Application is nearly done and thus his reserve went in today.

[winterfellborn]

Excuse me but are you mad woman? You think to send me to a land where I am to perform depraved acts for the entertainment of another. A hero you call me? A King? Is that how a King would behave?

Do not mention that name in my presence, you know what I shall do to him when I find the boy. Yet you would send me to a place where the only face I will know is his lap dog?

You are stark raving mad and I will not have it.

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[thebeggar]

You are no king!

You and the rest of your family are nothing more than mere dogs who helped the stags steal the crown. Therefore, you should feel blessed by your new role.

[winterfellborn]

I never asked for the title of King, my men saw fit to honor me as such. I am a Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North as I was raised to be.

You will watch your tongue you insolent fool or I'll watch it for you, I will let no man belittle the name of Stark, we have earned what we have. My family stands on honor not madness.

[thebeggar]

Honor? Honor!?

Why, you and your people don't even know the meaning of the word! Where was the Starks' honor when they "stolen" the Iron Throne? Where was the Starks' honor when House Targaryen fell into the fire, only to have its ashes scattered cross the land without a second thought?

Tell me, why shouldn't I curse your name and ridicule your miserable Winterfell for all the doom your kind wrought? T'was because of House Stark that Westeros lost its true King, and it's because of the Starks that my crown has been delayed!

Your idle threats do nothing to scare me, wolf; for I was born from dragon blood.

[winterfellborn]

You will not speak to me of Honor, you speak of a war that our father's fought, for the Realm. Your father was a madman who had no care for the people of Westeros. It would seem, the son is no different.

Idle threats? You forget yourself Targaryen, while you hide away amongst foreigners, waiting for the knife in your back, I ride into battle with my bannermen and fight for what is mine. The Starks do not want the Iron Throne but I will have the North and my family returned safely.

Make no mistake, I will not let Joffery sit the throne but neither will I bend the knee to you. Only a true King deserves the Iron Throne, you are nothing more than a whining coward from what I have seen here. A dragon you may be but you have yet to face the bite of the wolf. Shall I let Grey Wind demonstrate just how deep our teeth can sink?

[thebeggar]

A whining coward...?

[ A bitter laugh escapes him, one just as crazed as the Mad King's. ]

I wonder how much of a "coward" I'll be once I sink my sword into your throat, Stark. The North belongs to me, all of the Seven Kingdoms belongs to me as long as I draw breath. Do not forget yourself, wolf. You are no king, nor do you have the right to claim yourself as one. The only highborn blood that courses through your veins is the blood of a traitor who turned his faith against both the crown and Westeros. Your false Baratheon King laid waste to the efforts made by House Targaryen to conquer the Realm under one banner!

Even now after his untimely demise, all the efforts made by my ancestors lay to waste as your "new king" destroys the foundation of Westeros for his own sickening amusement.

Therefore, show me the bite of the wolf, traitor. I'll burn your dog and you as well in the fires of my wrath!

[winterfellborn]

[Robb scoffs, the large Dire Wolf rising from his master's side, teeth bare and it is clear at one touch from Robb he will bound forward towards Viserys. There is a determination in Robb's eyes as he steps forward.]

You threaten me Targaryen, then draw your sword and we shall see who dies first. I will never call the Baratheon boy a King, he is a child, still suckling his mother's teat who knows nothing of honor. No more than you do.

Take back your words! My Father never betrayed the Crown, my father did what had to be done for the Seven Kingdoms before your father laid waste to it all. Madness only fosters more madness and I will not stand and let the Mad King's son belittle the name Stark. If you think you can take me, then I beg you to try now and we will settle it once and for all, see whose blood truly rings with honor.

[thebeggar]

[ At first, Viserys was going to draw his blade and cut this usurper down for the sake of his family's honor. However, once the Dire Wolf chose to make its presence known, the young Targaryen steps down. There's no way he could possibly win, not against a trained swordsman who possesses such a foul beast by his side.

Humiliated once again by his own shortcomings, Viserys realizes that his sword hand has become too shaky to wield a blade. ]

...Curse you.

[ A low growl escapes him but it's hardly as threatening as the wolf's. ]

Curse you and the Baratheons both! For years, my sister and I lived in terror of the assassins let loose by your Fake King. All of Targaryen was lost, even our pride. For years I dreamed of reclaiming the glory that was stolen from me, in hopes of one day returning to Westeros to rule as my ancestors did before me. Yet, even now such glory shan't be mine as long as despots claim falsehood over the Iron Throne. Your father wins no love from me, Stark. As loyal as you state him to be, I remember hearing him to be nothing more than butcher. No better than Robert Baratheon himself!

