She, sees many things, and knows many secrets, she plays to win the Game of Thrones, death is not an option. Aelgra Snow, twin to Jon Snow will stop at nothing to see herself and her brother restored to their birthright, no matter who gets in her way. OC story. Will go with the basic plot of the show then start to branch from there.

Pronunciation : Ey-L-gra.

Prologue:

Her footsteps echoed, ringing out against the cold night. As she climbed the sand-stone tower Aelgra realised she was no longer home, she was no longer safe and sound in her bed in Winterfell. Just as she moved to turn around a scream cut through the night, and rung out like a bell. as she approached the top of the tower that seemed like it had known happier and more joyous times, the screams got louder and more pained, until they stopped.

She had reached the top now and all that stood in her way was a wooden door that was slightly ajar, inside she could hear a man and a woman talking in whispers. She was pleading with the man, begging him. Aelgra pushed forward, ears first hoping to understand the words spoken.

"His name-Please-Promise me-" Her speech was calm, though faint and difficult to understand. Things in the room were difficult to understand, she could see the outline of a woman on a bed with a man kneeling beside her, she could not see who either of them were but felt like they were familiar to her.

"Promise me Ned" The female voice spoke one last time before the room fell still and the ghosts of some age old promise died away. It was like she was empty now, like a huge part of her being was gone, as though she was not born.

From the window at the far end of the room, a strange noise came far away, in the distance the screech of some terrible beast filled the air, the sand outside quickly turned to ash. The ash in turn became snow.

A great blinding light filled the dark room, she could feel the flames licking at her flesh, yet felt nothing.

Aelgra shot up in her bed, covered in a cold sweat. The girl was gripped with fear, she was disoriented and couldn't tell where she was anymore. She looked around the dark for a sign of where she was.

"Jon!" She called into the night, at first she was met with silence. "JON!" a candle flickered on at the other side.

"Aelgra?" Her brother whispered as he got out of his own bed and raced barefoot on the cold stone floor to his sister's side. "What is it?" His face loomed into view, his dark brown almost black hair that matched hers messy from sleep.

"I had another one of those dreams Jon, the ones about the war." He sat down on the foot of her bed.

"The one where the mother watches her baby die, then gets killed by the giant?" Aelgra gulped at that one, she had not told her brother all of the dream, the violent part where the large man attacked the woman on the floor before killing her.

"N-no." She sat up next to him. "This one was new."

"What happened?"

Aelgra retold to Jon what she saw, he listened to her and tried to calm her.

"These dreams you have Aelgra, they're just dreams, no one will hurt you not while I'm around."

"But it was all so familiar!" She protested, Jon didn't see she needed him to see. "Like I was there or I had been there."

"You're not there!" He assured her. "You're right here where you belong here in Winterfell."

His words were comforting, they always were after her dreams. Time had passed now and the details of her dream were disappearing like smoke blends with air. She felt her eyes straining, against her tiredness

"Go back to sleep Aelgra, I'll keep watch."

"Don't you need to sleep?"

"No, I'm awake its fine." He pulls the covers around his sister.

Once again Aelgra drifted off into sleep, this time it was peaceful, and dreamless.

Aelgra awoke once more, this time to the bright light of the sun streaming through the window, and her brother Jon shivering on the floor fast asleep. She took the blanket from her own bed, laying it on her freezing twin carefully so he would not wake.

After cleaning herself and brushing and braiding her long hair, Aelgra dressed in a plain slightly patched gray dress. In parts it had once had the sigil of house stark a Direwolf adorning it. But her father's wife, Catelyn had made her pull out the delicately sewn creatures, as she was not a Stark, but a bastard, something that Lady Stark felt the need to remind her of at any given opportunity. She thought of Catelyn bitterly as she made her way to the stables to shovel shit for three hours until she would get a brief reprieve form her lessons with Luwin.

As she scooped up a particularly large dropping, a gift from her father's stallion, she thought about her mother and weather or not she'd be happy with the life she was leading here in the north.

"Aelgra!" She looked back to see the stern face of Septa Mordane. "Inside now!"

The Septa marched off before her, Aelgra followed quickly hurrying to keep up with the surprisingly fast Septa, she hated Mordane, Aelgra had overheard her father and his wife discussing the possibility of sending her off to become a Septa, the idea of it made her furious. She wouldn't put it past Lady Stark to have her thrown in the ocean, to wash her hands of her.

In the late afternoon, Aelgra sat with her head propped up in her left hand as Maester Luwin droned on about the long history of house Stark, she had stopped listening about an hour ago, he'd been talking about Torrhen Stark, the King who knelt to Aegon the conqueror. Outside Aelgra can hear the sounds of wooden swords clapping against one another.

"Aelgra?" Luwin called to her. She away from the window to see the Maester's knowing grin. "Could you tell me of what I was just speaking."

"No Maester Luwin." She admitted. "I was distracted."

"Hmm I can tell, I stopped talking about five minutes ago." She'd wanted to be outside so much she hadn't even realised.

