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CHAPTER THREE : THE SACKING OF COCCHAM
SEASON 5A

VIKINGS | GAME OF THRONES
— BURN THEM ALL —

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' Viserya, you think this is where your destiny
Ends?
Wrong
Your destiny hasn't quite played out yet child, your people need you, you must protect them.'

' Become the Queen they need..'

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COCCHAM

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     | VISERYA AND HER ARMY HAD FINALLY ARRIVED AT COCCHAM, BUT KEPT THEIR DISTANCE. Instead, she waited and studied from a far, hidden within the over growth of the trees while still mounted on Ragno. The height gave her an advantage, a better outlook at the people below. After all, she didn't know how the people would react or if they were hostile in any way.

Ragno grumbled in a low growl, just enough for her feel it tremble through his body. He turned his head from side to side looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, his nostrils flaring. Either he didn't quite like this area or he was throwing a fit... But nonetheless, Viserya wasn't budging just because Ragno was throwing a fit.

Some strands of her silver hair that wasn't braided, gently danced along with the wind as she watched the those below, while the rest of her hair was still done up in braids. She had earned 3 major braids, one's that symbolized both power and strength, and one for independence. Viserya wanted to stay true not only to the Dothraki but also the Danish hairstyles as well.

   On top of her dragon many would have thought it was Daenerys instead because of how much the young girl resembled her. Almost a spitting image of her... But her eyes told a different story, amber like a wolf's.

Viserya wore a vibrant blue dress with black slacks underneath, the colors of Lagertha's shields. Up the front starting at the top of her shoulders before curving down just below her small breasts, was embroidery done up to look like dragon scales.

Then two black leather straps formed an X in front —dire wolves were embroidered across the leather. Each one made to look as if running or seeming to dance up the black fabric. These wolves looked like that of the Starks. The Targaryen symbol was right in the center where the two leather straps formed together.

Her amber eyes dashed from side to side, mapping the entirety of the town and it's possible ways in. The town wasn't perhaps in the best of defenses as there were no towers or even guards for that matter, stationed out front.

There were a couple townspeople outside doing their daily chores or at least, she thought that's what they were doing. But there was something off about them, something wasn't quite right. The way they walked and fumbled about with no ambition to their stricken bodies. That's when it clicked and Viserya noticed how awfully skinny they truly were.

Their clothes were all mangled and hair unkept. How could anyone let this happen? How cruel it was to let them suffer. The people she had grown up with and come to know would see this as an opportunity to find riches and slaves but not her. She was here on mission.

  Viserya did not want to see herself like Ivar or the others. The way she had been taught, she strived to not end up like them—bloodthirsty for power and riches. She didn't want to harm the Christians but instead felt the need to help them. But how was she to make an entrance that was acceptable to these people and that wouldn't make them afraid of her?

" So what should we do M'Lady?" Uthred asked disrupting the silence. She looked down at the tall man, he was a Saxon slave once, one who had been captured by a raiding party at such a young age then given to Ragnar after the death of his stepfather. Until she freed him when she was old enough and after that he stayed by her side.

  Viserya sighed deeply, trying to gather her thoughts into one." We go in on horse back as to not look intimidating. We don't know what kind of army they have inside or what their lord is like. My dragons and the rest of our army will stay here and camp." She said while Ragno bent down just enough for her to dismount.

    " Bring me my horse!" Viserya shouted before placing a hand against Ragno's neck, a low rumble admitted deep within his chest upon her warming touch," Don't worry, I'll be back." She reassured him before turning to her horse that impatiently pawed at the ground. She grabbed at the dark reins before pulling herself up onto the saddle.

" Uthred and Finan, today's your lucky day, you two will be accompanying me." She flashed a cheeky grin. " Oh yay, my pleasure." Finan joked and with that, they started off towards the town.

But of course, it wasn't quiet as Finan just had to speak his mind. " Oh yea totally fine, going into a town that none of us have been to before, dressed like Danes and we have no plan. Sure what could possibly go wrong." He sarcastically remarked.

