The heads lined the walls of the Red Keep, decorations on spikes, the smell of the decaying flesh filling her nostrils. 

They were all faces that she knew, knew and loved. The one furthest away was Margaery's, her pretty face blood stained, her hair dangling limp. Next to her was Garlan, his eyes already pecked out by the birds, whilst Loras next to him had already began to rot, his once strong jaw now corroding away.

Next to the Tyrell's was her own family. Her sisters, Sansa whose face was beaten and bruised, Arya, sporting a savage haircut. Then her brothers, Bran who'd already been eaten at by the birds, who left him with a gaping red hole on his forehead like a third eye, Rickon, his head featured on a much smaller pole than the others, Jon, tears of blood flowing down his face, and Robb, who's own head had been replaced by Grey Wind's.

Her father's head was there too, merely just a skull, except his hair remained, and his eyes, staring into her soul. Surrounding him were the heads of his household guard; Jory, Cayn, Fat Tom, Alebelly, Desmond, Mollen, Harwin, Alyn, Porther, Poxy Tym, and even Vayon Poole the steward.

Standing in front of her was Willas, seemingly fine, even without his cane, Brandon in his arms. Then, as he opened his mouth to call out to her, he instead spewed up blood, his eyes rolling back into his head as he bled through his nose too. Brandon began to bleed too, his small white shirt showing the exact point in his chest where he should have been stabbed, and just as if it was a fresh injury, blood began to pour out as the two turned to rot in front of her eyes.

Just as she was about to scream, Lyanna felt an arm grab her around the neck, strangling her round her throat. Turning her face she saw Joffrey grinning at her, as he began to force a small sharp blade through her stomach repeatedly. Eventually, his face shifted like a Faceless Man of Bravos until he became Ramsay Bolton. He kept stabbing her until she found her legs becoming limp, and just before she fell to meet death, he whispered in her ear.

"Come and see, bastard, come and see,"

Lyanna woke up, paralysed in fear. She felt her heart pounding and her throat constrict as she gasped for breath. Her throat stung as she swallowed and her chest ached.

Slowly she got up from where she had been sleeping and looked down at her stomach. It hurt, as if she had really been stabbed, but she was seemingly unharmed. Running her hand over where she had been stabbed in her dream, she bit her lip as it ached, especially where she had been gaining weight, but she put it down to the dream still fresh in her mind, and the weight to the fact she'd eaten more than usual since raiding the Twins meant an increase in her crew's food supplies.

Sighing, Lyanna closed her eyes, running her hands through her hair, though when she had her eyelids shut, all she saw was the severed heads again, and the decaying corpses of her husband and son. It all had seemed so real, and it made her feel sick.

The image still in her mind, Lyanna felt herself heave, and so she ran to the corner of her cabin to throw up. This was the third time this week she'd had a nightmare, and her second time she'd thrown up since the Twins. It was just nerves though, she had decided as they grew ever closer to the wall, to Jon. She'd thought about this moment for so long, and now it was nearly upon her and she could barely contain her nerves and excitement.

As if she was in a hurry, Lyanna changed out of her night dress and into her battle dress, the one she'd worn as she destroyed the Twins, draping a thick grey cloak around her shoulders. She braided her hair back tightly into two long plaits that she then twisted into buns at the back of her head, pulling the hood of her cloak over her head. Then she attached her swords to her belt, sliding her dagger into her boot, slinging her bow and quiver over her shoulder. She was ready.

Lyanna headed out of her cabin and onto the deck of her ship to see that they were at the Wall, docked at Eastwatch, and that her riding party of Cassius, Brutus and her dragon were ready. The wolves would be coming later, she had decided, as she wanted to see Jon without the distraction of their pets. They were already off the ship and saddled up, and Lyanna stopped short, just about to step off the ship when she realised.

For the first time in  four years, Lyanna was back in the north. For the first time in four years, she was seeing snow. Taking a deep breath, Lyanna placed one boot into the ground, digging her heel into the snow, and then leapt off the boat, throwing herself to the ground as if she was an excited child. She practically was a child, only seventeen, and this was the first snow, and she was finally at the wall. It was tall, vast, almost magical looking; exactly the way she'd imagined it. She imagined what her life would have been like if she'd have never gone south, or east, or to the reach. Her father might not have died, or her brothers, she would never have married Joffrey and been raped by him and Trant. However, she would have never had Brandon, or met Alize and Daenerys, Eryk would still be a slave, and she'd have never married Willas. Here though, she could have been a ranger, and fought wildlings and white walkers. She could have risen up the ranks, maybe even to Lady Commander, the first in all the years of the Night's Watch, and bards would sing songs about her and the nights watch, the way that they never had done before.

