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The long three week voyage to Winterfell only gave Reyanna's stomach plenty of time to grow. Most of her clothes were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight and her appetite was growing immensely. Upon the arrival at Winterfell, Sofina, Reyanna and Jon were greeted by an awaiting Unsullied, Dothraki, et al army. Reyanna was covered completely, from head to toe, in her usual Northerner furs and armor. The cool air felt much better on her skin than the hot and humid air or Dragonstone. She had almost forgotten how nice it felt to feel the stinging cold brush past her cheek every so often. Sofina had been fretting over Cersei's support she proclaimed to give ever since they had the meeting with her. She knew something was bound to go wrong, but she had bet all of her faith on Cersei coming to help them. Jon was also worried about Cersei's support. He knew the Northerners were weary of strangers, but he also knew they'd accept Sofina and her army as long as they knew Sofina was Reyanna's sister. However, Cersei on the other hand... the North would definitely have a fit if they knew the Lannister army was going to march in.
"You'd have to be an idiot to believe Cersei is going to help us." Reyanna scoffed. Though she did believe, at first, that Cersei was going to support them in the fight against the dead; Reyanna was beginning to realize Cersei's true plan— to wait out the war when everyone is weak and conquer.
"And if she does? What are we supposed to say to the Northerners? Calm down, they're here to help? They'd think we're liars. It's better that we tell them ahead of time and be wrong than to not mention it and appear as liars." Jon informed Reyanna. Reyanna agreed, butbwas reluctant to believe Cersei was going to help.
Sofina's enormous army marched in a straight and secure group around Jon, Reyanna and Sofina. Other nobles such as Tyrion and Missandei followed closely behind, also guarded by at least fifty soldiers. Once the group reached Winterfell, they were greeted with estranged eyes from the common folk of the North. They were weary, just as Jon predicted, of the robotic hoard of an army Jon and Reyanna, the only two familiar faces they could spot, had marched into Winterfell.
Regally, Reyanna waved and smiled at the people who all warmed up at the sight of her confident smile. Jon kept his unwavering and stressed visage fixated so that the North wouldn't see him as a weak leader. Just behind them, Drogon and Rheagal roared out from the sky and flew overhead, making their intimidating presence known. Commoners screamed and scurried to take shelter, fearful of the beats that flew over their country.
As soon as Reyanna and Jon finally made it through the gates at Winterfell, Jon was greeted by old familiar faces— Brandon Stark and Sansa Stark. Jon hopped off of his horse as quickly as he could to go greet his long lost brother, all the while, Reyanna hopped off of her horse to speak with Sansa. The two embraced each other, gratefully and warmly. "I'm glad you've made it back safely." Sansa told Rey.
Reyanna smiled into Sansa's red hair. "We're family now, I had to come back." Reyanna told. Without many people noticing, Reyanna grabbed Sansa's hand and pressed it to her stomach— hinting that she was pregnant. Sansa withheld herself from shrieking in excitement.
"Have you seen Amira?" Reyanna asked about her pet wolf.
"She must be lurking around here somewhere. I've left her plenty of food to eat and each time I find the pile empty." Sansa told her.
"Where's Arya?" Jon turned to Sansa after he finished speaking to Bran.
Reyanna switch places with Jon so that she may introduce herself to Brandon. "Pleasure to meet you, Bran." She gave the crippled boy a hug.
"Pleasure to meet you two, as well." Brandon hinted at the fact that he knew she was pregnant, but it didn't phase Reyanna. She simply smiled at him.
"I suppose that makes us family now." Reyanna mentioned to Bran.
"I suppose it does." Bran allowed a tiny crack of a smile to appear on his face, which seemed to be rare since he seemed to have an entirely plain face.
Suddenly, Sofina appeared before Sansa and Bran. "Lord and Lady Stark." She bowed her head before them.
"I hope my armies are sufficient enough to show my gratitude to your allowance of my presence here. I'm here to help, and only that. You are family of my family, and I have the uttermost respect for you. Any service you need of me or my people, I am here for." Sofina told Sansa, making sure she recognized that Sofina was not the one in charge in that situation.
Sansa instantly seemed to like Sofina. She knew her place and didn't want to disrespect others on their own lands. "Welcome to Winterfell, Lady Challinder."
"We don't have time for all this. The Night King has your dragon. He's one of them now. The Wall has fallen, the dead march south." Bran spoke up, breaking up the mere moment of joy the family was having.