  " Oh just quit your whining Finan." Uhtred replied with his attention drawn forward. Finan sat back like little kid in his saddle, fiddling with the reins. "So what did Ecbert really say to you?" He suddenly asked to which Viserya only inhaled deeply. " That's none of your business."

The people out in front saw them approaching, some whispered among themselves and pointed at Viserya as her horse trotted pass. Most made barely an effort to run away from her. There was no life to them, no shine like it had been drained out. And that was saying something, for no means of actually running away at the sight of danger.

" That's her," a hushed voice said to another, " The dragon girl." Another one gasped, " She's Ragnar's daughter, here to kill us." A couple whispered to each other while giving shrill looks. This town wasn't like Wessex, it was messy and unkept, the streets littered with empty wagons and rotted food. Some people were even fighting on the street. And it smelled of death and fecal matter. This made Viserya's blood boil.

What could this lord possibly help me with my goal when he can't even look after his own people. Viserya only grumbled to herself.

" These poor people, look at them." Uthred said in disgust, his face scrunched in grimace. " Yea i know it smells, i rather be in a horse barn than here." Finan chimed in holding his hand up to his nose. They continued a little further and there in front before them laid a large building. Viserya remarked on how easy it was to enter the town and how no one stopped them.

" I bet ya the lord lives in there." Finan said looking around to which Viserya simply nodded. They dismounted the horses with the people still fixated at them as they slowly walked up to the building. The guards in front immediately stepped forward, stopping them from entering.

    " I'm looking for the lord Oswald." Viserya stated out.  " Who's asking?" The guard grunted giving her dirty look. " I'm asking." She replied more firmly.

The guard laughed out, " We need a name girl." He sarcastically remarked while looking Viserya up and down hungrily.

Uthred noticed and stepped forward, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword," Go fetch the lord or I'll gut you like a pig." The guard's smile disappeared quickly from his lips as he stepped back, looking to the other for a reason before running off quickly into the building. Viserya glanced to Uhtred and smirked. He always had her side no matter what.

It hadn't been but a few minutes before he appeared. " Oh how the gods have blessed me!" The lord shouted, walking out of the hall with his arms raised.

" How have they?" Viserya asked a tad unamused.
" They sent me a beautiful woman!" The lord smiled revealing his discolored teeth. Viserya scoffed as she continued to look at him. He was quite a large goofy looking man, with a belly bigger than anything she's ever seen. A beard accompanied itself on his face in which was somewhat kept up. And as for his hair, there was barely any left.

" I'm Lord Oswald and whom may you be?" He said offering his hand out. She only looked at him in disgust.

" I'm Viserya Targaryen, mother of dragons and stepdaughter to Ragnar Lothbrok." She paused and pointed to either side of her, " And these two are my friends, Finan and Uthred." The guards only exchanged looks.

" ooo I've heard about you, Viserya, the dragon Princess. " Oswald said trying to act charming while looking her up and down.

" Oh I'm not a little princess I can assure you that." Viserya just slightly raised her voice. In the silence, a scream rang out and they all looked in the direction. Lord Oswald looked at her, his face drained of color. " oh that's..." he paused struggling to find his words, " Let's go inside shall we, I'm sure you all must be famished." He quickly offered, almost stumbling over himself. Both Viserya and her men were a little hesitant to enter this man's home, who knew what he'd try to do.

  Oswald lead them into the hall, Finan leaned over to Viserya, " I bet you that his stomach gets in the way when he tries to look down there." Viserya only chuckled before slightly slapping his chest. There was a table that was horizontal in the middle, multiple chairs lining it. A chair with crowning was right in the middle, that was where Oswald sat obviously. Viserya sat across from him, Finan and Uthred at her sides.

She looked up passed Oswald and there it was. A rather large chair carved of a fine oak, crested with several jewels and decorative metals to form two horse heads on either side. Although he was a lord, he acted like he was a king.

  "Servants!" Oswald called out and two women hurried from within the shadows. Viserya glared at Oswald as a nun and young girl came out, both looked ragged. These two women were dirty, their clothes ripped with dirt stains everywhere. They faired no better than the people outside.

