Prologue

"When did you get so serious?" I asked while we walked to the Godswood. Jon didn't answer, just kept on walking. "Jon? Come on, talk to me. You tell me everything," I stood in front of him, resting a hand on his chest. "Rae... It's nothing..." He lied. I knew he was lying, he wasn't the liar out of the two of us. I i

"How about I tell you something I've wanted to for years, and you just tell me what's been happening," I reasoned. He gave me an inquisitive look, "What kind of thing?" He finally asked. I shrugged, "Once we're in the woods. Your father will skin me if he finds out I said something."

That got Jon going; he held out his arm and I took it while he led me to the woods at a faster pace. "You know Lord Eddard would never flay someone right?" My friend asked me, a worried look on his face. I snorted, "As if I, of all people, would ever question Lord Stark's honor," I shook my head as we ventured deeper into the Godswood.

"Okay, Rae, tell me," Jon demanded. I looked around, assessing everything. "Do your stupid wolf thing," I whispered. Jon almost smiled and shook his head, "Starks don't have 'stupid wolf things' Rae." I frowned and looked around once more before pulling him to the ground with me, and putting my face inches from his.

"My names not Rae, it's Raenara. I'm a Targaryen. My great great grandfather went to Castle Black before my grandfather was born, so his mother moved here. She didn't want anyone knowing, and disgracing him, so we've always been a secret. I'm the first one in my family since the Maester that has silver hair, so your father has been getting hair colour, which is why it's different from my parents. My father expects it's cause I'm also the first girl, but who knows?" I whispered as I rubbed the ends of my hair in snow, turning it almost a blood red.

Jon stared at me, obviously not believing me.

"Wouldn't have been a problem, see, if the Rebellion didn't happen. If Aerys wasn't..." I trailed off as I inspected the dirty blonde hair in my fingers before grabbing more snow. "Anyways, your father and mine... It wasn't hard to figure out a story. My mother had travelled South for work, you know that story. My father believes they thought they were safe, until I was born. And then..." I held up the now liquid silver ends to his eyes.

"The Rebellion did happen, though, so now I'm a super secret. Your fathers honor is never a question in my mind. He saved my life. King Robert would have killed my entire family."

After 15 years, it was good to tell somebody.