[ Feeling his courage escaping him now, Viserys falls to his knees. ]

Curse you all...!

[winterfellborn]

[Robb is a Stark, made of honor that was as hard and unyeilding as the Winter that was coming. Yet, he would not cut a man down who had in honesty done no wrong other than not heed his tongue and who cowered before him that way. A touch to Grey Wind's head and the direwolf heeled at his master's side, eyes ever alert. Robb's weapon was next and he looks down at Viserys.]

Get on your feet Targaryen and remember, do not lash out with your tongue and draw your sword unless you intend to and can use it. You know nothing of my father but what is whispered in your ear so that others can manipulate you for their own gain, after all, even a claim to the throne is tempting to many a man. But know this, a Stark, my father among them holds to his honor till his last breath.

Even when the child of his best friend is the one who takes that breath from his lungs. My father held to his honor, whatever confessions were made were false and no one shall ever tell me otherwise. My father was a proud man, one who served his Kingdom well, do not liken him to a man who drowned in his own laziness. Curse us all you like. Winter is coming. You can have your desire for your Southron lands, I will be taking my family home to Winterfell, not desiring what is out of my reach.

[thebeggar]

[ The dragonborn prince honestly thought he was a dead man once that Dire Wolf set its viscous eyes on him. He was too cowardly to fight back and too weak to do anything substantial against both the Stark and his wolf. Viserys isn't a king nor is he a warrior. He's nothing more than a child at best, a spoiled one at that.

Uncertain what to say now that his life was spared, Viserys simply hung his head as Robb spoke. Forced to listen to a truth unwanted, the little dragon finally forces himself to look up at the man who spared him. ]

I was never manipulated.

[ He replied almost defiantly. ]

I had allies who desired to see me upon the Iron Throne as King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm; yet it would seem none of those allies are here for me to call upon now.

[ Now shakily rising to his feet, Viserys stands and attempts to match the Stark's glare with one of his own. ]

Winterfell is yours to do as you please, the same as the Southern lands are mine to hold. I care not for your father or the Baratheon usurper who stolen my throne but at least I know honor are with the Starks.

I just have to ILU..your Viserys is beautiful.

[winterfellborn]

[When he simmered down he was not so terrible Robb assumed. Did the Stark trust him by no means, no, he knew if given a chance Viserys may well slide a knife in his back.]

You were a child when you fled Westeros, people have used you, look around you. They tell you they wait for your return, yet Robert Baratheon lies dead and they embrace his son as their King, it is not your name they call. Learn a King's duty, then claim a King's right.You may argue your claim to the throne with his brother's Renly and Stannis, I intend to retrieve my sister's, avenge my father and return to the North to have Theon Greyjoy's head.

[Robb leveled his gaze, letting some of the hardened Lord of Winterfell fall away, blue eyes closing and opening once more.]

If you win against all the King's vying for the Iron Throne, then I will hold you that word, The North shall remain independent of The Seven Kingdoms.

Why thank you! I'm still practicing

[thebeggar]

[ Anguish settled on Viserys' pale face, one that spoke of all the horrors he suffered since the fall of his house. Was he truly lied to? Did the people of Westeros forget him and his sister? Did no one cry for the true heirs of the Iron Throne to return?

If so, what shall he do now?

Torn between allowing Robb Stark to cut him down and screaming until the Old and New Gods could hear him, Viserys simply did nothing other than stare at the Stark with a look of pure anguish on his face. Was there to be no ending to his plight? No reprieve from the hell he suffered since the fall of his kingly father? ]

No matter what you say, Westeros must have a king even if the people no longer cry for the return of Targaryen rule. As you must defend Winterfell from those who seek to conquer it, I must defend the Realm against the liars who claim my throne.

[ Trying desperately not to look as pitiful as he sounds, Viserys let's out a deep sigh as he tries to collect himself. The truth is quite hard to bear but he must do so if he truly plans to become Westeros' new king. ]

You best to remember this oath, Stark. Think of this as a commemoration for the victories that have yet to come. Kill those who seek your Winterfell and I will destroy those who seek the Iron Throne. Fair enough?

[ There's a smidgen of doubt in his words, only a smidgen. ]

Well, Robb here is also bound for Somarium with a few more castmates if you are ever interested :D

[winterfellborn]

Fair enough, you take out Stannis Baratheon and Renly to take the Iron Throne, I'll not put my army in the fight. The Northern men will return North with my family and so long as the reign is fair, there we will remain.