  " We have guests, see to it that we have food prepared!" He bellowed. Viserya watched the one girl as she scrambled away. But the nun stayed by his side, a giant cross hung from a necklace just stopping short of her chest. The girl came back with plates and ale. She quickly started arranging them on the table and then Viserya noticed how she always kept her head down, never looking at Viserya once.

  She shakingly poured the drinks but as she got to Viserya, she slightly spilled the ale. The woman was partially tripping over herself to clean it while stuttering, saying " Sorry.. sorry" as she frantically rubbed rag over the ale. Oswald slammed his fist down on the table, " Damnit woman!"

  Uthred glared at him with those daunting icy blue eyes which caused the disgruntled lord to slowly sat back down. Viserya placed her hand on the young woman's hand gently taking the rag away from her grasp.

" It's alright, I can do it. Just a minor spill."
She reassured Oswald as she glanced over in his direction, "It's not her fault." The woman flashed her a quick smile before returning to the side of her lord. Amongst all the craziness, two boys soon came out with a cooked pig.

   " So Viserya," Oswald said, shoving food into his mouth, " What brings you here?" Viserya could feel the tension in the air, it was like soup. She cleared her throat, " King Ecbert sent me here, on orders that you could help me." Oswald almost looked like he choked on his food as she said Ecbert's name. He swallowed strongly before answering, " oh Ecbert, yes."

Viserya cocked her head, " Why do you say his name like that?" Oswald kept his sight down as he cleared his throat, " He's full of himself, he didn't deserve to be king and neither does his son and neither do his grandchildren." He says as he starts cutting the meat faster.

" So you would rather see yourself as king and not them?" Viserya asked, her brows knitting together. Oswald looked up and smiled, " Yes I would be a better king than him, he sent me here to this town, as a lord..." He continued rambling on but Viserya zoned him out with her thoughts.

Why did Ecbert send me here? Did he send me here because of Oswald, because he threatened taking the crown away from his grandchildren?

She was knocked out of her thoughts when Oswald's voice zoned back in, " I see you are not married, Why is that?" He acquired while watching her every move. Viserya raised a brow as she focused back on him, " Because I know what I am worth."

Oswald shook his head up and down, " Oh." She leaned back against the chair, placing her elbows on the armrests with one hand against her cheek. " A woman who knows her worth is a very danger thing."

" Yes and I love dangerous things." Oswald said smiling wildly at her. She realized he was flirting but she found it repulsive.

" You see Viserya, I'm in need of wife. And i want to take over wessex but I need help with that. Us together we would be unstoppable. And plus, I'm in need of children."

Viserya laughed, " It's nice that you think in that way and nice to think you think that flattering will help you."

Oswald pointed his grease covered finger at her." You want to be a lady, a queen, I can make you those. You could be the lady of Coccham. I will give you all the riches in the land." He blurted out.

   Viserya scoffed, " Oh dear me, you think I would lower myself to your level, I am not a lady, I am a Queen." Finan and Uthred stopped eating, both now staring him down.

" I'm offering everything you want, isn't that what you want?" Viserya only sighed at his ignorance,
" Yes," Oswald was readying to reply when Finan interrupted.

  " You want to take over Wessex?" He asked whether nonchalantly. Oswald nodded his head, " But first I'll have to over throw Æthelwulf and his sons, Alfred and Æthelred." Viserya glanced up when he mentioned Alfred. Her memories of the kind brunette haired boy replayed in her mind.

Oswald caught notice of her behavior, " So you know the young prince Alfred, Viserya?" He acquired. The silence spread across the room like some kind of sickness waiting to strike. Viserya and Oswald were in a stare down. But Uthred's laugh broke the unwanted silence as he swirled around the ale in his cup.

   " If you think Viserya will be your queen, you're wrong." Uthred simply states but Oswald wasn't laughing as he glanced from Uthred to Viserya.