"I'm sorry Mae-"

"No need." He laughed. "Go on, get out." She rose quickly and rushed to the door. "But I expect a more focused student tomorrow."

"Yes Maester Luwin." She curtseyed, then flew out the door, rushing down the tower before jumping out into the courtyard where her brothers Jon and Robb sparred with one another. As Jon parried his attack, Robb swung downwards hitting Jon in the ribs.

"Come on Robb!" Egged on Theon Greyjoy. "Hit him again!"

"Block Jon!" She called to her twin just in time to save him from another swing from their brother.

"Look brother, our sister's here to watch our duel maybe-" Whatever joke Robb was about to make was cut off by another swing from Jon, knocking their trueborn brother to the ground.

"That's enough!" Called Rodrik Cassel, shooing them away. "Off, fighting isn't a game." The four of them ran from the angry master of arms giggling childishly as they did, before they could receive any punishment from Ser Cassel.

They found themselves quickly outside the kitchens, the smell of fresh bread wafting towards them. As Aelgra crept towards the windowsill where the fresh bread was cooling, the boys concealed themselves behind a wall offering words of encouragement to her as she closed her hands around the soft warm loaf.

One of the kitchen girls chose that inopportune moment in time to wonder out of the door and catch Aelgra red handed. She looks up and lets out a sigh of relief when she realises it's just Ros the cook's daughter. The red haired lass two years her senior smiled at her knowingly she glanced back into the kitchen before running with off with Aelgra to join in her misadventure.

Led by Robb, the five children enter the Godswood, Aelgra tossed the still warm bread to the Greyjoy boy, then picked up a thick branch. Jon, Robb and Ros did the same. Much like they would have done with the wooden swords Rodrik had taken away from them the children began to spar with one another, pretending they're the hero's from the stories Lord Eddard had told them about the war.

"I'll be father." Commanded Robb as he brandished his stick. "Jon can be the King, Ros you're Rhaegar Targaryen and Aelgra you can be Jon Arryn."

"Wait! who am I?" Asked Theon through a mouthful of bread.

"You can be my Aunt Lyanna." Decided Robb quickly.

"A girl!?" He spat out his bread in disgust. "I won't be insulted-."

"I'm a fat old man and I'm not bothered." Aelgra pointed out.

"Why am I the King and not Jon Arryn?" Asked Jon, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Should I not be the man I'm named for."

"Why do I have to protect Theon." Ros complained. "I wouldn't start a war for him if you paid me."

They began to bicker among themselves each demanding a different roll to play in the rebellion, refusing to take no for an answer when Robb would not let them have their way.

"No man or woman has ever chosen their fate in this life." They all stopped, looking round to see Lord Eddard stark standing tall and proud as he looked down at the children. "Ros, back to the kitchens with you, don't let me catch you neglecting your duties again girl."

"Yes my lord." She bowed before hurrying out of the door.

"Robb, Jon take Theon with you and wash yourselves up for supper."

"Yes father." Robb and Jon said in unison. Theon kept his head bowed, as though he was afraid of Eddard Stark. The three boys quickly followed one another out of the Godswood, as he left Jon gave her an encouraging smile it was as though he could sense her trepidation at the fact Lord Eddard seemed to want to talk with her alone.

"Aelgra, stay here a moment." Eddard leads his daughter to the weirwood tree, they sit on a fallen stump looking into the pool that ripples beneath the ancient tree.

"Is there something you need father?" She asked as she shuffled her feet.

"Aelgra, the gods were not kind when the gave you the name Snow to bear."

"Father?"

"A raven came two weeks passed now, concerning a position for you-" Her heart beat faster, her breath became strained.

"I don't want to be a Septa father please don't send me away-"

"A Septa?" Eddard looked at the girl puzzled. "What would give you that idea-" He stopped himself mid sentence, realisation etching itself on his ageing face. "You've been sneaking around again."

"I'm sorry father-."

"Don't apologise, and don't do it again." He said sternly before continuing. "About this position."

"Yes."

"A raven came from King's Landing, his grace the King has been kind enough to give me the option to let you be appointed to the Queen's retinue as a handmaiden." He knew well enough that Cersei went through handmaidens quickly, often sending them back to whichever province they came from once they got too pretty or ambitious.

"Would I have to go all they way to the capital?"

"Yes Aelgra."

"Would there be knights and masques and beautiful dresses and tourneys and-" She began to list off all the beautiful things that she could think of, to her King's Landing was a glittering jewel that was far out of her reach, only now it was in her grasp.

"Yes Aelgra, you would get to experience all of these things and more but it would be hard work the Queen will expect a dutiful servant."

"I'll do whatever her grace wants father a promise please! please let Jon and I go!"

"I'm sorry Aelgra, but if you go Jon will stay here no matter what."

"But-."

"This is the best thing for you, you'll have a position, honest work and maybe when the time is right I will choose a suitor for you an honourable knight or maybe the lord of a minor holdfast, Aelgra I know it doesn't seem like it now but this is the best thing for you."