[Robb offers his hand, doubt lay heavy with him, Viserys could well find himself in a situation such as this again and betray Robb, he also did not see the other as able to conquer either of Robert's brothers. Joffrey was Robb's to deal with, he felt by right, it had nothing to do with the throne but with his father's life.]

And the Baratheon boy is mine.

Very interested! I would love to join there

[thebeggar]

[ While this proposal seemed like a promising one, Viserys couldn't help but wonder how he could possibly defeat both Renly and Stannis for the Crown. He figured that he'll let the Baratheon brothers kill each other off before stating his claim over it. If he steals the Iron Throne right from under their noses, they'll have to swear fealty to him or perish. However, such a deed is harder said than done since he has no army to support him.

Fretting in silence, Viserys almost backs away when the Stark offers his hand to him. He eyes him cautiously, obviously expecting a dagger to follow this act of mock friendship. However, once he realized no such deceit would come, Viserys hesitantly took Robb's hand and rose from the ground. ]

Do what you wish to the son of the barbarian that slayed my brethren in cold blood. I care not for him or his evil father. Make him suffer, if you will! I would gladly watch.

[ Realizing he was still clutching on to Robb's hand, Viserys hastily released it and coughed a mild "thank you" under his breath. ]

AWESOME!

[winterfellborn]

[Robb had wondered how long the other was going to hold his hand and smirked at it as he let the arm it was attached to drop back to his side.

He did not rest a hand on his weapon but instead scratched idly between the ears of the large beast beside him.]

There is no honor in torture nor in letting chaos rule the land, Joffrey will be dealt with swiftly.

Now to start with the app!

[thebeggar]

[ Trying his best not to look the least bit embarrassed, Viserys' gaze settled on the dire wolf. It was glaring at him, still a tad hostile thanks to his earlier antics. He wouldn't dare move any closer to Robb out of fear that the creature would have him for lunch. However, he would be a fool not to take notice of the wolf's primitive beauty. As scary as that beast might be, the dire wolf was probably the last ode to the age where dragons once existed. ]

A Stark's justice is swift, eh? Is that what you claim? A shame you shan't put that little brat's head on a spike, but I'll settle for him being dead as long as the rest of the Baratheons follow him to the grave.

[ He smirked somewhat as he thought of cutting off the heads of both Renly and Stannis Baratheon. ]

Ah?

[ His gaze settles on the wolf again. ]

...So that "thing" is your pet?

I have to make new samples for Robb for there!

[winterfellborn]

[Robb to his credit does not linger long on his smirk and at the question he smiles. A smile that hints at the boy he had been before war thrust him into manhood and Joffrey took his father's head.]

Grey Wind is my companion, my siblings and I each have one. We found them one day, exactly enough for each of us. [That simply includes Jon without him needing to say it he feels.]

I wouldn't call him a pet, he is my fiercest ally in battle and rarely gone from my side.

I need to do EVERYTHING. *sob* It's well worth it though

[thebeggar]

[ Staring down at the dire wolf almost curiously, those strange and somewhat alien lavender eyes glance up towards Robb again. He wasn't quite sure what to think of the Starks or Winterfell right now, but so far the Starks aren't exactly the warmongers he expected them to be. ]

Is that so? Much like the us Targaryens when our dragons still breathed fire.

[ There's a hint of melancholy in his tone now but Viserys does his best to hide it with arrogance. ]

Perhaps your dire wolf will awaken the dragons with its howl once the north is freed.

I got lucky, I am just finishing up his application for the game this post is about <<

[winterfellborn]

[Robb could not think of a Stark in history who would have been called a Warmonger, they were a family that still lived by the Old Gods and the old ways. Honor and duty were weights they wore from boyhood and by the time adulthood had come it was a firm ground under their feet.

The Starks were like the North they herald from to be honest, shaped by the blood and legacy that ran through their veins. Viserys, to Robb was close to as he had expected of the offspring of the Mad King at least at first.

When he calmed the other was not as ridiculous as he had seemed and the Stark relaxes a measure.]

Now you sound like my Lady Mother, she believes the finding of these pups are an omen. With what has transpired since, she may be right. Things of Old are rising through out the land to be frank, I would not be surprised to see a dragon rise with them.

[starktomboy]

I doubt it's that horrible... at least your lady writer isn't too far off in her assessment of you...

[winterfellborn]

[Well...he will not expand on just how horrible it is, Arya need not know what will be expected of him in this place.]