" No but I'm sure she'd like to be the queen or princess of Wessex, by Alfred's side, judging by the way she acts when someone mentions his name." Oswald glared at her, his brown eyes digging into her like knives. Finan and Uthred froze, both staring at the lord quite confused. Then he slowly stood up, his face starting to turn red.

   " I think it's time you leave Viserya and take your company with you." His voice went from having a polite sound to start rude. She stood up and walked over to him.

    " You call yourself a lord, yet your people are starving and dying. I thought lords were supposed to take care of their people?" She said glaring at him almost like she was trying to read his mind. As soon as she challenged him, he dropped the rudeness and he nervously laughed.

  " It's has been rough here," he stuttered over his words. Uthred and Finan raised an eyebrow at each other, questioning the authenticity of the answer. Viserya narrowed her eyes at him, " I see but it seems like it hasn't been hard for you judging by the belly you have, someone could mistake you for a pregnant woman." She said placing her arm on the hilt of her sword. Uthred silently laughed as Oswald placed his hands on his rather large stomach and nervously laughed.

" Hmm it seems that you've been eating well, judging by the pig you have served us but I can't help but notice that your people aren't, why is that?" Sweat was starting to drip from the man's forehead.

  " I was .. uhh. You know". Viserya looked at him in disgust. " And you treat these girls like they are your slaves, they are not slaves. They are human beings just like us."

" They belong to me." He said, his tone slightly shifting. " Enough with the silly accuses, I know why, you're a fat lump of a man who thinks he's a king and is entitled to everything."

He stepped forward right as Uthred stepped forward making Oswald stop in his tracks. " You are no queen!" He shouted. Finan walked up, taking the hilt of his sword and hitting the back of Oswald's knees causing him to fall down. Viserya walked over and grabbed his ear making him walk out of the building. He cried out as she started dragging him outside to the people.

He fell onto his knees again once he reached outside. Viserya walked into front of him as he looked up to her and started reaching for his sword. Viserya drew her Valyrian steel sword out first and held it arms length away to his throat. The sharp tip inches from cutting into his flesh.

   " Tell me Lord Oswald, have you ever seen what a dragon can do to a man?" He swallows with the sharp cold tip of sword feeling as if it going to break through his skin.

" You treat these people like they are your slaves. They are Not your slaves, they are your people. You are supposed to treat them with respect."
" Please I'm sorry Viserya!" He begged loudly.

Viserya looked up to the sky then back as an ear-splitting screech crackled across the town. Everyone looked to the sky immediately, worry and fear across their faces.

Thats when Ragno flew over. Everyone tucked down as the young dragon circled above the castle. The black mass landed on top of the building, his large wings spreading out over the courtyard, casting a shadow on those down below. He let out another screech that bellowed throughout the city. Women screamed and held their children close as soldiers held their swords out. His siblings followed in behind him, each one finding a place to settle before letting out a deafening screech as well.

Oswald let out a cry as Viserya hovered over him with her sword still drawn to his neck. Ragno moved over ever so slightly with his body facing the crowd. By this time more townspeople started to gather from their homes, while the soldiers inched closer with their swords drawn. Sudden gasps of fear dispersed among the crowd as they looked up at Ragno. The nun and the young girl came out as well, both covering their mouths when they saw the dragon on top of the building.

Still on his knees, Oswald began begging Viserya for his life once more. " Please Viserya, Spare me! For the lords mercy! I beg of you!" He held his hands together over his head as he started crying. Viserya pointed the sword under his chin, lifting it up so his eyes would meet hers.

" A man who begs for his life is no true man,
I will show no mercy to you for what you did to these people. You are not worthy of ruling but I am. There will be no more fights, starvation, rape or anything that ends now for I AM the new ruler of this town, the rightful queen."

Viserya places her sword back in its cover as she steps back. " I thank you Lord for teaching me this valuable lesson, that not everyone is what they seem." She paused before looking up to Ragno.

Dracarys

   Without hesitation, Ragno stood up arching his neck back before coming down with a blast of fire. The people jumped as the orange black flames consumed Oswald. His screams filled the town while Viserya stood there with satisfaction on her face as the once-human-form became nothing but ashes. Viserya slightly smiled in pride as she watched the ashes flow along with the wind.

