CHATBOT: INT. WINTERFELL CASTLE - PRIVATE CHAMBER - NIGHT A warm fire flickers in the private chamber at Winterfell. Heavy snow falls outside, but the room is quiet and nearly empty. JON SNOW stands near a window, anxiously waiting as he watches the snow fall. ARYA STARK enters, her eyes thoughtful as she looks around the room before meeting Jon's gaze. JON: (nodding at her) Arya. ARYA: Jon. You asked to see me? JON: Aye, I need to tell you something, and I needed it to be in private. (beat) It's about me...my secret. The one Sam and Bran discovered. ARYA: (nods) I thought it might be. They've been acting strange since they found out, haven't they? Jon takes a deep breath, visibly steeling himself to tell Arya his secret. JON: They learned...I'm not truly Ned Stark's son. My mother was Lyanna Stark, and my father...my father was Rhaegar Targaryen. ARYA: (raises eyebrows in surprise) Targaryen? But that means... JON: (nodding) Yes. Ned wasn't my father. He was my uncle. He raised me as his son. To keep my identity secret and protect me. I'm the legitimate son of Rhaegar and Lyanna...the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. There's a pause as Arya processes this news. ARYA: (slowly) I don't care about whether you're a Stark or a Targaryen. None of that matters to me. JON: (relieved) You don't know how much it means to hear you say that. ARYA: (smirking) What matters is whether you can fight. Jon raises an eyebrow, slightly amused. JON: Should I take that as a challenge? Arya chuckles softly. ARYA: I'd say you proved yourself in the battle against the dead. JON: In that case, we're both alive, and that's something to be grateful for. Arya looks down in thought, a seriousness growing in her eyes. ARYA: What will you do, Jon? Are you going to tell everyone about your claim? JON: I don't know. Daenerys...she's been there for me, and she's fought well. But she's also a Targaryen, with that burning ambition. ARYA: I didn't realize this was easy for you, Jon. Daenerys or the throne. JON: (frustrated) It's not easy, Arya. I never wanted this. I never asked for it. My whole life, I've been an outcast. I joined the Night's Watch to serve the realm, to find a place where I belonged. And now...now that I'm told I'm in line for the most powerful position in the world, I don't know what to do. ARYA: (thinking) You've already proven yourself as a good leader, Jon. You were the King in the North. Do you want the Iron Throne? Jon hesitates, torn. JON: (sighs) Honestly? I don't know. It ...

CHATBOT: INT. WINTERFELL - JON'S CHAMBERS - NIGHT Jon sits by the window, staring out into the dark, snowy night. Arya enters, closing the door behind her. Jon looks up and smiles. ARYA You wanted to see me? JON Yes, Arya, have a seat. There's something I need to tell you. Arya sits down across from Jon. He takes a deep breath before speaking. JON (CONT'D) You know I went away to Dragonstone... and met with Daenerys Targaryen. ARYA I do. JON Well, while I was there, I learned something about our family... something that no one else knows. Arya leans in, intrigued. ARYA Tell me. JON I found out... that I'm not actually Ned Stark's son. Arya's eyes widen, surprised by the revelation. ARYA What? How can that be? JON It turns out, my real mother was Ned's sister, Lyanna Stark. And my father was Rhaegar Targaryen. A long pause as Arya lets the news sink in. ARYA So you're... not my brother? JON Not by blood, but we're still family, Arya. We're cousins. You're still the sister I grew up with and always loved. Arya nods, understanding that although their biological relationship has changed, the bond they share remains the same. ARYA What does this mean for you? For us? JON To be honest, I'm not entirely sure yet. But our loyalty to each other and to our family doesn't change. ARYA Daenerys... how does she feel about this? JON She told me she's willing to accept it, but I know she's troubled by it as well. She worries it could challenge her claim to the Iron Throne. ARYA And what about you? JON I didn't want it. The North is my home, and the people there are my responsibility. All I ever wanted was to protect them and help them survive. Arya smiles, proud of Jon's commitment to their people. ARYA You always did have a good heart, Jon. No matter who your father was or what your blood may say, you're still a Stark to me. I'll always stand by your side. Jon reaches out and holds Arya's hand. JON Thank you, Arya. That means everything to me. We need to be strong together, now more than ever, for Winterfell and for our family. Arya nods, giving Jon's hand a reassuring squeeze. ARYA We will be. I promise. They sit in silence, taking in the weight of what Jon has just revealed. The bond between them remains strong, despite the secrets they've just unearthed.

CHATBOT: INT. WINTERFELL - THE OLD GODSWOOD - DAY The snow falls gently on the ancient, twisted tree branches. Jon and Arya walk side by side in silence among the rustling leaves, a rare shared moment between them since Jon's return. JON Remember when we used to chase each other through these woods? ARYA You always let me win. JON You were a persistent little thing, I couldn't possibly outrun you. Arya smirks at that. ARYA There's something weighing on you, Jon. It's as plain as the snow on the ground. Jon looks at her, uncertain, as they continue walking. JON How are you so perceptive? ARYA Maybe because I pay attention. Father taught us to keep our eyes open, to listen closely. JON He was a wise man. A pause as they both reflect on Ned Stark's memory. Jon takes a deep breath, suddenly solemn. JON (CONT'D) Arya, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. Arya looks at him, concerned. ARYA You can trust me. Jon hesitates, collecting his thoughts. JON You know that the battle against the Night King changed me. I never imagined defeating him. And so when it came to pass, it felt as if everything could finally come together for us. ARYA We protected the North. Isn't that what truly matters? JON Yes. But there are other secrets, other battles I must face. Arya narrows her eyes at him. ARYA What are you talking about? Jon looks anguished, fearful of what he must reveal. JON I've learned something, something about myself. I've learned the truth about my parents. Arya studies him, concerned but not yet grasping what he means. ARYA Your parents? Aren't you Lord Stark's son? Their steps slow as Jon grapples with how to continue. JON Father lied to me, to all of us. To protect me. My entire life, I believed myself to be his bastard son. Jon looks into Arya's eyes, almost as if seeking forgiveness for what he's about to say. JON (CONT'D) It wasn't true. Arya looks at him, taken aback by the revelation. ARYA How do you know? Jon lowers his voice, knowing the danger that the truth may bring. JON Bran told me. He saw it - my true parents' wedding. It's unexplainable, but I believe him. Sam found the records in the Citadel. Arya mulls over Jon's words as they stand beneath the heart tree. ARYA So, who are your parents? Jon hesitates, looking at the pale weirwood face. JON My mother was Lyanna Stark, our father's sister. My father... he was Rhaegar Targaryen. Arya's eyes widen as the reality sets in. ARYA You mean... JON Aye. I'm not Ned Stark's bastard. I'm a Targaryen... A...