It will not be easy, especially when I am needed at home, now more than ever. [Though, he will smile, to see her safe, even if her hair is oddly shorter than before means a good deal to Robb and he'll just sweep Arya into a hug.]

Said from the eyes of my dear little sister, I don't want to be King, I just want to get us all home, safe at Winterfell.

[starktomboy]

[She will accept the hug gladly. It's been far too long since she'd hugged any of her siblings or heard their voices. She just wanted to go home. It was too early for that. She had many names to offer up to the Gods... many people who had to pay for what they'd done to their family.]

Home would be nice. It would be a sight better than some of the places there are out there.

[Harrenhall had been hell, one she was glad she'd escaped alive. There were other hells out there, she imagined. Such as what she'd seen at The Twins... he and her mother were -

No. She wouldn't think of that right now. That's what she liked about these places that her Lady writer sent her to, the chance to see her family happy and whole again. She might hug him a bit more readily than she would have so long ago, before their father had died and before so much had happened.]

My Lady Writer intends to send me a place where people can see dreams... Jon is there already.

[winterfellborn]

[He assumes it is because of how long they have been parted, no word of Arya had he been given in some time in the battlefield and Sansa remained trapped by the Lannisters.]


Home would be best, I'm trying or I was till my writer interrupted me to get us all together and home again.

[Robb smiles when she says this, letting the hug go he ruffles the top of her head, rising once more to his full height.]

I've heard, mine seems to be planning for me to join you both. Someone has to keep you two out of trouble.

[starktomboy]

[Her nose scrunches at the hair ruffling and the part about keeping her out of trouble. She will get into twice as much trouble, just for you brother.]

You will have your work cut out for you then.

[Good luck to you and Jon, keeping her out of trouble. Ha!]

[winterfellborn]

[He would expect no less, after everything in truth he looks forward to it. Chasing after Arya with Jon would feel closer to home than anything he has known in so long.]

Do not forget, you learned most of your tricks from Jon and I, you'll need to get one step ahead of us for that to work.

[Robb can manage an army but can he manage a younger sibling without their lady mother?]

[starktomboy]

[She will just scoff at you, Robb.]

I've learned a few tricks since I've been away from home. I'd love to see you catch me.

[She will make you both chase her :|

It will give you something fun to do and distract her from the fact that you are dead, Rob.]

[winterfellborn]

You're on

[There is a hint of the boy he was long before he had to become the King in the North, it felt good to feel his age once more.

Precisely! Time for worrying about that at home, at least here things get to be a little better?]

BUSTS UP IN HERE. robb you have to have double dragons!!! c:

[emblazing]

[ she sees her brother up there, and she sees you robb stark. you are not eddard stark, only his child. still, there is resentment in her chest. ]

I apologize for my brother. He is a fool.
So you too, are bound to this place am I correct, Lord Stark?
[ she will not call him king. ]

YES! Gimmie /all the castmates!

[winterfellborn]

[By the age and look of her Robb would have already guessed Tragaryen and he would not take offense at the resentment, the past does not truly die, does it?

There is however good manners and Robb smiles, a slight bow and even a faint chuckle, like night and day were these siblings.]

There is no need to apologize for your brother, a man should stand on his own actions. I hold no responsibility over you for him.

[And he and Viserys had reached an understanding of sorts after all.]

I am bound for three places, My Lady. [The title is automatic, Robb is not certain what the Dorthraki call their Queen or he would have respectfully used said title.]

If it is Somarium with your brother you speak of, yes, I will hopefully be joining my siblings there soon.

C:

[emblazing]

[ she watches him bow, and thinks at his words. viserys always sneered of the starks and their honor, retorting how they'd aided the usurper in the death of those babes, rhaegar--their father. her lips twist a bit wryly. ]

Wise words, honorable words. If only most men would follow such wisdom.
[ she notes that]
You may call me Khaleesi. As for that, there are two of them, your siblings. One I have not yet known as Arya Stark. She seems set to hide herself.

[winterfellborn]

[If Danerys truly knew the Starks she would know the deaths of those innocent babes had been Baratheon and Lannister workings, Starks, Robb himself, would never harm an innocent child.][He nods, his smile is polite, though a bit guarded, after all, history of their families gave her reason enough to dislike him, even if Robb himself held no grudge against her.]

Thank you Khaleesi, even a small word of my siblings is better than none. Though, it seems we are to meet soon, if my writer can finish her tasks and stop being so easily swayed to discussions of things not meant for polite company.