( A few days later)

Joffrey sat at the head of the council table, a rare sight even for everyone. Word about the failed appeal to the Suguwara clan had reached his ears, and it would be right to call out the perpetrator of that humiliating correspondence.

“I know what you did, little sister. " said he, as he faced Myrcella.

" I have done nothing your grace but sought out the best interest for our house... most of of gowns and clothing comes from the Suguwara clan without their trade agreement we would have to pay triple times the coin to pay for our cloth " Myrcella spoke up.

“You are having ideas above your station, woman. I am the king! Everyone is mine to torment. "

" Any man that says I am the king is no true king your grace " Myrcella commented.

“And any woman who challenges a man is unfit for marriage. Tell me, has your time with the little wild wolf tarnished you? "

“No, it hasn't. I've always had a spine."

" Careful sister, I could have your tongue remove for that little comment" Joffrey threatened.

Tyrion banged his hands on the desk, furious.

“Not before Ser Suguwaras cuts out yours ".

" I will cut his off first Uncle... I am mighty warrior like my father was and no foreigner will threaten me " Joffrey snarled.

“Then why aren't you on the front lines fighting Robb Stark? He would be honored to face the mighty King of Westeros. "

“Myrcella, enough! You will no longer correspond with the Suguwara clan, nor any other nation in Essos. Those barbarians are nothing to us." Cersei yelled.

“Fine. Continue your war and don't come crying to me when the Iron Bank of Bravos refuses your loaning requests." Myrcella exclaimed before walking out of the room.

" She needs to learn her place " Joffrey grumbled.

" I will speak to your sister " Cersei ressaured her son signing wondering what was going on with her little lioness and why she was rebelling aganist them.

It didn't matter for she wouldn't take up with her daughter's disobedience anymore.

        
 
    
 
    
As for Myrcella, she had retreated to her chambers, writing on parchment to someone she seemed quite happy to write to. From the looks of the stamp she was using, the letter was meant to be sent to Dorne.

If only her mother did not barge in so suddenly.

" Myrcella, I don't know what is going on with you lately..... but you can't speak to your brother like that... He is the king and needs your support " Cersei scolded.

“Oh? Than he's a failure in that regard. He's lost it ever since he decapitated Ned Stark, and ordered the assassination of Ser Suguwara, which you contributed. You're one to talk about support! " snapped the Princess.

Cersei quickly slammed a hand on her daughter 's cheek, but the lion cub kept her balance.

“What is wrong with you? You used to be so gentle and ladylike!"

“Didn't expect me to study governance so soon? I am one of the claimants to the throne, after poor Tommen jumps out of the window."

" So those wolf whores have really turned you against us then huh, I should've gotten ridden of them from the start especially that wild wolf " Cersei snarled.

" No matter they are gone now nothing but dirt now and you will behave yourself, from now on you are forbidden from the small council and will focus on your studies "

“Didn't you hear me, Mother ? I've always had a spine! " Myrcella insisted before hiding the draft she had written.

" You're a princess my dear you should be acting like one not like a beast " Cersei commented.

" You didn't even know me mother not that you care anyway, you're too busy with your precious Joffrey " Mrycella hissed.

Cersei stepped back at that remark. Perhaps she was right? No, she can't show weakness in front of her daughter, not when the war is on.

Having nothing else to say, she walked away from the room, noticing the stamp that had a pierced sun on the table.

*Why is she writing to the Dornish scum?*

            Meanwhile in Pentos

Lyarra was consumed once again in her dreams beginning to get lost into them and let her dreams take over her.

She opened her eyes and found herself in the great hall of Winterfell, in front of her was an ice throne shaped almost like the iron throne but had ice shades on top of the chair.

The young ice dragon slowly made her way towards it and reach out to the touch it... she placed her hand on the sides of the chair and started at completely curious about it.

She began to wonder why she was dreaming of this and what the whole purpose was of this dream.

The young ice dragon knew she would unlikely be able to return home to westeros let alone Winterfell seeing as everyone was after her and child not as long as the Lannisters especially Cersei lived.

" This is quite strange  " a voice said behind her.

Lyarra turned around and saw a silver haired  girl with purple eyes standing in front of her, the girl looks almost exactly as her expect for her eyes.

" Who are you " Lyarra asked.

" I'm Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen " The girl repiled.

" And who might you be " she asked.

" I'm Lyarra Stark of House Stark " Lyarra answered.

" Stark, you don't look like one.... you look more like a Targaryen like me " Daenerys commented staring at her curiously.

" It's complicated " Lyarra signed.

" I understand " Daenerys nodded smiling at her.

" Where are we " Daenerys asked looking around in confusion.

" Winterfell, my home  " Lyarra repiled.

Daenerys nodded looking around, her eyes soon laid on the ice throne.

