Right this is a re-written Prologue. The story should follow the same plot, I have just changed the beginning because I was not happy with it. I would like to apologise for not updating in almost six months and after I re-write/ improve the other chapters I will try to post regularly but I find it hard to write regularly. see the end of the chapter for story notes.

Spider,

As I am certain you already know, Lady Lyanna is with child, should things go awry when I meet the usurper in battle. I have arranged for Lyanna to be moved to the free city of Pentos. I hope I am correct in assuming you still serve the Targaryen Dynasty, as I will require your help in arranging passage.

Dragon

Dragon,

You are correct in assuming my loyalty is to you, although things are not going well with your Father and I am afraid it would not be in the realm's best interest if he should remain King. My connections in Pentos are strong; you are correct of course, I will arrange passage and suitable accommodation for your Lady. Should you require any more assistance... well you know how far my web extends.

Spider

Lyanna Stark gave birth to her son on the eve of the full moon, in the near unbearable desert heat. She certainly saw the irony in her situation. Rheagar had misinterpreted the prophesy, there was no dragon queen, only her prophesy had been the death of Rheagar, as the nature of prophesies often were. The birth was traumatic and had almost cost her her life, if not for Ser Arthur and Wylla she could well have died. The pain was worth it though and she would gladly go through it a hundred times over for her beautiful babe. He was the light of her life.

The blistering heat from the sun's rays were beating down upon Eddard Starks armour clad back. Glancing around him, he sighed. Only three survivors of the original nine remained, it was unnecessary to say the least. The war was over, there was no need for these men's lives to be so brutally taken from them. But it had happened, and the most he could do now was pay homage to their sacrifice. Most of these men had been his friends, it was his duty to inform their families upon return to the North.

Ser Arthur Dayne violet eyes warily met his, they screamed distrust, as if he was expecting to be struck down any second. Had it not been for Ser Arthur's urging to stop the fighting, they could very well all be dead. The battle was a result of a monumental misunderstanding, the Kingsgaurd has assumed them hostile based on the side they fought for. Yet another pointless battle in a misguided war.

No one spoke for the longest time, until a shrill cry echoed from above. "Lyanna", Ned cried as he ran upstairs to the noises origin. He was vaguely aware of footsteps trailing his but it mattered not. His sister was the only reason he ventured into this southern wasteland and he'd be damned if anything else delayed him. As he neared the apex of the stairs he paused, from the room ahead he heard soft singing. A voice he had not heard in almost a year. Resuming his pace he burst into the tower room, startling its inhabitants.

Grey eyes, almost identical to his own glanced up in complete surprise. Quickly regaining her composure, Lyanna Stark breathed out a quiet "Ned". Rushing to her side, he failed to register a second women in the room. "Lya, sister I thought to never see you again". Lyanna smiled, though it never reached her eyes. Only then did Ned take in the gaunt look of her face and the greyish tinge to her skin. Anger quickly growing he turned to the remaining kingsgaurd, "What did the bastard do to her", shoving the man to the wall violently he continued, "TELL ME".

"Mind your tongue" Ser Arthur growled. Before he could react he felt a hand on his shoulder, followed by a soft voice.

"Peace brother, I will explain everything but I do not have long", Lyanna spoke in a soft voice, as if speaking to loudly would break her. Judging by her appearance it probably could. Lyanna sat on the large bed adorning the centre of the room, seeing the concern on her brother's face she sighed.

"Worry not dear brother, for it looks far worse that it is", she said as she composed herself. A gurgling sound followed her words, and Lyanna's head turned to face the source. Ned to, turned to face the sound and frowned in confusion at the other women in the room.

"And who might you be", inquired Eddard. The women did not respond but with an encouraging nod from his sister, she walked over to her and place the bundle on Lyanna lap. The scene needed to clarification, this child was Lyanna's and the dragon bastards. Ned seethed, so the rumours had some truth to them. Either Lyanna was raped or she was indeed the Princes mistress.

Glancing over to Ned and then back to the chid, Lyanna broke the awkward silence. "It is not what you think Ned, I was not forced. This is what I wanted". Ned simply nodded in understanding.

