My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 1: Winter Is Here Part 2

Daenerys

The meeting wrapped shortly after the confrontation and Dany needed to step outside. Even if Winterfell wasn't the nicest castle it had a certain charm to it. She was surprised to discover a forest within its walls and figured she would go there to find some quiet and try to process the news she'd just recieved. Her child Viserion was now fighting for the Night King. The valyrian words echoed through her mind, zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. A dragon is not a slave.

She needed time to think so she entered what Jon told her was called the godswood. She assumed it was probably more beautiful during the summer when the trees held their green leaves on their branches. But she was surprised to see one tree hadn't lost its leaves. Its leaves were red and it was the only one in the forest with any leaves at all. The trunk was completely white and she was able to make out what appeared to be faces etched into its trunk. As she got closer she could hear the whine of an animal. Looking to her right she saw Jon sitting on a stone with the white wolf from before resting its head on his lap. He stroked the wolf with no fear of it harming him. "Is this why they call you the White Wolf?" Jon looked over at her before responding. "I suppose it would be," he answered. She moved to sit beside him and examine the wolf up close. Being this close to it, it was apparent how big it really was. Could it be a direwolf? But everything she had been told of direwolves told her that they were wild creatures that would kill you the moment they spotted you. This one behaved like a newborn pup, unless he needed to act like a wolf. "How did you tame such a wild animal?" Daenerys asked. She motioned her hand towards the head of the wolf and looked towards Jon asking with her eyes if she could pet him. He gave her a nod and answered her question. "I'm not entirely sure, we found him and his siblings alone in the forest whilst we were hunting. I convinced my father to keep them as they were the sigil of House Stark. Ghost is the last one left out of those direwolves." he finished. "I suppose he developed some type of loyalty towards you," Daenerys said placing her head on his shoulder. "I would suppose so," Jon smiled kissing her on her forehead. "My father would often sit here with his wife polishing his sword." Jon said. Daenerys lifted an eyebrow to him. "What are you saying Jon?" she said with a smile on her face. "Ah, I know what that sounded like but that's not what I'm trying to say I just um..." he didn't continue as he closed his eyes and turned away from her looking forward. They sat there in awkward silence for a little while longer as she pet the now sleeping wolf before she interrupted the silence. "The lords don't seem to like me," she said. "Including your sister." "They don't know you yet, they'll believe in you as well soon enough," Jon said. "You didn't sound very certain when we were approaching Winterfell before," she responded. "I'm trying to make you feel better what am I supposed to say?" he laughed out. 

"Ahem," they heard behind them turning to find a girl Daenerys had never seen before. She carried a sword in her belt with a thin blade. This must be Arya, Jon had told her all about her and Daenerys had assumed she must be rather special. "I suppose I should leave you two alone for now," Daenerys said getting up and brushing herself getting ready to leave. "Take Ghost with you," Jon said. The direwolf opened its eyes and quickly stretched before he rose to his feet and began following Daenerys without any further instruction. But not before lingering on her, smelling her belly. As they turned to leave the godswood Arya and Jon were left standing there just staring waiting for one to say the first word.

Arya

After waiting in the back of the hall for what seemed like an eternity just looking to the front at Jon, she could finally talk to her brother and tell him of everything. But when she'd gone to see him in the godswood he found Daenerys Targaryen there sitting next to him. It was obvious they were together but Arya didn't feel like dwelling on that subject. She just wanted to spend the rest of the day with her brother. After the dragon queen dismissed herself along with Ghost her and Jon stood there for what felt like hours just taking each other in. He had acquired some brand new scars on his face. Two faint ones that went over his left eye and the other one around his right eye. If what she had been told about him was true, he also would have some much deeper scars. She didn't want to think about what the Night's Watch had done to him and how fortunate she was to be able to stand here and look him in the eyes. But it wasn't something she could simply ignore and they would need to discuss it sooner or later.

After a few more seconds of just standing there both her and Jon ran into each other's arms and spent a good few more seconds in a warm embrace. "You've grown," Jon said first. "You haven't," Arya retorqued, Jon had always been rather small. "Still carrying this little thing around?" Jon placed his finger on the hilt of Needle, Arya's sword. She drew it holding it in both her hands and handing it over to Jon. "I could make you a new one, not as thin." Jon said giving back to Arya as she put it back in her sheath. "It's worked for me so far, and it will continue to do so." Jon then pulled out his sword with a white wolf pommel placing it in Arya's hands the same as she had done. "Valyrian steel?" she said with wide eyes looking at the beautiful blade. "Jealous?" Jon giggled. She was barely able to hold it steadily with two hands, let alone one. "Too heavy for me," Arya replied. "Sansa doesn't trust your queen does she?" Arya asked. Jon's grin slowly faded at the question. "Not yet," he replied not sounding all that confident in it. "And what about you?" Arya asked. "I would put my trust in her with my life. As I already have," he said. Arya knew this as she was in the hall when he announced that one of her dragons had died saving him. "I think you've put more than just your trust in her," Arya said with a completely serious face even if what she said wasn't serious whatsoever. Jon's face was expression was filled with surprise at the forwardness of his sister. "Have you?" she asked. "I'm not going to answer that." That answer alone was enough. "Jon Snow, the bastard of Lord Eddard Stark, never went to the whore houses with Robb and Theon, left for the Night's Watch where you could never lay with a woman, now shares a bed with the mother of dragons." Jon couldn't contain his smile any longer. "You've grown up. Come on, let's get inside it's getting rather cold."

Yara

Yara had been tied to this post for the entirety of their journey to Essos and back. Euron had sat by her with whatever time he could spare in order to torture her mentally by talking about everything he's going to do once the war is over. "Do you really think you still have a chance at winning?" she asked interrupting whatever rant Euron was going off on today. "The numbers will even out by the time the fighting in the North is over. If they lose then I'll go back to the Iron Islands and live out the rest of my days there." He jolted up staring her in the eyes with great intensity. "But first I'm gonna fuck the queen," he said now getting up to leave as they had docked.

Many hours had past as Yara sat there asleep when she could suddenly make out the sound of arrows piercing skulls on the deck of the ship. Her door opened to one of Euron's men falling back with an axe sticking out between his eyes. Her little brother Theon came in through the door meeting her eyes. She felt a slew of emotions with the dominant ones being betrayal and happiness that he had come back for her. He walked behind the post to untie her and even though he had returned to rescue her it didn't change the fact that he was the reason she'd been stuck on this ship for the past months. She gave him a headbutt and then offered her hand for him to return to his feet.

They grabbed the unmanned ships sitting in the harbor and began to sail for the Iron Islands to take it back. "With these ships and most of Euron's men in King's Landing we can take back the Iron Islands, Daenerys will need somewhere to flee if they can't hold the North," Theon didn't seem to share her enthusiasm as he looked down and said with a sollem voice. "You're my queen, I go where you command." She knew what he was thinking and would order him against it. But no matter how much he has run all his life, this wasn't something that he could run away from. No matter how much she didn't want him to go, she couldn't stop him. "You want to go North, to fight for the Starks?" Theon nodded to her and she took him into her embrace. "What is dead may never die," she said. "But kill the bastards anyways."