Life would have been simpler here. She would have enjoyed herself here, everyday an adventure, but instead life took her on a whole other adventure. Lyanna remembered what she'd said to Jon so many years ago, that 'different paths often lead to the same place', and here she was, at last.

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Flying had become a lot easier since the last time and Lyanna felt much more in control than she had done at the Twins. Maybe because it was a shorter journey from where they had docked to Castle Black than it had been as she journeyed to destroy the Frey's. Her riding party were down below her on the ground, and were expected to arrive shortly after Lyanna, whose heart was pounding, not just from flying but from the prospect of seeing Jon again.

Eventually, she saw Castle Black down below, and Lyanna brought Rey down slowly, the dragon swooping overhead. The lower they got, the closer Lyanna got to seeing all the men gathered around, holding swords, pointing up to the sky in what she guessed was horror, until eventually the dragon landed in the main courtyard. Looking around, Lyanna noticed all of the men looking quite stunned and almost afraid as they pointed their weapons at Rey, who let out a roar, making them all back away quicker.

"I'm looking for Jon Snow," Lyanna announced, looking around, and when she didn't notice him, she felt her heart sink in worry and fear. Was Jon still here? Had something happened to him?

"I'm here," she heard a quiet voice coming from one of the balconies, and there he was, standing there, frozen to where he was stood, looking more stunned than the rest of his men. "Lyanna, is that you?"

"Jon," she breathed out, and her hands moved quickly as she undid the harness from around herself as she jumped down from the dragon's back, pausing to stroke Rey's neck gently, not taking her eyes off her brother. "Jon, its me,"

"Lyanna," he repeated, his eyes widening as he suddenly jerked from where he had been stuck previously, practically sprinting down the stairs.

Lyanna was running too, and the crowd of crows parted to let her through, her heart pounding and her stomach filled with happy butterflies. The two reached each other just as Jon stepped down from the last step and Lyanna practically threw herself at him. She launched herself, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face into the fur of his cloak surrounding his neck as he gripped onto her back tightly.

"Lyanna," he breathed out again. "Lyanna, Lyanna. It's you, I thought you were dead,"

"I thought you'd have frozen by now," she whispered out a small laugh, and she felt him chuckling at her.

"No, King Joffrey sent me a raven declaring your suicide, and when I read it I wanted to die myself," Jon explained, pulling away from her slightly, gripping her arms tightly as if to check she was real, his eyes moving over her quickly, examining every part of her. "I've missed you so much, sister,"

"I've missed you too, brother," she cried slightly, and then felt the warm tears begin to fall down her face. "I would have come found you sooner, I was going to I swear, but I had to hide from that bastard I was married to and..."

"You don't have to explain," he interrupted. "You're here now," he paused, looking behind her at the dragon, looking slightly terrified at the sight of it. "And you have a dragon,"

"You scared, Snow?" she raised an eyebrow, laughing slightly. Jon chuckled again as he wiped the tears from her face, and Lyanna noticed he was wearing the gloves she had made for him years ago. "I'm so glad to see you, Jon,"

"Likewise," he smirked, pulling her into another hug.

"How have you been?" She asked, her curiosity taking over, wanting to know everything about his last few years.

"Good, miserable without you," he noted. "And you? I'm sure you've had an interesting few years?"

"Interesting is one way to put it," she smiled slightly. "I'll tell you all about it later, and I want to hear all about your life here, no doubt as a ranger like we always dreamed,"

There was a time when they both knew each other inside and out. The Snow twins of Winterfell, inseparable from each other. If one of them did something the other followed not far behind. After at least four years apart, Lyanna had thought that her bond with Jon may have been worn and stretched, but no, it was exactly the same, as they both stood, two Snows reuniting in the northern snowfall.

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Aah it finally happened! The reunion at last! I've been so excited to post this for so long!

Sorry this took so long to post, but last weekend I was at a convention for BBC's show Sherlock, and it got me thinking about writing a Sherlock fic. Would anyone be interested in that?

I hope you guys enjoyed this, please leave a comment telling me what you think, but also, an account called -asoiafcommunity is holding a fan fic contest called 'ASOIAF Fan Fic Awards', and I would be really grateful to you guys if you would nominate this story in some of the categories!

Thanks for reading, hopefully see you next week!
~Olivia