"Lord Jon Snow, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch." the announcer said.

When Jon Snow entered, Visenya's eyes widened a fraction before she slammed down a blank face.

The Bastard of Winterfell had Stark coloring, but why did he have her father's face? Why did Jon Snow have Rhaegar Targaryen's face?

Wait...Lyanna Stark... Lord Eddard brought back a babe from Dorne he claimed as his... Visenya's hands curled into fists as it all clicked in place.

"You claim to know an enemy from the North, Lord Snow." Visenya started. "What enemy is this?"

"The Dead, Your Grace." Jon Snow said and one of the people in his group tipped over a box.

Instantly a white thing came out and ran for Visenya. Everyone began to scream but Jon yanked the chain, stopping the thing.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. That." Aaron said, breaking the silence.

"A wight." Jon said. "They can be killed by fire." he gave a demonstration. "Or Valyrian steel."

He killed the wight.

"What do you want, Jon Snow?" the white-gold haired queen asked.

"Your help, Your Grace. They're all coming here, and the entire realm needs to fight them." the White Wolf said.

"Then you have it, Lord Snow." the Sun Dragon said.

Suddenly, a messenger burst into the room. "News from Dragonstone, Your Grace!"

"What?" the Dragon's Mother snapped.

"Daenerys Targaryen has landed on Dragonstone with her dragons and armies, and has demanded you surrender the Iron Throne to... 'to its rightful Queen."

"Tell her to fuck off and I will come to talk." Visenya groaned. She had a plan to deal with Daenerys Targaryen, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.