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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[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.