A certain golden lion was currently trying to get some sleep the best he could but his mind was filled with nightmares at night most of the times, most of them were of the mad king raping his wife Rhaella, he could still hear her cries and pleads.

But tonight was different, for the first time in forever he dreamt of something peaceful.

The golden lion opened his eyes and found himself in a room, he looked around at his surroundings confused wondering where he was.

Suddenly, a loud wail came from nearby… he walked towards the noise and his eyes widened in shock as he saw his little ice wolf in front of him looking more beautiful than before.

Well, as beautiful as a woman in pain could be. She was giving birth to his heir or heirs! Beside the ice dragon was a handmaiden he did not know of, whispering encouragement to the suffering teen.

Jaime rushed over to her side holding her hand and stroking a hand in her hair, " Push your grace, push " the midwife said.

His little ice wolf nodded and started to push again, grunting out in pain while she did.

“I'm right here, Lya. " he called out.

" Please don't leave me " she sobbed out turning her head  to look at him.

" Never, I'll never let you go again " Jaime said fiercely.

His little ice wolf smiled tearfully at him before started to push hard this time while squeezing his hand.

A baby wail soon filled the room,  " It's a boy your grace " the midwife said showing them their baby

His eyes widened in shock, " a boy, his son a child he could call his own "

Lyarra let out a happy sob at the news, the midwife began to clean the little lion off before handing him to his mother's arms.

His little ice wolf held their son closely and  stared down at him in awe, a smile spread across her beautiful tired face.

" He's perfect, " Lyarra exclaimed.

" Yes, he is " Jaime responded with a smile resting a hand on the back of their son's head.

A few moments of silence went by before he tilted his head up staring at her and soon spoke up, " I love you, Lya  I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you please give me another chance to be a better man for you and our son "

She turned to look at him, tears beginning to well in her eyes, " Oh, Jaime if only it was that simple "

" It can be, please just give me another chance, don't leave me again " Jaime pleaded.

" Jaime, I'm already gone " She responded.

" No, you're not " He yelled, staring at her, tears began to fall from his eyes.

" I am, this is just a fantasy, my lion one that you wish could be true but it will never be because I am gone and I  will never return to you " Lyarra exclaimed.

" Stop, saying that " Jaime bellowed.

" Let me go, Jaime…. Of course you'll say that I am talking nonsense, well let me tell you something my love, I've tried and tried to be enough for you but I never was and I've accepted that " she said.

" You need to accept what your heart is telling  you then what you are trying to draw in your mind, you love Cersei and always will, and that's okay we can't choose who we love, be with her and be happy because all I want is for you to be happy " She added.

To his horror, the dream, or vision came to an end, and he was woken by the sound of shouts in the woods.

He opened his eyes and saw Locke standing over him with a smirk on his face, " That's enough sleeping for you kingslayer "

The Golden Lion was forced up onto his knees by two Bolton men, " Dream of something good  kingslayer, dreaming of your sister huh " the Bolton man mocked.

" Let's move, " Locke commanded his man.

Jaime reluctantly rose from his makeshift bed, which was actually just stone covered in moss. He did not dream of Cersei this time, contrary to what the Bolton lapdog claimed. He dreamed of his ice wolf, his little Lya having his heirs.

Children that he could've called his own, claimed them and wouldn't have to share them with anyone.

He never had any desire to sire children of his own, but when he married his little ice wolf he saw a second chance at life, his last chance of honor but he had all but ruined it.

For, his little ice wolf was gone dead at the hands of those bloody heretics and here he stood barely alive as it is.

He didn't see any reason to keep living because he had nothing to live for.

                 Meanwhile

Brandon Stark.

He thought that nane had been accursed. His uncle, the man he had been named after, had died by the hands of Southerners. Now he was also on the verge of getting captured by a traitor of a brother figure. Being crippled didn't help matters. All he had now were a few provisions and two companions in Hodor and Osha.

“I've always wanted to become a Knight, you know? Or maybe go on an adventure… I never thought I'd get my wish in the worst ways possible. Sansa always wanted to be a lady, look where she is now. " he lamented.

" Life doesn't work out the way you want it to, little one. Maybe in your case, it does… in a twisted way, that is. " replied Osha.

“Mother didn't want me to leave Winterfell when she found out that the King and his family were visiting. I guess she got what she wanted for a time."

“And Rickon? " inquired The Wildling.

“He wanted to be a great warrior who's stationed here in the North. Kind of like a Knight, but without the heavy metal armor."

“Where is he now?"

“Kamakura. Thank the old gods Empress Kyōko kept him safe. I dreamed of seeing him train with a slightly curved sword and a bow. He even learned some words in their language! "

Osha could only sigh sadly. The poor boy now can only experience such simple pleasures in his dreams.

“That's good to hear, but Bran you cannot dream forever."

The young Wolf's smile vanished. He understood what she meant, but having to give up his happiness in the face of Winter was just too much.

“What about you, Osha? Did you ever have  dreams that you had to give up?"

The Wildling did not reply. Yes, she had one but it had vanished the moment she had to burn down that home.

“I did, but winter took it from me."

Bran leaned on the white trunk of the weirwood tree, contemplating on whst his new mentor just said.

“We'll be fine. There's a saying that 'Winter must yield to spring'".

Osha smiled proudly at the boy she had come to admire. For a child overwhelmed by the blizzard of suffering, he still found it in himself to hope.

“Yes… eventually."

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Meanwhile, Lyarra was currently in bed, trying to endure the growing pains of her contractions. It had been a  tedious task; her body preparing for the coming of her heir or heirs.

