Viserra made her way to the dais greeting Doran and Oberyn as she passed by. Whispers began to arises from the crowd and stop when Alysane bellowed to shut it.
"Lords and Ladies of the North" Viserra began. "I thank you for making the journey here." She stood proud and regal.
"Why are we here on this shit excuse for an island" a lord said causing Alysane to spit at his feet.
"We're here for one reason. But first I have to ask you all one question..." Viserra answered. "Who am I?" she asked and they looked confused. "Have I've been gone for too long?" she asked. "Who am I?"
"Viserra Stark" Alysane answered proudly.
"Aye I am." Viserra smiled at Alysane and continued. "I won't bore you with my life story, most of you know it. Some of you have seen it, even been a part of it. But the reason I have gathered you all here because we are all Northerners... Our hearts belongs to the North. We all born with ice in our veins. We all know feeling the bitter bite of winter. We all know the brutal truth of what it is to survive here. We all know this because... We. Are. The. North..." Viserra looked at each of their faces, recognizing too few of them. "We are one, my friends, and we are in pain..." Viserra commanded attention of the Northerners. "We have lost fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, lovers..." Viserra watched a few heads nodded in agreement. "We have survived a war but in the process we lost who are. So I ask you all... Who are you?" Viserra's hands gestured to the crowd. "I know who I am..." she nodded. "You stand before Viserra Stark, daughter of Brandon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Princess Elaena Targaryen." her proclamation hung in the air for a moment before her diplomacy turned into rage. "I am Viserra Stark and I am fucking enraged..." she growled. "Since the late king Robert ordered me to follow him to King's Landing, I have watched Winterfell, my home, be raided, desecrated..." she prowled along the dais like the wolf she was, ready to attack in a moments notice. "and now..." Viserra found the Bolton emissary in the crowd and her glare bore into him. "there is a Bolton in Winterfell." The emissary turned as the crowd now fixated on him. "A Bolton in my fucking home." She roared as the Bolton man turned to leave but was quickly held in place by Alysane's second, Jerrod. "For as long as I have Northern air in my lungs, I will not stand for a Lannister cock-sucking Bolton in my ancestral home." Viserra turned her gaze from the emissary back the rest of the lords of the north. "I am going to get retribution for the heinous act of betrayal against my house... This is a debt long over due, and I expect the payment in blood..." The air in the hall grew thick at the presence this young woman held. "I am claiming my birthright..." Viserra connected with each face in the hall. "I am taking back what is mine, but not as the Wardeness of the North..." confusion spread through the audience. Alysane simply crossed her arms and let a proud devilish smile grow. "If you will have me, I would be your Queen of the North." Viserra allowed declamation to settle. "For no other than Stark can hold Winterfell, or the North, and no other will... I will continue just as my cousin King Rob had planned to gain our independence from the realm."
The mention of Robb caused grumbles and whispers of uncertainty.
"You have doubts... I do not blame you." Viserra stepped down from the dais and stood among the lords of the North. "I understand if you do not align yourself with my vision... You are free men and women. You can chose to support me, or renounce my claim. But you all know me. You know what I am capable of." Viserra walked along the crowd toward the exit. "I simply ask that before you decide, to bear witness to my first act as Queen..." Doran, Oberyn, and Alysane followed closely behind Viserra. "A proof of my dedication to North, my promise to North as it is my birthright." Her hand push open the giant door leading the crowd outside. She could hear his ranting already as Jovan and Ascar were tying him up to the pyre.
"I offer the North... Tywin Lannister" She stood in front of him as the crowd began to get boisterous. She raised her hand and the men quieted. "Lord Tywin Lannister, as queen of the North I find the acts you and your house have committed to be treason against the realm and mankind. You have orchestrated the deaths of thousand of Northern lives and the deaths of Lord Eddard Stark, King Rob Stark, Lady Catelyn Stark, Elia Martell and her children and so many more." Oberyn and Doran stood behind Viserra staring daggers into Lord Lannister. "Do you wish to say any final words."
"I will be waiting for you in the 7 hells"
"Don't worry... I'll find you" she said just before turning back to the crowd of blood thirsty Northerners. "My fellow Northerners..." Viserra called their attention back to her. "This is where I begin, this is the moment in which ballads will be written of the North and how its people reclaimed what is rightfully theirs. This is where I pledge my service to you all, and you bear witness to my promise..." Ascar walked over with a torch to hand to Viserra. "I will give my life in service to you, to an independent North. Until the last breath leaves my lungs and the last droplet of blood is spilled from my body. This I swear to you all." Viserra turned back around to Tywin as she was joined by Doran and Oberyn holding their own torches.
"Tywin Lannister, may your death act as a reminder for those who wish to oppose me or the North..." Viserra placed her torch at the base of the pyre. "Winter has come for you and will come for them too..."
Oberyn and Doran walked to her side while Viserra stood at the pyre. Tywin stood stubbornly as the flames began to lick at his feet. Viserra's eyes focused on the flames dance as the wind fueled the fire. She recognized all the different hues and watched as smoke started to rise thicker and higher. She could hear Oberyn and Doran speak to Tywin, but their words fell silent as Jovan approached her side.
"My queen" in his hand he carried an ornate box. Viserra lifted the lid open marveling at her beloved egg. Gently she cradled her dragon egg and held it close as Tywin's groans began to fill the air. She kissed the egg one last time before putting her hands in the fire and resting it near Tywin feet. She looked at how the flames danced across the opalescent shell. She was entranced by the colors flashing in different varieties. Her eyes rose as the fire grew higher and higher up Tywin's body. His clothes now a melted tattered mess that left him bare. Tywin's screams grew louder and more agonizing, as he met Viserra's eyes who refused to move.
"Dracarys" Viserra commanded fiercely and the flames engulfed Tywin Lannister completely. It was said later his screams were heard across the realm carried by the Northern wind. Viserra turned to the audience of the Northern houses as they watched in awe.
Silence filled Bear Island. Silence and screams of a lord set ablaze filled the area. Viserra walked closer to the crowd and kneeled before them.
"Queen in the North!" Alysane yelled as she lifted Viserra to her feet. "Queen of the North" Alysane then knelt before her.
"All hail Queen in the North!" the chants began to overpower the dying screams of the Lannister patriarch. One by one men and women fell to their knees in front of her. Viserra turned around to see everyone now bowed to her in allegiance. Eventually the chant grew quiet and so had the screams of Tywin Lannister. Viserra asked her subjects to rise, just before speaking to them she felt a teether or a pulsating from behind her. Viserra turned to the pile of flames ignoring the slumped burnt body of Tywin, and placed her hands in the fire removing debris from where she laid her egg. From the pile of ash she moved the egg which had split from its crack and nestled in the flames a small body.
Viserra gently picked up the small form and brought it closer to her face. The size of a small cat, it claws gripped the soft flesh of Viserra's hands.
"Rytsas byka mēre" Viserra greeted as a small growl came from the snow white dragon as it opened it eyes for the first time. Viserra was met with familiar violet eyes and forging of a bond.
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The Legacy
FanfictionRobert's Rebellion is over and it has left Viserra Stark orphaned. The daughter of Brandon Stark and Elaena Targaryen has survived the war and was left to be raised by her uncle Ned Stark and his family. King Robert allowed her to live on the basis...