   It wasn't long before a priest came running out, how he managed to mess it all nobody would ever know. He shouted her name as he curiously walked towards the silver haired queen, " Viserya?" She turned towards the familiar voice, "Father beocca?"

" Oh what a joy it is to see you Viserya!" Beocca ran over and hugged her tightly. " Ah and for me to see your hairless head!" She laughs. " I know you'd come, I had been praying for a savior and that our paths would cross and here you are. This is a sign, It's God's will." Beocca spoke before looking up only to be greeted with Ragno watching his every move.

" Oh by God, what have you done?" Beocca worriedly says as he looks at the pile of burning ashes and then to the crowd of people. " Alright, this is the only time I approve of you burning people alive, he deserved it." He pointed at her and Viserya smirked.

She glanced up and looked around at the crowd, men and women stared back at her, some with fear in their eyes while others with hatred. Children stared at her with innocent eyes. It wouldn't be the first time she had seen people put distrust in her immediately. All her life she had been an outcast, even with the famous Ragnar as her caregiver.

   Many would see her silver hair and shun her. They knew she wasn't from here, they knew she was different. Some would turn their eyes away from her when she would walk the streets with Sigurd. Some never daring to look her in the eyes.
Others said she was just as wild as her beasts were.

Viserya took a step forward, " People of Coccham! I know what you all have been through and I am truly sorry. I see the faces of slaves and i free you! Do want you need, no one is going to stop you. I know many may not know who i am but I am the dragon's daughter and I swear to you all that those who would harm you will die screaming." She firmly said as her amber eyes looked to what person.

  The people exchanged looks at one another. Mothers cradled their children while the soldiers still stood with their swords now slightly drawn and lowered. Uthred stood beside Viserya, giving side glances to Finan. Both there making sure no one would take a swing at her.

" I am not your enemy. Your enemy is beside you, your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands. Your enemy is out there waiting to strike."

The people continue to stare at her with worried expressions, some even lost in utter thought. " I am Viserya Targaryen, blood of the dragon. Daughter of Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow. Rightful heir to Winterfell and Dragonstone. Princess of Kattegat and the Mother Of Dragons. I hold my word to all of you, I will never abandon you and I will protect you all till my last breath. That is my promise. That your children will never be ripped away from your arms." Viserya stood up tall as she looked among the crowd.

" So I'm asking you as free men and women, I give you a choice. Join me and I will bring our enemies what they deserve."

There was uneasy silence as everyone talked among themselves. An older men raised his hand in the air and shouted, " Dragon Queen!" Others looked at him before they started doing the same. The crowd started throwing their arms up in the air, chanting the same over and over. Some even came closer and started reaching their hands out to touch her. The woman who saved them from a Lord too involved with himself to care for others. Mothers raised their babies in the air as they called out to her.

It wasn't long before the soldiers joined in as well. They waved their swords around in the air proudly and praised her name proudly. Some banged their swords against the wagons and walls to make the notion known throughout the town. Viserya stood there with pride running through her body, eagerness that she had finally done something worth much more than gold could ever be. The love of the people is what keeps a King or Queen strong.

Beocca stood to the side of her, a smile creeping across his wrinkled lips. Never had he felt such pride in his life, Daenerys would proud of her daughter. He was sure of it, Viserya was going to continue what her mother had started.

Ragno stood up with all his weight pinned against his hind legs while Daenerys and Aegon did the same on either side of square. As if on command, he outstretched his wings and let out a bellowing screech that spread across the town. His large teeth showing to all those below and his wings engrossing part of the square in a dark over cast.

For the first time in ever, the people of Coccham and England heard the sounds of dragon cries. A sound not many have had the pleasure of hearing.
And for the first time, with his screech and that of the screeches from his siblings, it claimed the town of Coccham to be under the command and control of Viserya Targaryen... The first Targaryen to ever step foot on England...