Aelgra looked at her dirt covered feet, not dirt, the shit Lady Stark made her shovel each morning despite Winterfell having half a dozen stable boys who could do it instead. She looked at her ragged shoes, and worn dress, in the Queen's service she'd have many dresses, many beautiful things. But she wouldn't have Jon, she'd always had Jon since birth they had been together, they had grown together she assumed they would die together. As though he could tell Aelgra innermost thoughts at that time, lord Eddard spoke again.

"I spoke with Jon this afternoon, he understands he wants you to go Aelgra, he wants you to have a chance." She considered for a moment. "Aelgra, you were so excited just-."

"I'll go father."

Days went by quickly after she agreed to go, goodbyes went by even faster soon she was hauling what little possessions she had onto horseback and was heading out the gates of Winterfell accompanied by young Jory. She looked round to see Jon still waving, Aelgra didn't stop looking until her brother became a dot in the distance.

Only then did she look forward, instead of back.

They reached King's Landing within a month, Aelgra was sore and tired from the journey but more than relived to change out of her dirty riding clothes and into something more presentable for the Queen.

Young Jory was allowed to follow her no further than the gates of the Red Keep. He bid Aelgra goodbye, then hopped on his horse and rode away leaving the girl to be escorted to her new mistress by two Lannister Guards.

As they marched her through the halls of the Red Keep, Aelgra found it utterly unlike what she had expected, the walls were not painted gold but a fading red, much like the colour of brick. Busy servants paraded around in bright red or yellow robes indicating to which house they belonged, Aelgra looked down at her new dress, red in colour she smoothed it down to remove any creases.

They arrived a large open double door, before she could take in her surroundings the two guards pushed he through the open door and closed it behind her. Aelgra couldn't help but feel as though she had just entered the lion's den. Somewhere from within a woman laughed at a joke, Aelgra moved towards the voices.

Queen Cersei was a woman of twenty-eight years, with deep glimmering green eyes that told many tales with their depths, their colour matched her green brocade dress that left her shoulders bare. Her hair was golden and flowing, falling like new spun silk. Next to her stood a man in full decorative plate, who had the same eyes and golden hair. Both drunk wine and seemed to be reminiscing about something together. The Queen had a radiant smile on her face, that was until she spotted Aelgra.

"Your Grace." She kept her head bowed and curtseyed to the Queen just as her father had told her to.

"And who might you be little dove."

"Aelgra, your grace." She responded quickly. The Queen rolled her eyes as she knocked back the rest of the wine in her glass.

"Aelgra what? Aelgra Arryn? Aelgra Florent? Umber? Stokeworth? Thorne?"

"No your Grace." The Queen groaned at her response.

"Sweet girl, do I have to spell it out for you, to which house do you belong." The man beside her seemed to become uncomfortable.

"Cersei-"

"Hush Jamie, Eelgira here is speaking."

"Aelgra your Grace, and forgive me I have no house my name is Aelgra Snow I've been sent from Winterfell to be your handmaiden."

The Queen looked at her seriously for a moment before, falling apart and starting to laugh at the girl. Shaking her head and almost crying at her little joke the Queen began to talk again.

"I had no idea Ned Stark's bastard took such pride in the name Snow." The Queen manages to get herself under control. "Well handmaiden pour my brother and I more wine."

Aelgra moved to the small table behind the Queen and her brother, who Aelgra couldn't help but look at from the corner of her eyes she hadn't expected the Kingslayer to be so handsome. Aelgra poured the red liquid into the Queen's chalice as she was bid, then waited in the background until the Queen wanted her again.

"Girl." Called the Kingslayer as night approached she came forward with the wine. "No more wine thank you." He looked into her eyes deeply. "Now the funny thing is I could have sworn Ned Stark had a boy bastard, you are a girl right?"

"Maybe we should check." Muttered the Queen staring at the bottom of her chalice. The Kingslayer looked reproachfully at his sister.

"I have a twin Ser, his name is Jon."

"Are you close with Jon?"

"Yes Ser Jamie, I love my brother very much."

"Hmmm well I doubt you and Jon are as close as Cersei and I."

At that the Queen laughed and the pair went back to ignoring Aelgra, for which she was grateful.

That night Aelgra cries herself to sleep, it's hot and the small room beneath the Queen's is unfamiliar to her. Aelgra misses Winterfell dearly and with every fibre of her being she wants to run from the Red Keep and not stop until she collapses at the gates of her home, and back to Jon.

Sense gets the better of her and she remains in bed.

The days in the Red Keep went by quickly for Aelgra.

Which turned to weeks, of hard work.

Which became months, of servitude.

Until eventually it had been years since Aelgra had been in Winterfell.

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading this, I know it was a bit predictable and plodding in places but please stick with it, this story will be an unavailing of the story and using my character Aelgra to change the game of thrones. To anyone who read my previous stories this won't be set in the same timeline (I do intend to go back to it) But I hope you will enjoy this very much anyway.

Edit: Had to remove a prompt I left in I do this a lot lmao please of you see anything suspicious tell me.

Thanks :)