"Robert is King now, what do you intend to do?"

Lyanna smiled sadly, "We have passage arranged to go to Pentos, the only reason I stayed this long was to explain it to you in person".

"We?" questioned Ned.

Although it was a question directed towards Lyanna, it was the sword of the morning who answered. "Do you expect me to leave the last member of the royal family behind without protection?" .The question was clearly rhetorical so the warden of the north did not respond.

Once again silence engulfed the room. There was so much to say, but no way to say it. For months Eddard had felt worry for his sister. What horrible tortures was she being subjected to? But now he knew the truth, and finding Lyanna was bittersweet. He has lost his Father, his brother and now he was going to lose his sister again. He knew logically it was both in equal parts Lyanna's and Rheagar's fault. But it was easier to blame the dead.

"Will this be the last time I see you again?" Ned's voice was shaky when he spoke, for he knew the answer already.

Lyanna looked pained at the question. She had lost all her family and she had brought it all on herself. Lyanna shook her head not trusting her voice. At the exact same moment the former kingsgaurd spoke up. "Of course you will see us again, when the usurper is dead and the Targaryen Dynasty reinstated." The sheer amount of passion in his words almost compelled Ned to believe them. Eddard Stark nodded in recognition of the statement, not wanting to enter into an argument with the man. He had not fought for the end of the mad Kings tyranny, only to have his Grandson reinstated on the throne. Nephew or not, this child was still a Targaryen. Madness was their strongest trait.

Suddenly remembering the bundle in his sister's arms, he stepped forward to get a better look. Dayne tensed but Lyanna waved him off. "Would you like to see him" Lyanna asked. Yes, he thought. Let us see the fruit of this war. The child was pale, his skin like porcelain. His eyes were a deep purple, a visible reminder of what family the child belonged. He had Lyanna's dark hair though and her full dark lips. Looking up from the boy, to his sister and Ser Arthur he saw the plan.

"You intend to pass as a family" Ned mused. Although he looked uncomfortable, Arthur confirmed his statement with an inclination of his head.

Clearing his throat, Arthur glanced out of the small window and said, "We must leave, before more of the usurpers dogs descend upon us."

Eddard walked over to his sister and embraced her, being careful not to harm the babe. "I will miss you dearly Lya, not a day will go buy when I do not pray for your welfare". The words were a quiet murmur, Ned was not one to show deep emotions and it showed in his awkward manner.

"As will I, dear Bother", tears had begun to fall on the she-wolfs face. Under pleasanter circumstances, Ned would have mocked his sister's uncharacteristic show of compassion. Before he lost all control over his emotions, Ned made for the door. Just before he crossed the doors threshold, Lyanna called out. "I have yet to choose a Valerian name for him, but I will honour Brandon's memory with him". With a slight pause in step to acknowledge his sisters words, Eddard Stark walked down the towers stairs and away from his sister.

Howland Reed waited at the foot of the tower. Eddard had no notion of how much time had passed only that Reed had made a funeral pyre for the dead Kingsgaurd. "I thought you might have wanted to bring those of the north with us" Howland said as Ned looked down at the shrouded bodies of his comrades.

"Will the horses carry them to Starfall?" inquired Ned wearily. Howland had, Ned noted, already positioned the bodies on a cart ready for departure.

"They should, provided there are no others travelling with us". Howland simply said. "There will be no others" Ned replied.

With that Eddard Stark mounted his horse and urged it away from the tower. Howland followed suit without saying a word. As they made their way across the desert towards the coast, Ned looked back at the tower in the distance. One thought dominated his mind; that was no tower of joy.

* On the asoiaf wiki it states that Ned named Jon so given Lyanna's closeness to Brandon she would name her son after him. I know it's Bran's name but you know its a big world. Also it may be a middle name, it depends how I feel. if you have any questions message me and I will try to answer them.

* In my original story I had Jon with silver hair and grey eyes but it looks unrealistic so ill stick with the Targaryen eyes. It also works better with the whole pretending to be a family thing.

Thank you for reading