CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE REVEAL SEASON 5B VIKINGS | GAME OF THRONES —- BURN THEM ALL —-
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴠɪᴋɪɴɢs: ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ —- Viserya is found and is furious after Björn decides to give her away, Viserya wonders what she must do —-
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| ALFRED FOUND HIMSELF IN FRONT OF HIS GRANDFATHER'S TOMB. The room was dark with the added touch of candles positioned everywhere in the room—which added a sense of peacefulness and light. He stood there with his hands clasped in front of him as he stared down at the stone.
" Grandfather, you have laid such a burden upon me, I'm not sure your choice was wise after all." He said, his voice low and timid. He took the medallion out and twirled it around in his hand. The three headed dragon showing itself with every other flip and the direwolf taking its place on the other side. He looked back down at his grandfathers grave as tears seemed to well up in his eyes.
" They whisper that I am weak, I fear they are right." He said before placing the medallion back into the pocket as he kneeled down to the floor. He was disrupted from the silence when the blonde haired chamber-maiden appeared from within the darken corner. She had a smile plastered across her face as she walked forth before taking a seat beside him.
Alfred looked at her dumbfounded as to why she was there sitting beside him. As a second passed, she slowly placed her pale hand delicately again his thigh, " Don't think like that my king..." she whispered with slight smile as Alfred continued to look upon her in confusion. After a moment of their eyes locked on one another, he slowly reverted back to his grandfather's tomb.
He cups his hands together once more, " Grandfather, give me strength. What am I to do?" Just as he spoke, a wind lightly blew on the candles which made them blow in the direction towards him—his eyes flickered to the candles waving back in forth.
" Fire" he whispered, before hearing someone entering the room from behind. " You're not weak in my eyes." A voice came from behind—it was calm and humble. He quickly looked behind him to find Viserya standing there. Her hands clasped tightly in front of her with her head held high. The candles had been blowing in her direction, was she the strength Ecbert was giving Alfred? She stood to the far corner consumed by the dark that was radiating in from the shadows.
The chamber-maiden, upon realizing he was no longer paying attention to her, quickly retracted her hand back before standing to her feet. Her cheeks flushed a slight red when she noticed Viserya watching before quickly twisting into disgust at this dragon princess.
