Queen Daenerys and Jon Snow march to the North with the Unsullied, her council, and her dragons. But, there's someone inside the carriage with Tyrion and the other council members. A small platinum blonde-haired girl with big blue eyes and a white furry coat.
Tyrion: Are you sleepy, your grace?
Rhaena: Nope. I'm extremely excited to see the northerners.
Tyrion: I'm pretty sure they're excited to see you too.
Not everyone knows about Jon Snow and Daenerys' relationship and child, only her followers.
Rhaena's POV: We arrive in Winterfell and meet Sansa, Bran, and the other lords and ladies of the North. Father introduced Sansa to us but she wasn't wholly welcoming.
Sansa: Winterfell is yours, your grace.
Jon: This is my daughter, Princess Rhaena.
Sansa: Daughter? Is this what you've been up to for the past nine years?
Jon: I've been busy taking care of this girl for the past nine years.
Suddenly, Bran gives us bad news about the dead coming soon. They decided to have a meeting for the preparation so Missandei came with me outside the meeting room.
Rhaena: Why am I not allowed to go in?
Missandei: Because their meeting is very important and it's for older people.
Rhaena: The little Lady of Bear Island is also inside, she's as small as I am. I should be inside because I will soon be queen.
Father comes into the room with Mother.
Jon: It's all done. Your mom and I will just go to the village.
Rhaena: Alright.
Daenerys: Missandei, bring Rhaena to the dining hall for supper.
In the dining hall.
Rhaena: Here I am again. Back to my boring old life, sitting in the dining room.
Tyrion: It's not a boring life you're a lot taller than me.
Rhaena: I've been thinking, how is the world down there?
Tyrion: I see your ugly feet clearly from down here.
Rhaena: If I had a face like yours, I'd kill my parents.
Sansa comes into the dining hall to eat supper as well. She sits beside Tyrion and in front of me.
Sansa: Your grace.
Rhaena: Lady Sansa... Lord Tyrion, am I pretty or ugly?
Tyrion: You're both.
Rhaena: What do you mean?
Tyrion: You're pretty ugly.
Rhaena: Missandei, please bring Tyrion to the dragons. They haven't eaten, I heard. Maybe imps are a lot tastier than goats.
Tyrion and Missandei chuckle.
Rhaena: I'm sorry for this chaos, Lady Sansa. It's quite entertaining for us.
Sansa: I'd be happy to be entertained during supper, your grace.
Missandei: Your grace, time to go to bed.
Rhaena: Well... Sȳz bantis (good night)
Missandei walks with Rhaena to her room but Rhaena decides to go by herself.
She sees Sam and Jon talking seriously which makes her think.
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Book 1 | GOT: Daughter of Fire and Ice
FanfictionIn this thrilling fan fiction, the tale begins on the final season of Game of Thrones, with a twist: Jon and Daenerys have a daughter they have kept hidden from the Starks and Winterfell. Her name is Rhaena, and she is the embodiment of fire and ice...
