Hand of the Queen

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I quickly walk to where Jon stands, disbelief in my face.

"I am grateful for your loyalty, Jon, but it would have been wise to lie to her in this moment." I say, his words to Cersei still ringing in my mind.

"My word is all I have in these trying times, Lady Hand. I will not let it fall to dishonesty." He says, I let out a defeated breath and move back to Aegon.

"I was prepared to cut that Greyjoy's head from his neck if he disrespected you again." Aegon says, running his hand across my cheek.

"I know you were, my love." I say, my eyes glancing back to see Theon's already on me. He quickly looks away, gazing back to the Red Keep.

"Do you think Tyrion will be able to convince her?" Aegon asks me, I give him a lazy smile.

"I pray he does, or we're all doomed." I tell him, he gently places a kiss between my brows.

Aegon leads me to my seat once more, his hands rubbing my aching back as we wait. Daenerys and Jon speak in one of the alcoves in the wall, I smirk at how close they stand.

"Perhaps there will be another union between our two houses." I say, Aegon follows my eyes to where they stand and grins. Before he can say a word, Cersei arrives back following closely behind Tyrion. I watch as she walks to Daenerys and begins to offer our Queen her army.

"Perhaps we'll stand a chance." Aegon says. After a few moments, the meeting ends and Cersei begins her walk back to the Keep. The prince takes my hand and leads me to where the dragons have now landed. "Come, I want you to ride back beside me." He settles onto Rhaegal's back and holds his hand to me, I sit in front of Aegon and lean into his back as Rhaegal takes to the sky.

...

"Are you excited to go home?" Aegon asks, a smile pulled across his face.

"I cannot wait for you to see it." I tell him. My black fur collar rises to my neck, the slit held closed by two dragon heads. The coat is embroidered with red dragons, the seems giving enough room for the growing bump on my stomach. I braid half my hair back and slip in the pin of a silver dragon. Aegon attaches my badge of the Hand to my coat and smiles at me. A knock comes from the door, I turn to see Edlin opening it.

"This one seems to know where we are going." He says as Melania bounds through the door, running with excitement around the room. I laugh as she nudges against my leg, begging me to scratch her fur.

"Are you ready to go home?" I ask, bending down to scratch behind her ears. Aegon laughs as the direwolf licks across my face, turning to jump on Edlin once more.

...

I watch in awe as the beauty of Winterfell comes into view. The Northerners look in disbelief as two dragons soar above our keep, this time accompanied by three small newborns. Aegon watches me with a smile that does not leave his face. I place a hand on my womb as we ride under the entrance, I've finally come home. Aegon dismounts first and comes to offer me his hand, helping me off my own horse.

"Alysanne." I hear, I turn to see her flash of red hair.

"Sansa." I breathe, not wasting another moment. A smile pulls onto her lips as I wrap my arms around her, unwilling to let go of my little sister.

"Thank you for getting me out of that awful Red Keep, sister." She whispers into my ear, I squeeze her tighter.

"I would have done anything for you, Sansa." I say, pulling back to take her hands.

"I hear you have some big news to share with me." I smile at her as Aegon comes to stand beside me.

"I want you to meet my husband, Prince Aegon Targaryen. My love, this is my sister, Lady Sansa Stark." Aegon takes her hand in his own and gives her a warm smile.

"I have heard so much about you, Lady Sansa." Aegon says, Sansa smiles at him in genuine joy. She places her hands on my stomach and meets my eyes.

"I am incredibly happy for you, my sister." Sansa tells me, I cover her hands with me own.

"Where is Arya?" I ask, Sansa smiles at me.

"It seems she is sneaking up on you as we speak." She tells me, I turn to see her standing behind me.

"I didn't even hear you, oh Arya." I say, walking to wrap my arms around her. She squeezes me, I feel a breath of relief spill out of her. "You've gotten so tall!" I pull back and place my hands on her arms.

"It seems you've grown too, sister." Arya says, grinning as she places a hand on my stomach. She meets eyes when my husband. "You ride one of those beasts?"

"Rhaegal." Aegon tells her, pointing to the green-scaled dragon.

"Could you take me up there?" Arya asks, I laugh as she grins at him.

"Anytime you want, Lady Stark." Aegon assures her.

"Come, it's time you saw Bran. He's... different." Sansa says, I look to her in confusion but wrap my hand in Aegon's arm and follow after her.

...

"Bran?" I ask, he sits below the god's wood in his wheelchair.

"Lady Alysanne Targaryen." Bran says, not turning to look at me. I circle around to see his face, his eyes are blank as they find mine. I kneel in front of him, taking his hand in my own.

"I've been so worried about you, little brother." I tell him, he shakes his head once.

"You shouldn't have been. Everything that happened to me lead me on the path to become the Three-Eyed Raven." He says, I do not allow the confusion to pass through to my face. The Three-Eyed Raven, from the stories when we were children?

"Well, I am grateful you're home now. And that you're alright." He sits in silence for a moment.

"I saw you, the day you put the poison in place to kill the King. The day you chased the masters out of Slaver's Bay. Daenerys is right, you have become the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing." I look to Aegon in shock, he holds the same emotion on his face. I slowly stand and take my place beside my husband once more.

"I love you, brother. I'm glad you are back with us." He slowly nods and returns his gaze to the god's wood tree.