This part is more Tyrion based, but fear not, it will go back to Jon. I have no idea where the story is going yet, or the love interest involved, but I'm sure that I will figure it out.😁 Please enjoy.😄

"So? What do ya think?" Tormund asked Tyrion, as the little man left Jon's room. Tyrion looking back to the door that had just closed behind him.

"What do I think of what?" Tyrion enquired, despite feeling that he already had a good idea about what Tormund was asking.

"Tha woman. What do ya think of tha woman?" Tormund continued, as he pushed himself up from where he was leaning against the wall.

"Well........I think that the lady is incredibly beautiful, obviously intelligent, and I am sure, that given her parentage, in the right circumstances the lady (Y/n) could be have taken on the Night King and his entire army by herself. She even scared me for a moment." Tyrion chuckled, as he made his way down the corridor, the big red man in tow.

"So ya think that she is really Jon's sister then?" Tormund asked, as Tyrion stopped and turned to look at the Wildling.

"I have little doubt that her claims are true. The lady is, as you pointed out yourself, obviously every inch a Targaryen from what I was able to observe. And I also see much of the wolf in her. Plus, what is there really to gain by claiming that she is Jon's sister if she isn't? No. I believe that what she says is correct. Thought I am sure that we will learn more about her as this whole thing unfolds." Tyrion explained, as he entered his rooms and poured himself a glass of wine. Tormund taking a seat in the chair opposite him.

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Jon smiled as he watched his sister's eyes slowly close, the mix of a long arduous journey north, and a roaring fire lulling (Y/n) into a deep slumber.

"I think that we should get you to a bed." Jon chuckled, as he rose from his seat and went to pick (Y/n) up.

"No, no. Please Aegon. I'm fine. I don't need to sleep. I can sleep when I know you better. Please just tell me more about the others. About the boys, about Robb, Bran and Rickon. And about Sansa and Arya. I only know about them from the few things that their father told me. Sometimes I would pretend that I really knew them, that I was as much a part of the family as you were. That I would wake up one morning, and find you and the others around the table, all waiting for me to join you. It was silly I know. But dreams like that were all I had. I don't want to dream anymore; I want it to be real." (Y/n) replied as she rubbed her eyes and straightened herself in the chair, doing her best to stay awake.

"(Y/n). We have the rest of our lives to get to know one another. And I will tell you anything that you wish to know, but for now you should sleep." Jon told her as he offered her his hand. Smiling softy as his sister reluctantly took it. Jon guiding her through the corridors as they made their way to a room that Jon thought most suitable.

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(Y/n) woke with a start. Her heart pounding as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. The only light being the dying embers of a fire. She had to get out, get somewhere safe. That's what Ned had always told her. Always have a way to escape. Always be prepared to leave at any moment. Always protect yourself.

(Y/n) jumped out of the bed, reaching for the dagger that she always kept with her. It had been a gift from Ned when she was young, and it was the only weapon that she would always have with her. She had to find a hiding place, somewhere that no one knew about, just in case they came.

Cautiously she opened the door. Looking down the long corridors to make sure that there was no one around. Then she ran, ran as if they were already following her. Ran as if her very life depended on it. She didn't know where she was going, each and every turn leading down an ever darkening void. But she had to go on, keep running until she could run no more.

"My lady?" A voice called out. (Y/n) turning and preparing herself for what was to come. The dagger in her hand gripped so tightly that her knuckles had begun to turn white.

"My lady. Is everything alright?" The voice asked again. (Y/n) squinting as a flickering candle suddenly came into view. The tiny incandescent light, illuminating a face.

"It is late my lady. Can I help you with anything?" Tyrion asked as he moved closer. The little man's brows furrowing in confusion as he saw the look of terror, and the sheen of sweat on the younger woman's brow.

"I.........I have to find a hiding place. I have to be safe. They may come. They may take me away, and I will never get a chance to meet Aegon." (Y/n) blurted out, as Tyrion carefully moved a little closer, doing his best not to scare the young dragon any more than she already was.

"My lady.........(Y/n). You are safe. There is no one coming to harm you. You have no need to hide anymore. Jon........I mean Aegon's room is just down the hall. I can take you too him if you like." Tyrion offered, as he gently took (Y/n)'s hand. His touch seeming to bring her back from her nightmare.

"I.........Lord Lannister. I'm sorry. I.............." (Y/n) began, as she dropped her dagger to her side.

"Please. It is quite alright. Why don't you come with me, and we will find you something to drink? Find you a nice warm fire." Tyrion interjected, as he felt her freezing skin. A small smile forming on his lips, as she nodded and followed behind him. Never letting go of his hand.

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"Thank you." (Y/n) said quietly, as Tyrion draped a fur around her shoulders, and handed her a glass of water. Tyrion pouring himself a glass of wine before he joined her at the fire.

"Where were you? I mean where were you in your mind?" Tyrion asked hesitantly, as he looked at (Y/n) over the rim of his glass.

"I was everywhere I have ever lived. Whenever I moved in with a new family, I would always find the best way to escape, a safe place that I could hide, weapons so that I could protect myself if they came." (Y/n) began, as took a sip of the cool liquid in her glass.

"They? Who are they?" Tyrion enquired, hoping that his questions wouldn't appear too intrusive.

"Those that would hurt myself and Aegon. Robert Baratheon and his men, anyone else that hated what I was. What we are. I have lived most of my life in fear and solitude. Always watching over my shoulder, always listening for an unfamiliar noise in the night. Always waiting. I am so used to it now that it is second nature. I still wake, as I did tonight, filled with terror, needing to escape. It is something I fear that will always haunt me." (Y/n) confessed, as she turned her attention to Tyrion.

"You were my aunts............you were Daenerys Hand were you not?" (Y/n) questioned, as Tyrion nodded.

"I had that honour. Yes." Tyrion replied, not sure where the question was heading.

"A Hand is supposed to be honourable, wise, brave. Able to command armies, to dispense justice. Advise and help their monarch when need arises, is that not true?" (Y/n) continued, as the little lion began to find himself even more intrigued by the beautiful woman sat across form him.

"Mostly, yes. Though sometimes I don't believe that being honourable is a true requirement. Why do you ask?" Tyrion chuckled, as he emptied his glass.

"Well. I know that I am no monarch, no queen like Daenerys, but I believe that I would benefit from having someone like you to advise me. Someone that I could turn to for help, guidance. Aegon has seen so much more of the world than I have. Knows so much more. I am sure that as he gets to know me, he will only be disappointed." (Y/n) explained sadly, watching as Tyrion rose from his seat and took her hand.

"It would be my greatest honour to be your Hand, my lady. And I think that you will find that you could never disappoint your brother. In fact, I am more than sure that it is your brother that will believe that he may disappoint you." Tyrion replied, as (Y/n) gripped his hand tighter.

"Now. Let's get you back to your room. If your brother finds you in here, I might not be alive long enough to serve as your Hand." Tyrion chuckled, as he offered (Y/n) his arm. The two making their way back through the Castle.