" I've never seen a throne like this before " Daenerys said stepping towards it and placed her hand on the sides of the chair.

" Me either " Lyarra mumbled.

" It's beautiful, it looks almost like the iron throne itself  " Daenerys commented.

" It does but more spiker " Lyarra chuckled.

“It must be a King of Winter's doing. " Daenerys theorized.

“I'm afraid no such throne exists in the real castle."

" I think this may be a future throne that will be build in Winterfell perhaps my brother Robb will built it for himself one day seeing as he is the king of the north and one day when he wins he'll be able to go home and rebuild " Lyarra added.

“And source the ice from the wall. " Daenerys joked.

" Ice is our speciality" Lyarra teased.

" Yes, Starks are made for Winter " Daenerys mumbled.

" But, I still don't think this throne is meant for your brother... I mean they call him the young wolf and some say he's more Tully than Stark " Daenerys added.

" Who else could it be for " Lyarra questioned.

" You, perhaps " Daenerys suggested.

" I'm a freak, someone that doesn't belong and I've accepted that.... I'm never going to go home and even if I did it's not like I would be welcomed there seeing as the entire north thinks me a traitor " Lyarra signed.

" Who cares what they think, you're a wolf and wolves don't concern themselves with the opinions of a sheep  " Daenerys said glancing at her.

" As well as dragons " Lyarra hummed.

" Yes, one day I will cross the narrow sea and take back what was stolen from me " Daenerys exclaimed.

" The iron throne " Lyarra whispered.

" Yes, my family has died and bleed for that throne more than anyone else and I shall take it back with fire and blood " Daenerys said sternly.

" As a mighty dragon yourself have much capability of doing " Lyarra commented.

The mother of dragons smiled at the young ice dragon, her eyes soon widened as she noticed the girl's big stomach.

" You're with child "

" Yes " Lyarra smiled laying a hand on her stomach stroking it.

" How far along are you " Daenerys questioned.

" 6 months " Lyarra answered.

" Ah, you're nearly there I remember the last few months of my pregnancy and how badly I wanted my children to get here.... In the end it was worth it be able to hold my little dragons cubs in my arms " Daenerys said.

" How is it being a mother  " Lyarra asked.

" Its wonderful at times but other times tough, I never had a mother so I never inexperienced having one and now that I am it's so strange at times  " Daenerys signed.

" Well, I am sure you are doing a  great job " Lyarra said.

" Thank you, I am sure you'll be a great mother as well " Daenerys repiled.

" Hopefully " Lyarra mumbled her eyes lowering down to her stomach.

A few moments of silence past between them until the mother of dragons spoke up.

" Are you sure you're a Stark, I'm sorry if I'm being pushy but it's just you're hair is silver like mine and only Targaryens like myself are known to have silver hair " Daenerys exclaimed.

" You're right, I'm not a Stark well not fully one " Lyarra whispered.

Daenerys eyes widened at that but already knew she was much more than a Stark.

" My name isn't Lyarra Stark it's Elaena Stark Targaryen, I'm Brandon Stark and Shaena Targaryen's daughter " Lyarra states.

Daenerys stood there shock and began to analyze the girl at a closer view, she started at her closely and saw her eyes were slightly indigo like hers.

She knew then the girl wasn't lying, it all made sense to her why she was dreaming of her often and they were able to share dreams with one another.

Some Targaryens we're know for having strange dreams at times and sometimes was able to have dreams with their relatives.

“My long lost niece! " she exclaimed, and wrapped her arms around the teen. Lyarra could feel the  love from that hug, a similar one to how Arya would feel if she herself gave the she wolf an embrace.

Soon, the dream began to fade away within moments.

" Wait " Daenerys called out.

Lyarra opened her eyes and began to gasp out loudly wondering if that dream was real or not, did she actually speak with her aunt and was back in her home.

Soon, loud screeches ranged out in the room..... Eddarion soon flew over to her flapping his wings widely and curled into her arm.

Jamerion, Filavova, Meraxes along with Catshaena mad their way over to her as well and settle into her lap.

Crystal soon jumped onto the bed causing it to bounce a bit and lay down right next to her.

" It's okay guys, I'm fine " Lyarra reassured them petting them gently.

Suddenly, a knock on the door caused her to pause for a moment..... " Who is it " she called.

The door opened and in walked Arya who was carrying Dreamfrye in her arms, Lady and Nymeria trailed after her.

" Little she-wolf " Lyarra greeted with a smile.

" I don't want to wear a dress " Arya grumbled taking a seat on her sister's bed.

" Who says you have to " Lyarra questioned.

" Master llypio, important guests is arriving today he says and will stay here for a bit.... he needs to make a good impression and claims I have to act ladylike while they are here " Arya said mocking the master's words.

