Hi y'all! Sorry for not updating my other stories but life won't let me sit down and write (and a bit of writer's block does not help). This story came to mind for some unknown reason (probably because I still can't get over it). I'm not sure if this story will be a one-shot or a story so I'll keep it open. I hope you enjoy it!

It's been years since she last saw her brother since they forced him to once again take the black.

She had spent years traveling the world, but she had missed her siblings.

But both of her siblings south of the wall had changed. They had become disconnected from the people, ruthless against those opposing them, corrupted. The realm suffered under the wheel.

Ser Davos had even mentioned to her in a dark tavern on their way to the wall that he still regretted not getting the just woman and honorable man that he had seen at Winterfell on the Throne. He felt he had failed them both.

And maybe she had too.

Her brother had asked her to trust his queen to give her a chance and, after months of thinking about it on the way to the wall, she can't understand why she didn't.

The dragon queen had done nothing wrong up until that point. She had fought for them and had saved her home. She sacrificed a lot coming to fight her brother's war.

And she loved her brother.

She hated how left out her brother had been growing up, how much love he lacked, how he barely smiled. Yet when she had seen him with the dragon queen, he had everything he never had. But it doesn't matter now.

The dragon queen is dead, by her brother's own hand.

When she arrived at the Wall, she was shocked her brother had abandoned his duty and had gone beyond the wall to live with the Wildings.

She told Ser Davos that he could wait for her at Castle Black, but he refused, saying he had to apologize to the rightful king.

But upon finding the Wildings, they discovered that years prior, her brother had decided to leave them as well and live his life in solitude.

"He came as a broken man. Killing the woman, you love will break anyone. It's best for you to leave him be, he made his life."

She remembers Tormund telling her to leave him alone, but she and Ser Davos continued anyways.

They have been traveling for days with no sign of her brother.

Suddenly she sees a familiar white direwolf standing in the snow.

With one look towards Ser Davos, they both agree to hop off their horses and approach the direwolf with caution.

However, instead of seeing her brother, she sees a little girl playing with the wolf. She has dark brown curls and her laugh for some unknown reason fills her with joy.

The wolf seems to sense their presence and looks up from the little girl. The growling the wolf begins to do surprises her. Never once had she seen the wolf hostile towards a Stark.

"Ghost?" she hears the little girl ask and then she seems to realize there are people approaching her and fear fills her face.

The little girl quickly climbs on the horse-sized Ghost and the wolf runs away.

Ser Davos seems to react faster than she can and quickly hands her the reigns of her horse so they can follow her.

"Wait! Stop!" she yells out, trying to stop the little girl, but it's in vain.

She sees a small house in the distance and sees the girl approaching it.

As she gets closer to the house, she can hear the little girl yell out "Papa!" as a man quickly rushes out.

The sun seems to darken, and their horses manage to throw them off as a giant beast that she had last seen in King's Landing lands and roars before them.

She hasn't felt fear like this in years and she can feel Ser Davos having a similar reaction. The dragon's mouth begins to open, and she sees the beginning of flames building from deep within the beast when she hears a voice, she thought she heard the last of in King's Landing.

"Drogon, keligon!"

The creature immediately stops but does not move nor relaxes its posture.

She risks a glance past the dragon and sees, standing there with a regal and dominant posture, her lost brother, holding the little girl she and Ser Davos had chased down, and next to him with the same dominance and power the Dragon Queen who held a sling in front of her body from which a little arm threatened to escape.

The sight before her leaves her breathless.

These are the King and Queen that Ser Davos had spoken about. The ones that had presented a united front upon their arrival at Winterfell all those years ago. Even out here in the lands of always winter their royal status is hard to hide and the power they both radiate is perhaps even more frightening than the dragon standing between them.

"Jon?" she somehow manages to ask, and she sees some recognition in his features as he takes a moment to look at them. But his guard does not drop even as the dragon moves away from her and her companion and closer to the household.

"You shouldn't have come here, Arya."

AN Also if y'all have any suggestion for what you want to see in my other story 'My Queen' I would greatly appreciate some comments either here or on that actual story.