*Dear reader, this history unfolds as a continuation to other fanfiction I wrote named Dragon Riders that tells the story of Jon & Daenerys Targaryen. Previous events on that story may affect the reader's perceptions of this one, so maybe it is best you read the other one first.

Prologue

My love for him was uncontrolled fire that brought warmth to stray and cold hearts. He made me grow and become much more than I was, much more than a queen. Everything about him reflected my soul and that is why we fell with each other so easily. The flames ignited inside us, because the same blood flowed through our veins. Although, there was something different about Jon, an icy gaze filled with cold serenity. At times I was angry at him for being so calm, for being so locked up behind a wall of ice, when everything about me still exploded in flames. He was a true Stark, a winter man and from this part of him I have learned, although unwilling so. He taught me how to contain myself, even not knowing he was doing so. Ice and fire two sides of a coin, I mirrored him and grew. However, all people in my kingdom shall bear witness that Jon had also Targaryen blood burning in his veins and as my kin he had impulsive attitudes that lead to his sacrifice. An honorable death, a king's death, his choice lead to the victory of mankind over the impending threat of the White Walkers, no one in my Kingdom shall forget that his actions saved Westeros from demise. Remember that Tyrion, when you are standing next to his funeral pyre and saying the last words about him. For I will not do it, a queen must not weep. I have a kingdom to conquer and reign, yet all I want is to breakdown and cry, but queens are not allowed to do that. I made a promise to him, a promise to deliver a letter and to live. How can one live with half a heart, small brother? There is no need to answer that. Quick be gone, let my lover had the passing of a king and then we will leave this forsaken wall. First, to Winterfell we must fly, and then I have a girl to find.