"Is everything ready?" Sansa asked.

"I suggest to get the guardsman off the wall." Jon muttered.

The guards got off the wall and soon Aaron lead the Targaryen troops in.

"Lord Aaron." Sansa murmured.

Aaron nodded curtly. "The royals are above."

Roars sounded and the dragons came into view. The guards grimanced, preparing for fire that did not come.

Nightreaver landed first on the wall, letting out a massive roar. Rhaellion answered next, landing right in the courtyard in front of the Starks.

Starfyre, Suvia, Rhaegal, and Viserion all hovered before landing outside. Enough firepower to raze Winterfell and Winter Town to the ground.

"Show off." Robb drawled as Visenya slide off, Jacaerys sliding off Nightreaver and coming over to his wife. "Anyways, Winterfell is yours, Your Grace."

The Sun Dragon nodded. "Enough with the courtesies, let's plan for the ice zombies that want to kill us."

Robb motioned for her to follow him and she did, Jacaerys and Aaron following her as well along with the rest of the Starks.

"Is it me, but Lord Snow and Senya look similar?" the Knight of Storms muttered to his best friend.

"Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar." the Black Dragon muttered back. Aaron sucked in a breath as he realized what his friend meant.

"Rhaegar and Lyanna better be thankful they are dead, or Visenya would have brought them back to life just to kill them again." Aaron said. "What's she going to do with Jon?"

"No idea." the last of the Blackfyre's muttered before jogging to catch up with his wife.