♱ BURN THEM ALL || VIKINGS/GoT › Alfred

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE DRAGON
SEASON 5B
VIKINGS | GAME OF THRONES
—- BURN THEM ALL —-

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴠɪᴋɪɴɢs: ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ
—— A new member joins the gang and brings new news about the operations to kill Viserya and Alfred, Æthelred backs down at the last moment ——

// The dragons are smart... they know the difference between good and evil and that the only true beasts in this world are men //

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WESSEX

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| AFTER THE EVENTS OF A FEW DAYS AGO, Viserya needed a way to escape from it all. She soon found herself riding out with Ubbe and Alfred to lord only knows where. The soldiers followed closely behind decked out in their normal shining armor and helmets. The thundering of hooves and feet clashed with the mud as they approached the clearing. There beside the row of trees were a line of wooden structures—things Ubbe may have forgotten to mention to her. Her horse gracefully walked beside Alfreds horse, just waiting to be let lose to graze at free will.

Her horse lifted its head up in retaliation before letting out a soft grunt as he stomped at the ground. Viserya sighed and climbed down—her boots meeting the dampened grass. A guard kindly offered to take the horses and tie them to a tree for her. Viserya was lost at words, this was the first this had happened. She was always use to doing it herself. But before she could reply, the man gently took the reins from her and guided the horses away. Well this must be the life of Queen.

" Alrighty then." Viserya said under her breath, placing her hand on the hilt of her sword. She paused a moment to take in the area—ignoring Alfred and Ubbe as they walked towards the catapults. This was the furtherest out shes been. In the gloom there is mist, rising in short puffs, clouds disappearing into the fog. Viserya crouched, resting the hilt of the sword on the rain-soaked ground—studying the grass and land that lay before her. It was nice and farmable if one were up to it. But her not being by Alfred's side didn't go unnoticed however.

Ubbe soon beckoned for his little sister to come and she sighed in defeat as she got up and joined them. He had remembered the catapults that were used in Frankia against them. But fortunately, Viserya wasn't there so she didn't know the pain they suffered or what they went through. She walked around it, admiring the giant piece of wood. She wondered how long it had taken and what wood was used.

Her eyes were in awe, she remembered stories in the books she'd read about the Targaryens and their dragons, how lords would make theses large catapults only to put rather large arrows at the end—sharp enough to pierce threw a Dragon's scales.

These were dangerous things. She watched Ubbe place something into the cup-like-thing at the end. Alfred's eyes followed the structure, studying it as he went along.

"How does it work?" Viserya asked, cocking her head to the side as her eyes followed the release mechanism. Ubbe looked to Alfred, " cut the rope." He said pointing to rather long piece of rope tied down. Alfred withdrew Longclaw and slashed at it—cutting it free thus releasing the projectile. Everyone's eyes followed it as it released, throwing the ball far up into the air. A slight smile formed on Viserya's mouth as she stood there.  Hmm maybe the plan could work after all.