" Arya, this isn't our home.... we're guests here and we have to follow Lord llypio's rule it's the least we can do since he's letting us stay here " Lyarra explained.

" I understand but I don't want to be a lady, wear dresses or give birth to ugly babies " Arya grumbled.

" You don't have to be, you can be whoever you want to be.... I will not try to control you let alone force you to be something you're not but until we are able to find a permanent living situation
unfortunately we must bid by the rules " Lyarra said.

" We could travel to dorne and stay with the Martell's, I mean when Prince Oberyn Martell visited Winterfell 2 years ago he was quite taking with you and taken a liking to you even his lover Ellaria " Arya spoke up.

" I'm not going to drag the Martell's into my mess and beside I don't think Prince Oberyn will think me a friend anymore seeing as I am married to a Lannister now " Lyarra repiled.

" You're not a Lannister Lya, you're a Stark and my sister always " Arya defended.

" I'm also a Targaryen as well " Lyarra mused

" Also the mother of dragons and an ice bender " Arya added.

" I see Dreamfrye has been spending a lot of time with you, she adores you " Lyarra spoke up changing the subject.

" Yeah, I guess she does " Arya smiled.

Dreamfrye began to screech out loudly and started to purr at the young she-wolf.

" I've been trying to train her to breathe out fire but it seems she won't for some reason " Arya muttered.

" Hmm " Lyarra thought staring at the white hatchling.

" Perhaps, she can't breathe out fire maybe her element is ice " Lyarra suggested.

" But dragons don't breathe out ice " Arya defended.

" Not necessarily, do you remember Old Nan telling us the tale of the ice dragon beyond the wall " Lyarra said.

" Yes " Arya nodded.

" Fialova and Meraxes here breathe out Ice and Eddarion breathe out blue flames which makes me believe they may be ice and fire dragons... Fuyutyski did say they had ice and fire in them " Lyarra states.

" Really " Arya exclaimed in shock.

" Yes, through I'm not exactly sure " Lyarra mumbled.

" I can help you finalize that theory " a famaliar voice said behind them.

The two wolves turned around and saw Haycate standing there in his night gown.

The little she-wolf let out a chuckle, " Is that a dress " she mocked.

" No, little she-wolf it's a cloak " Haycate said.

" Looks more like a dress to me " Arya snickered.

" It is not " Haycate grumbled.

" Arya, enough " Lyarra chuckled before turning her attention to the old spirit.

" What do you know  about dragons Ser Haycate" Lyarra questioned.

" Not much through I know the Varylian dragons were strong and very leathel "

" What of ice dragons have you heard of them existing " Arya asked.

" I haven't through there are anicent tales of a few existing beyong the wall and ice benders would ride them into battle aganist the wildings " Hayacte answered.

" But I do know this, ice dragons are descendants of winter and belong in the cold " Hayacte added.

"Does this mean Dreamfrye will get ill since we're in a hot climate " Arya questioned staring at the white hatching in concern.

" No, Dreamfrye shall be fine seeing as she was hatched from fire... she can withstand fire and ice but breathe out ice " Haycate explained.

" Thank goodness " Lyarra signed stroking Dreamfrye's head gently.

Dreamfrye purr at her but soon turned her attention back to the young she-wolf.

" Also, Dreamfrye is bonded to you little she-wolf it seems " Haycate exclaimed staring at the young she-wolf.

" Impossible, only Targaryens can bond with dragons " Arya defended.

" Actually, little she-wolf I think he's right.... I've may of hatch her but she is more attached to you than me " Lyarra repiled.

" I don't want to take your dragon Lya, you're the one who hatched her " Arya protested.

" Yes, I hatched her but she has bonded with you and you with her.... the two of you are connected with one another " Lyarra said.

" She was meant to be your dragon and is " Lyarra added.

" Your sister is right, Dreamfrye has chosen you as her rider " Hayacte exclaimed.

" So, I can keep her as my dragon " Arya asked staring at the white hatchling happily.

" Yes, little she-wolf this is your dragon now " Lyarra smiled.

" Thank you, thank you " Arya exclaimed pulling her sister in for a tight hug.

Lyarra hugged her little sister back smiling, she wanted nothing more to make her sister happy and always place a smile on her face everyday.

" I hope to ride her one ride " Arya said staring at Dreamfrye who screeched out loudly.

" You will " Lyarra smiled.

" I had a dream last night of you, me, Bran, Rickon, Jon and of some unknown silver haired girl that looks like you riding on dragons together in the skies of Winterfell " Arya spoke up.

" I've dreamt of that before, what a bless that would be to unite the family together again " Lyarra signed.

" I miss them " Arya said sadly.

" Me as well little she-wolf but we will see them again and no one will tear apart our pack again " Lyarra exclaimed.

