Special dedication to ProtonCoccus for helping me with this chapter

       
                        
In Kamakura, Rickon and Arya were sitting in the gardens feeding Dreamfyre pieces of cold meat. The young silver hatchling was growing bigger as the days came by.

As they sat in the peaceful gardens, Rickon and Arya watched in amazement as Dreamfyre gobbled up the cold meat they offered. The hatchling's silver scales shimmered in the sunlight, and its wings stretched out wider than ever before.

"I can't believe how quickly Dreamfyre is growing," Rickon said, marveling at the dragon's size.

"It's incredible," Arya agreed, her eyes fixed on the hatchling. "I never thought we'd be able to raise a dragon like this."

As they continued to feed Dreamfyre, they talked about the challenges they had faced in caring for the hatchling. They had to find enough food to keep it satisfied, and they had to be careful not to draw too much attention to themselves.

Despite the difficulties, Rickon and Arya felt a sense of pride in what they had accomplished. They were determined to continue raising Dreamfyre and to help the dragon reach its full potential.

The afternoon wore on, they watched as Dreamfyre soared into the sky, testing its wings and reveling in the freedom of flight. Rickon and Arya couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the magnificent creature that their sister had brought into his world.

" Do you think we'll ever go flying in the sky together " the youngest wolf asked, glancing at his sister.

" Of course, we will, " Arya smiled. " You, Me and the rest of our pack."

" I can't imagine Sansa riding a dragon, " Rickon teased.

" She's too ladylike " The young she-wolf mumbled.

" I miss her, Elaena and the rest of her pack " He said, signing.

" We'll see them again one day " She reassured him. "Though, I don't think Elaena will want to see me again; I kind of was a brat to her and accused her of some evil things."

" Like what? " Rickon questioned.

" Well, Hayate was worried that there would be another similar events like the dance of dragons between Elaena and Robb " Arya repiled.

" Why would he think that? " He asked. " We're not like Targaryens that would fight their own blood over  a wooden chair.

" But, Elaena is " the young she-wolf defended.

" She's our family, " Rickon pointed out. " She's protected us all her whole life and still is. " How could you say such a thing to her?"

" I'm sorry I didn't mean it,  " Ayra said, signing. " I love Elaena, she's still my sister; but she thinks I'm some clueless child. " She shipped me off to this place trying to force me to become something I'm not."

" She did that to protect you " The young stark defended.

" I don't need anyone's protection " Arya hissed. " I can protect myself just fine; I just wished she would see that.

" Don't be too hard on your sister she's just trying to look out for you " a voice said behind them.

The two siblings  turned around and saw Fuytuski standing there wearing a purple robe.

"Tsuki! " both children exclaimed, rather surprised to find the wizard our and about. "When did you start walking without everyone seeing you as the murderous emperor?" Arya asked without thinking, a trait that had always gotten her in trouble.

"About that... "

Hiroto soon entered the scenw, shaking his head. "So this is where you ran off to, Yoshirõ. You are very late for archery practice. "

Rickon scratched his red locks out of guilt, "お許しください、先生。私は..."
('Oyurushi kudasai, sensei. Boku wa...'.")

Arya looked confused. Rickon was using an alias yes, but his language and posture suddenly changed. He looked terrified as the captain of the soldiers dragged him away from the gardens by the sleeve of his robe.  Fuyutsuki looked on, his face pensive.

"Masato used to do that to me when I was younger. "

"Masato, as in —" Arya paused.

"Yes.  Always eager to learn how to use weaponry while I preferred to read. That was, until he poisoned my supposed heir. I would understand that Kyōko let Rickon use that name. He's her son at this point."

"What about me? I was wondering if I would get an alias like Rickon."

"Hmmm... there are plenty of girls, both noble and commoner named Arya, around here. In another language, your name means 'noble'. "

"And I'm so far from it despite being a lord's daughter. "

Fuyutsuki stayed silent. It was clear that the young wolf was frustrated, and Dreamfyre responded by nozzling her little snout into the young Stark girl 's shoulder.

"Sanaa would fit that name more. She's perfect at everything girls are supposed to be good at. Beautiful, can sew, sing, dance... and here I am, a Visenya wannabe. "

" How are you feeling? " Rickon asked.

" I feel good, little wolf, " Fuytuski said, lying trying to keep his face stone.

 
"Really? I don't think so. You're a Visenya, the icy kind. By the way, 'Hakuryū' is  a name meaning "white dragon." it would make for a cool alias while you're staying here. It's a boy's name but... well... "

Arya laughed. She looked pretty boyish already, Fuyutsuki needed not to tell her that.

"Hakuryű... I like it."

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Sleep did not come to Fuyutsuki that night, as the moonlight gave his lustrous hair a subtle gleam. With Hayate rearing at the enchanted sakura tree, the plant's ever blooming flowers glowed even brighter. He emerged from his quarters, still dressed in a long, grayish robe and walked into the royal gardens, unknowing of a presence following him until he reached out for a branch of the sakura.

"You look like you've seen a vengeful ghost. "

Masato was there, dressed in  white, symbol of death. White and gray, the colors of winter — Stark, mused the rather startled royal.

"I suppose I have seen ghosts before, in my dreams."

Masato nodded,giving the magical tree a longing look. "There's a reason why I haven't passed on yet... it's because of you."

I'd not be surprised. It's always because of me, said a small voice inside Fuyutsuki's head.

"What do I have to do then? " he ended up asking.

"I need you to forgive yourself. I have already forgiven you for your acts against me.  I realised too late that my thirst for power and my misguided desire to protect Kyōko cost me everything. It is hard to make peace with your guilt ; I mean — look at you — but soon, my ghost will be an insignificant part of your past. "

"Masato..."

The two were quiet, deciding to enjoy the feeling of the gentle, night breeze blowing in the area. At last, Fuyutsuki sighed. "I will try every day, to be better. I won't get shackled by your memory anymore. "

"I know you can make it. With that resolve of yours, almost nothing is impossible." replied Masato.

Fuyutsuki conjured a bouquet of spider lilies, passing it to ths white clad ghost of his brother by law. "If you ever get to enter the afterlife, send my parents their regards."

He walked away, out of the gardens and back to his quarters, feeling light as a feather. Had he been a ghost himself, us would've floated away into the sky.

Masato smiled to himself, admiring the flowers. This is just the beginning... and until winter comes, I will watch over you.