“Aaarrrgh, never again!" she exclaimed. She hated how she could barely soothe herself now.

The doors opened, revealing the person she did not want to see forever. Samara had a determined look on her face,

" Damn you Jaime "  She thought angrily he put her through this pain through she did have some fault in this by being foolish enough to keep sharing his bed but then again it was her duty to share her husband's bed every night to produce an heir or what Lord Tywin had emphasized to her every time he crossed paths with her.

“You'll be okay, Lya. " spoke her former friend.

"What are you doing here?" rasped the suffering dragon.

“I'm here to help. I cannot leave you alone forever. "

“I told you, I don't want to see you again!"

Fuyutsuki told me the same thing, your inability to forgive will lead you astray. Cersei Lannister always held fast to her grudges, and you're doing the same. "

She  flinched, now aware of the alienating flaw of hers. Arya had been right ; she owed the mastery of her powers to both Samara and Fuyutsuki.

  “I know it is hard to forgive, but it is a virtue that makes us human. You cannot be a great queen without being human. "

   The Ice dragon started to ponder on the Asshari witch's words, not noticing the pain anymore. There had been a saying that she often heard when she was young; “to err is human, to forgive is divine".

Samara sat beside her friend, holding her hand as the midwives signaled for Lya to start pushing. The young dragon screamed, the pain får too much for her to bear. She squeezed her two companions' hands, both Naerella and Samara not minding the pain.

“Just a few more, Your Grace. " encouraged the midwife.

“I'm… trying… aaaaarrrgh!" Lyarra exclaimed, as she felt something, or someone left her body.

The room was soon filled with a baby's cry as the afternoon sun illuminated tufts of golden hair.

“It's a boy "

Lyarra couldn't even catch a break, feeling another contraction setting in.  Damn this insufferable endeavor, it HURTS!

She collapsed back onto the bed tiredly, sobs releasing from her mouth…. " I can't, I can't "

" Your grace, you must push again your second child is beginning to crown " one of the midwives said.

" Yes, you can… you are one of the strongest people I've ever met " Samara commented, squeezing her hand.

" You are the blood of the mighty dragon, your grace you can do this  " Naerella added.

Within seconds, Lyarra began to push once more screaming out tightly squeezing her companion's hands while she did.

She had felt pain before but never like this, the pain was a lot more intense than she anticipated. Cersei had mentioned childbearing once, but not in great detail. Birthing Joffrey must have been the hardest, that being her first child, but in her case, she was birthing twins.

A dragon wolf never gives up, she recalled from a lesson from Samara some time ago. Yes, she is, and will always be a dragon  wolf, especially now that she's a mother. Pushing for possibly the last time, she felt the second baby leave her body.

Soon, another wail filled the room, they took the crying baby and began to clean it off.

" A girl, your grace " they announced.

A tired smile spread across her face, enjoyed soon filled inside of her…. " Twins, a boy and girl one of each "

Suddenly, Lyarra felt a harsh sharp pain hit her abdomen…. A loud scream tore from her throat as she felt something beginning to tear through her.

Horror began to fill her face wondering what was happening to her.

" What's happening? " Naerella asked, glancing worriedly at the young princess before turning her head towards the midwives, a  panicked look spread across their faces.

" There seems to be another child inside of her majesty, but it seems to be stuck in the birth canal" They responded.

" Are you sure? " Samara questioned, her eyes widened in shock at what she was hearing.

" Yes, I see a foot … the baby is crowned upside down  "

A breach… oh no, no, no! Samara  realized. There had been cases of difficult childbirth, but Lya was only fifteen turning sixteen ; she can't die like this!

“I-I have a way to help. " she spoke up.

“Are you sure about this, Lady Samara? Performing magic on someone in labor is extremely dangerous, reserved for emergencies." explained the midwife.

“Does this one count? " Samara softly retorted.

Naerella had an urge that something could go wrong. She just hoped that the repercussions would not be that serious.

“Let us leave the Red Priestess to her job. " she told the midwife.

Lyarra had no choice. She was alone with a former friend now, and she was powerless to stop it.

Samara gently squeezed the teen's hand, hoping to reassure her.

" Your  child will be fine."

The witch had been practicing life magic ever since falling out, hoping to prepare if something happened between Lyarra and Jaime. To think that this could finally redeem her in the dragon's eyes…

A golden glow emerged from her palms, forming a rope that somehow bound the emerging fetus. The procedure would speed up the process, but cause worse pain for the mother. Thankfully, Samara had been familiar with combination spells, so she integrated pain relief in the phantom rope.

“Lya, remember that you are not just a wolf; you are the princess of ice and fire. Forgive me, if I had kept crucial things from you,but you have to put your grudges aside for the sake of your  child, please.  On the count of three… two… one… push! "

Lyarra was surprised to find the process a painless one. Still pushing, she remembered that she could smile all he wanted after this.

Soon. A third cry filled the room, which happened to be the loudest one. A triumphant dragon, both she and Samara realized. Naerella and the midwife re-entered the room, relieved to see both mother and child safe.

“Another son, Lya. Congratulations. "

The young ice dragon was about to say something but soon blacked out hearing Samara and Naerella calling her name before she did.

                     
                  
                  Author Note

Special dedication to ProtonCoccus for helping me write this chapter go check out their stories

So surprised, it's triplets I was going to have her have twins but then decided to just add another mix to it

I hope you like this chapter if you did leave a comment or vote down below

I am in major need of some baby names so if you have any suggestions feel free to comment them down below through I do have some names picked out in mind of them but not sure of what the final pick should be