A few moments of silence passed between them until Arya spoke up, " Lya, I was wondering could I maybe write to mother and Robb... I know it's dangerous and risky but I won't tell them our location "

" I wouldn't advise that little she-wolf, anyone can get a hold of the letter in your brother's war camp or may end up into the wrong hand's Lord Tywin had ears everywhere " Haycate warned.

" No can know that you and Lyarra live especially the Queen " He added.

" Could you perhaps send a message to mother and Robb for us discreetly " Arya questioned.

" Yes, I can " Hayacte nodded.

" What if they spot you " Lyarra said.

" They won't " Hayacte ressaured the young ice dragon.

Soon, a knock on the door made them pause for a moment.... " Who is it " Lyarra asked.

" It's just say Raenys and Naerella "

" Come in " Lyarra said.

The two handmaidens came into the room and bowed, " Good morning, my lady, we are sorry to disturb you but Master llypio has sent us to bathe and dress you and your sister for the day.... important guests are arriving today at the estate it is wise for you to make a good impression " Raenys said.

" I told you to call me by my name, no need to be proper " Lyarra corrected her.

" Proper is everything here my lady, it would be highly disrespectful to call you by your first name " Naerella inputted.

" Well, I am asking you two to call me by my name " Lyarra said.

" If that's what you wish " Naerella nodded.

" I don't want to bathe " Arya mumbled.

" You must little she-wolf, come along " Lyarra cooed.

Arya let out a groan and got up from the bed.

The two handmaidens led the young wolves to the bathing chambers down b
below.

 
               
                
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It was almost mid afternoon, Lyarra was currently standing next to Arya along, Raenys and Naerella stood on her side  dressed in black and red dress at the request of Master llypio.

He claimed it would be wise for her to embrace her Targaryen side more and show it more often in public.

Suddenly, riders came in front of them stopping along with some carriages.... Master llypio made his way down the steps greeting his guests.

One of the carriage door opened reliving, a middle asian man wearing gold silk robes, he almost looked like Fuyutyski " she thought.

" Who's that " Arya asked.

" Lord Shemuel a wealthy lord from Yi Ti, Pentos and Yi Ti have many trade agreements with one another.... they sell silks and wine to one another " Raenys answered.

" Which is how Master llypio is one of the richest man in Pentos "Naerella added.

" Yi Ti, the golden empire " Lyarra questioned, the young ice dragon had heard a little bit the great empire from Fuyutyski.

Yi Ti was a mighty land, filled with beyond riches and was unconquerable some say.... it was ruled by three emperors through selfish ones.

The Yiddish army and  fleet was leathel and strong that no other fleet could take them down , Euron Greajoy had once travel to Yi Ti in search of new treasures and made the mistake of attacking a Yiddish ship.

The Greajoy had almost lost all of his fleet and nearly escaped with his life, Greajoys was always looking to fight for no reason.

" Yes, it's one of the greatest dynasty in the world " Naerella repiled.

Soon, another carriage came to view and a dark young handsome man stepped out of the carriage along with another man, the two was dressed head to toe in armor.

" Who are those armored men " Lyarra asked.

" Andros of Pentos and Cadel of Bravvos they are mighty free swordsmen that fight for themselves and what they believe in almost like protectors.

Master llypio leaded his guests up the steps but soon paused for a moment in front of the young ice dragon and her companions.

" My other honor guests, Elaena Stark Targaryen of House Targaryen and Stark the first of her name, mother of dragons and princess of the north " Masted llypio introduced.

" Arya Stark of House Stark, princess of the north, and my ladies Raenys and Naerella"

" Your graces " The man said in union bowing.

" No, need for that I am hardly a princess " Lyarra chuckled.

" It's nice to meet you, my lords " Lyarra smiled.

" Likewise, your grace " Cadel said grabbing her hand lifting it to his lips.

" I must say I have never seen such a beauty like you before " Cadel exclaimed staring at the young ice dragon deeply.

" You flatter me, my lord " Lyarra blushed softly.

" You're with child " Cadel gasped noticed her large belly, his eyes began to sadden a bit knowing the beautiful princess probably had a husband.

" Yes " Lyarra mumbled.

" How far along are you, your grace  " Shemuel asked.

" 6 months " Lyarra responded.

" Congratulations, I hope you have a healthy birth" Shemuel repiled.

" Thank you " Lyarra repiled.

" What do you call your swords " Arya questioned changing the subject.

" Justiceblade " Andros answered.

" Bright flame " Cadel added.

"  I don't use labels, your grace " Shemuel responded.

The little she-wolf nodded but started at the Yiddish lord curiously.

" Come now, let's all headed inside.... I have a big lunch I've prepared for us to fill out stomachs " Master llypio said.

They soon made their way into the estate.