AN: I've made a few tweaks to the story. I changed the colors and names of two of them and I had one of them claim Jon as their rider. It might make sense to go back and read the story, starting with at least Chapter 12.

Jon looked around the courtyard of Castle Black, seeing Sam help with Grenn and Pyp as they packed supplies and saddled horses. Lyandra was curled up in one corner of the courtyard, her silver eyes watching the men of the Night's Watch. Ghost was sitting on his haunches next to her, quite content with sitting next to a dragon.

A direwolf and a dragon sitting next to each other. The Stark half and the Targaryen half. Jon sighed, feeling the slight humming emotion of Lyandra in his mind. He was able to feel her eagerness to go out north, to go out and explore. Ghost was also a presence in his mind, quiet and still, almost not there.

He still wasn't settled from learning that he was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.

"Jon? What news from Rhaenys?"

He turned to look at Maester Aemon, who had come down to the yard to hear what Lord Mormont had to say about the Ranging. Aemon had turned his body to more accurately listen to the noises from the dragon, awe in his voice.

"My sister…" Jon trailed off as he heard a crack in the air.

"Your sister what?"

Jon turned around, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Rhaenys Targaryen Stark and Ser Oswell Whent stood right next to him, no worse for wear or travel. Ser Oswell Whent wore a white cloak over his armor, his hand on his blade. He wore a pack and a bedroll on his shoulders, ready for travel.

"How…" Jon asked, his eyes still wide and his body stilling in surprise. "I did not know you could do that."

"It only works if I've been to a location before," Rhaenys explained, shrugging. She looked more regal now, more queenly. Her hair was back in a braid and her stomach was bigger than it had been when he had last seen her.

Lyandra bolted upright, roared out a greeting. Rhaenys grinned, looking around at the men and horses. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Uncle Benjen is still out there," Jon said, seeing Aemon walk over and smile. Ser Oswell was a little pale as he walked over to flank the three of them. "And Lord Mormont says the wildlings are organizing."

Rhaenys blinked. "The wildlings? If white walkers are coming back, we should do something with the wildlings."

"What do you mean?"

Jon grimaced, seeing Ser Alliser Thorne walk up to them. "Nothing, ser."

"Wildlings don't deserve our help," Alliser muttered, as he passed by them on the way to the barracks.

Rhaenys raised an eyebrow. "They're of the realm of men too. The Night's Watch guards the realms of men. Who better to help the wildlings than the Night's Watch?"

"Not a lot of men think that way, Rhaenys," Jon spoke wearily, seeing her eyes narrow.

"They should but I suppose their bitterness supersedes their judgement. I should get back to Dorne but be careful? I do not want to have another dead brother."

Jon flinched, shaking his head. "I will be careful. Besides, I'm better at sword fighting than Robb is."

"We don't know what's out there," Rhaenys remarked quietly. "And I'll be busy waiting for the right time to take my throne."

"Is Robb still in Dorne with you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Jon hesitated and Rhaenys glared at him. Oswell snorted behind them, coughing behind a hand when she turned to look at him.

"You be safe," Jon said, glancing down at her stomach then back to her eyes.

"And keep Lyandra safe too. I put a warding on her when I left last time, just in case but..."

"She'll probably keep me safe," Jon assured her, looking at his sister. "Your Grace."

Rhaenys' lips twitched up into a small grin and then she disappeared with another crack.

"I never want to do that again," Ser Oswell muttered, his face still pale.

Jon let out a quiet laugh. "She'll have to explain how she can do that sometime."

"I'm important enough to have a knight of the queensguard with me."

"You are the soon to be Queen's brother. Of course you are important enough," Oswell spoke, glancing out over the brothers of the Night's Watch. "Looks like this will be a large ranging."

"Sam says it will be the largest in a hundred years," Jon explained.

Rhaenys arrived back in Sunspear, just as her uncle was leaving. Oberyn's ship slowly moved out from the docks and she waved, seeing Oberyn and Ser Daemon Sand on the bow of the ship.

The other three knights of her queensguard, Ser Arthur, Ser Barristan and Ser Gerold, were waiting under a tree for her.

"Jon's going on a ranging north of the wall," Rhaenys said, at their questioning expressions. "I left Ser Oswell with him and he has Lyandra too."

"He'll be fine," Gerold offered, as she began to walk back to the palace. "Oswell is very good with a blade."

