♱ BURN THEM ALL || VIKINGS/GoT › Alfred

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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE DANE SLAYER 
SEASON 5A
VIKINGS | GAME OF THRONES
—- BURN THEM ALL —-

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴠɪᴋɪɴɢs: ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ
—- King Æthelwulf has passed, leaving Alfred as the new king of Wessex, Viserya is tested when her region comes under siege —-

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COCCHAM

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       | VISERYA WITHDREW LONGCLAW AWAY FROM THE COWERING SIHTRIC—he might as well thought these were his final moments. His face twisted in fear as he held onto his breath. A second turned into a minute before he realized the sword was no longer at his throat. Curious yet still cautious, he slowly peered from his right eye before slowly opening the other. And there she stood before him, Viserya, this famed dragon princess...

Viserya fixed her composure before speaking, trying to make herself seem less threatening than before.
" You say you want to be under my command.. But how am I to trust you? You must prove yourself first by killing your own people... Is that understood?"

Sihtric was quick to answer—not once missing a beat. " Yes... M'lady." Viserya raised a brow at his immediate demeanor change, it was not something she'd expected out a Danish mouth. " Very well.." With a simple nod to Uhtred, he immediately broke the rope that bonded Sihtric's hands together. Finan watched from behind, still a little uneasy as Sihtric steadily rose to his feet.

She waits a moment— studying his minor movement as he looked around, taking in the unfamiliar hall before she spoke." We shall get a move on, my dragons will be of the upmost importance in this battle." Viserya glanced over Sihtric's shoulder at the others before making her way pass him. Finan and Uhtred crowded around Sihtric as they passed, before giving a mere side glance as if he were nothing but a speck of dirt.

Beocca watched as she walked away, his mouth a-gap and his brain con-fizzled. Now what was he going to do? Alfred had given him strict orders to immediately bring this dragon princess before him, but now it seemed as though Viserya held more power above the old man.

When she was little, it was a different story. She would do everything he asked of her from learning to chores around Ragnar's house; with the subtle groan and eye rolling here and there. But now since she was grown up and had her own rules and standing army, his orders were not of the up most importance. But before he could stop her from leaving, Gisela blocked him and gave him the little twerk of the brow.

" The little dear king can wait, I'm sure he'll be thankful for her reasoning when she returns.." Gisela said, quite unamused. Beocca could do nothing but watch as she walked away.

Once outside, Viserya gave little nods to the townspeople as she strolled through, just a simple reassurance that her promise was being kept to protect them. She proudly lead her small band out of the town, with Sihtric trailing slowly behind with his horse.

Then there before them all curled up on the bank beside the river, rested her three dragons. All seemed to be lost in sleep with their wings tucked beside their bodies. Ragno was the first stir upon seeing his mother approaching. A curious and friendly rumble emitted deep from within his chest.