. It is not part of the official story line.

This is also my first attempt to write a fanfiction, I am not a native speaker so please be understanding when it comes to grammar or language.

The last Dragon's Daughter

Chapter 1: She-wolf Image

Lyanna could feel wind in her face and the thrill which comes from a fast horse ride, Now she could hear her half-brother Robb. „Lya not so fast!"

Lyanna couldn't help herself and began laughing. „Why? So you can't catch up to me? This is race Robb, if you want to get closer, you must be faster!"

It was sort of normal for Robb to race her half-sister, they did that ever since they were just little kids, only now it was with the horses. If Lyanna was fast before, now when she is riding a horse, she is fast like a wind. „You will run that horse to death!" Upon this remark he could only hear more laughter from her as he already could see Winterfell.

Behind him he heard Theon Greyjoy, their father's ward. „We will need better horses, either these are bad or we are bad, which bothers me."

„Or she is really very good, and definitely better than us."

„Well they say that your Aunt Lyanna, her namesake, was also a very good horse rider, I guess it's run in your family Stark, even if she is Bastard."

„She is still my Sister Greyjoy, and the Stark, despite the fact that she is called Snow."

„Whatever, but do not let your mother catch you saying that."

Robb never understood why his mother hated Lyanna so much, because of her beauty, name, resemblance to the Starks or because she was a living reminder of his Father's adultery? „Look we are here and now we shall hear her boasting."

They both rode into Winterfell ancestral home of house Stark towards the Stables where Hodor already held Lyanna's horse Whitesong. She received the horse from Lady Dustin as a gift, it was a white energetic mare which complimented her owner's personality very well. „Where were you two? I wanted to get help because I thought you got lost." She told them with a smirk on her beautiful face.

„Hmm show off" Robb just retorted.

„Just wait until the next sparring session Snow, I will show you." Theon said with a slight sign of anger in his voice.

„Really? How to get my ass kicked? No, thank you. I think you showed me that already when I kicked your ass, squid." Lyanna, as always trying to get on the nerves of Theon, answered with something juicy.

Theon was now red with anger or embarrassment. „One day I will kick your ass with something else."

Upon this answer Robb got nervous and was ready to interfere. „Hey, hey easy you two it was just a race."

Lyanna was however already fixeting her gaze upon Theon, hate and anger within her Purple eyes. „Touch me Greyjoy and you will fuck your whores with the wooden cock." Her gaze had a certain aura of fear and Theon backed down a little with raised hands in resignation.

„Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that."

Lyanna calmed herself „Go kick asses of your whores, you Greyjoy cunt." And with that she walked away into the castle.

Theon was angry but also sad, he was always prone to be proud and vain, but when he looked at Lyanna walking away, he regretted what he said. „I am sorry, Lyanna.'' he said quietly.

„I doubt she heard you, idiot."

„Idiot indeed." They looked up and saw Lord Eddard Stark on the ramparts."

Lyanna walked through the hallways of Winterfell towards her room, still angry. „Stupid Greyjoy cunt, who does he think he is?" She walked by some servants who immediately started whispering behind her back. „And this irrite me too, oh the old gods, make it stop!" She stopped walking and started shouting at servants. „Am I that interesting? If you want something to say to me than say it for fuck's sake!" Both servants hastily removed themself from her presence.

„Young bastard!" She heard a familiar voice, a voice that she hated, Septa Mordane. „How dare you act as you do? You're in no position to do that."

Lyanna had a very bad mood and Septa Mordane, or as she refered to her hag of the Seven fuckers, was the last person she wanted to speak right now. „How you dare to exist and stand in my face?"

Septa Mordane got red with anger upon Lyanna's insolence. „You will apologize to me and right away you bastard."

„Say it nicely maybe I will, when the wall melts."

„You are an unworthy creature and deserve to be punished by the Seven, and you will be punished in the seven hells and now you are going to join your half-sisters in knitting and listening to the words of the Seven.

Yes, yes, I have heard about your fantasies and tantrums before, send my regards to your Seven, that I say hello from the embrace of the Old Gods, now if you excuse me I have a meeting with the bathtub." She nonchalantly moved around now red Septa, who said something about Bastard heathens and the father will hear of her defiance or what or something in that sense.

Lyanna was frustrated by her life in Winterfell. Of course she was more lucky than most, but with Lady Stark's presence, it was becoming unbearable. The most of the Lords and Ladies who she knew, were kind and respectful towards her. Even Lady Dustin of Barrowton who hated Eddard Stark, her father, because of some war incident which involved her dead husband, was very friendly towards her and even gave her a horse she now possessed, but Lady Stark hated Lyanna Snow with all her heart.

She laid on her bed and started thinking. „Maybe I could hastened my departure, I gathered enough gold already, maybe in Essos some mercenary company would take me in as a member, the Company of the Rose perhaps, or should I try Dorne? They say that Lady Ashara Dayne was my mother, maybe I will be welcome at Starfall, bastards have a far better life in Dorne." She was pulled out from her thoughts by knocking."

„Lyanna, may I come in?" It was her father.

„No." She simply answered.

He went in anyway, knowing Lyanna just needed to blow off some steam, she didn't bother to get out of the bed however. „Lyanna."

„Lord Stark."

„You don't need to call me like that in private."

„Hmm, as you say, father." She said that with a mocking tone, especially the last word.

„Don't be angry with me young lady, I did not give any reason to be such." He picked a chair, moved it next to her bed and sat down. „Anything to say Lyanna?"

„What do you want me to say, father?"

„You said a lot of things this day, some might say they were forced to hear it since your shouting echoed through Winterfell, though I found it rather amusing as you were threatening Theon with a wooden cock." He looked at each other with stone faces, before they both bursted into laughter. „Here she is, my daughter." He touched her hand. „Now can you tell me why I heard complaints about you cursing on Septa Mordane?"

Lyanna signed. „Because she is a self righteous bitch, who shares the opinion with your wife that I should be away from Winterfell or better yet, dead, so I couldn't corrupt her pure true born children."

Eddard's face darkened. „They told you that you should be dead?"

„Yes Septa five times I think, and your wife three times already, I am used to it."

„I am sorry, but she is my wife. I have to respect her as should you but wishing you to be dead plus telling you… I have to talk with her."

„Father there is something I need to ask and you mind not like it."

Eddard suspected what or who her question would be about by now. „Well, ask away."

„May I leave Winterfell?"

That was surprising he expected question about her mother not this. „Why would you want to leave?"

„Because I am not feeling at home here, too much hate and whispers aimed at me."

Ned sighed. „Lyanna where would you go? Bastard girl without any support from her family, traveling the world, can you imagine it?"

„Yes, it's better than a bastard girl with the family support, waiting to be married to some insignificant lord, besides who would marry a bastard?"

„And where do you imagine you would go?"

„I don't know, maybe Essos, The Company of the Rose are Northerners, they could take me in."

„She is set on this" Ned thought. „Lyanna, please, I promised that I will always protect you, I can't just let you go."

„Can't or don't want to?"

Lyanna's words stab him like a sword. „I am your father and I forbid you."

„Of course, you just imprison me here to be one of your bargaining ships, instead of letting me go my own path!"

Ned was stunned by the sudden outburst „Is this how she feels?". He was lost for words. „Lyanna please …"

„I hate you." With that she just stormed off.

So there we have it, the first chapter of this story, it serves more like a prologue and if someone will actually like this, I will continue it.