"I just don't know what they're going to see north of the wall. A wight attacked Castle Black. Does that mean there are white walkers? Tyrion Lannister said that most of the southern lords think the white walkers are superstitions."

"Most do. I don't know if anyone really listens to any of the black brothers anymore. You saw the different men who serve at Castle Black."

Rhaenys dipped her head in a nod, seeing Aliandra and Morgana fly above them. "They were criminals, rapists and murderers. Samwell, of House Tarly, said that there were less than 600 at Castle Black."

"It's fallen out of regard," Arthur remarked, his new white cloak fluttering in the breeze.

Rhaenys woke up the next morning, hurrying to the pot that one of the Martell servants had placed by her bed. Her stomach was roiling in place, almost like she was back on the sea, and threw up. She had thought her morning sickness was over by now, given that it had been three and a half months since her and Robb's wedding. But she had never been pregnant before, not even in her first life so she didn't really know what to expect.

"Cousin? Are you okay?"

Rhaenys grumbled under her breath, holding her breath, and puked again. She heard Arianne open the door and walk up to her, stopping at the foot of the bed.

She finally finished throwing up anything in her stomach and looked up at her cousin, the heir to Dorne. "I'm… okay, Arianne."

"Morning sickness. I remember my mother having it when she was carrying Trystane," Arianne said, her dark eyes narrowed in worry.

"You don't have to be here," Rhaenys croaked out, looking out of the window across from her bed. "Where are the Sand Snakes?"

"Lady Nym's training Arya on how to use a dagger," Arianne answered, grinning slightly. "Your husband's sister knows how to use a sword already."

"I taught her. Lady Catelyn wasn't going to allow it but since I was already learning…"

Arianne smiled widely, her eyes intent. "I wonder what your uncle is like."

"Uncle? You know Oberyn already."

"I meant Viserys, your Grace."

"Oh. I don't know about him. I was only three when my grandfather sent him and grandmother to Dragonstone. They've lived a hard life though, that much I know."

Arianne nodded, her eyes narrowing in thought.

A week later, a raven came for her, bearing the seal of House Stark. Maester Myles of Sunspear delivered the letter to her, dipping his head in a slight bow before leaving.

"Arya! It's from your father!" Rhaenys called out, as she watched Lady Nym train her good-sister. Arya was improving with a dagger, having taken lessons from her already. She was just having to adjust to a smaller blade, which took some practice. Arianne, Trystane and Obara were watching too and joined Arya in walking over to her under the shade.

Sers Arthur, Barristan, and Gerold stood behind her, ever her watchful knights. Her two dragons, Aliandra and Morgana were bathing in the sun in the corner of the practice field, their big bodies taking up a quarter of it. They were growing and would probably not stop unless she chained them up, which she did not plan on doing.

"I probably should have given him a mirror before we left," Rhaenys remarked before sliding the letter open. Lady Nym followed Arya and Nymeria the direwolf over before raising an expectant eyebrow. Rhaenys read through the letter, dropping one hand to her own growing stomach, rubbing a thumb over her skin. Her eyes widened as she read over Lord Stark's letter, her mouth opening and closing in disbelieve. "It looks like someone tried to kill Bran."

Arya's eyes widened and Nymeria growled low in her throat.

"Did Lord Stark catch whoever did it?" Obara questioned, her dark eyes narrowing and her fingers tightening around her spear.

"Mayhaps it was the Lannisters," Arianne said, tilting her head and thinking. "You did think that his fall was not his own doing."

"Yes, but there were no Lannisters in Winterfell when we left," Arya retorted. "The Imp had left two weeks ago. Is Bran okay?"

"He's fine. Summer killed the assassin," Rhaenys answered, glancing down at Nymeria. Arya's wolf had grown too and Grey Wind too though she did miss him and Robb. She hoped their journey up to the Vale was okay. Maybe she should have sent one of her queensguard with him. "Though Lord Stark does say he would have liked to question the assassin."

Obara grinned, showing more of a toothy smile than normal. "I would have liked to do that."

"What else does Lord Stark say?" Trystane asked, glancing to Arya worriedly.

"He says that the assassin used a Valyrian steel dagger," Rhaenys said, looking back to Ser Arthur and Ser Gerold. Ser Barristan's eyes narrowed but he shook his head.

"Did Luwin have anything to say about that?" Arthur questioned. "The maester might know of a possible list of people who have Valyrian steel weapons."

"No. Lord Stark says he knows nothing."