Only when all of the people had fed and clothed properly, Viserya finally made her way back inside where her men awaited for her. She was beyond exhausted and thirsty, after hours of seeing to it that everyone got equal amounts of food and that the children were happy, she was ready to slack off. Many of the Danes that accompanied her walked around greeting the people with laughs and smiles, very unlike them but with a new leader, they had changed. All wanting a different life to settle down in.

She had ordered the others to clean the castle and rid it of any thing that was of Lord Oswald, the place needed to be rid of his filth. This meant tearing down his flags and his decor. Anything that was in direct relation to him was thrown away. This stuff would be replaced with dragons and wolves, the symbols of her family. She even freed the two slaves that had always been by his side.

Viserya walked up to the large chair that accompanied in the rather large hall. She looked at the horse heads and grimaced, that just wasn't her. So she ordered two of the soldiers to saw them off and to burn the Oswald's flag as it were an eye sore for her to look at. The dragon heads were to placed where the horses once were.

Finan and Uthred found themselves relaxing at the table below. Both with their feet kicked up and heads back. They had both drank their full in ale. After the ride there and standing and walking around, it was time to be lazy.

The nun sat to the other side facing the both of them with her hair still in a mess and wearing the same ragged clothes. Viserya took note of her, wondering if the older woman had anything to her name besides the cross. She could hear her silently praying before calmly walking over to her. " You are free now, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to." Her voice was sympathetic but her eyes filled with worried.

The lady looked up to her, " I would have took that offer long ago when he was still in charge but now you're here. You've been sent by god, thus i can not leave you. You saved me and I owe my life to you." Viserya stood there staring at the woman bewildered. Never had she thought someone would say that to her.

The woman cleared her throat, " I feel safe you as does everyone else that lives here. None of us wish to leave." She said before taking Viserya's hand into hers, giving a gentle squeeze, " You are the queen that was promised, a light in the darkness." Viserya smiled at the woman, feeling she had finally done something right for once and the journey to clearing her families name was beginning. The peace of the evening however was disrupted when someone came running in.

    " My lor....." The messenger shuttered as viserya glanced up to him. " You aren't Lord Oswald where is he? I have a message for him from King Æthelwulf." He was kept taken back to see the silver haired beauty right before his eyes.

" Lord Oswald is no longer lord here, for I am the Lady of Coccham now." His eyes went rather large when he heard those very words escape her mouth. His body froze in fear.

   " Um, you said you had news, from King Æthelwulf, Did you not?" The messenger looked around, wearily. Viserya Of course, couldn't blame the young lad.

" Ivar has taken over York, he's been there for some time now and Æthelwulf feels he going to lose against him again." He shuttered out. Viserya placed one hand on her hip and the other to her head. " He's really testing my patience."

  " Æthelwulf and his army are already there. Along with his sons and wife. They've... um... already lost a battle to Ivar." The young man offered out to which Viserya rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.

" We will go to York and see what my brother has unleashed." Finan perked up at this statement, " And what about Alfred, Viserya? Will you go to their camp?" Finan fiddled with the knife in his hand. " I mean Æthelwulf did try to kill you." He was making a good argument but Viserya cleared her throat before looking to the messenger.

" You," she points at the young messenger, sweat started to slowly drip down his forehead, " I will send Father Beocca in my place to the Saxon camp while we go to Ivar. And remember, I'm not looking for war only peace amongst our great peoples." The messenger nodded his head before Beocca came nonchalantly walking in, unaware of what just happened. He only stopped halfway when he noticed everyone was staring at him and upon noticing the half-drenched-in-sweat boy in the center.

Uthred chugged the last of his drink before slamming it back down on the table, his emotions were obviously clear, he didn't want to do this.  Beocca jumped at Uhtred's little fit before sharing a look with Viserya.

  She meekly smiled," Father Beocca, i know we've just recouped but you will leave tonight, with this boy." She assured him as she pointed to the boy trembling in the center. At this, Beocca was questioning the young Targaryen, now what had she done to make the boy so fearful? Beocca pursed his lips, " And May i ask where I'll be going?" He asked a bit unamused with her.

Viserya chuckled, " To visit Æthelwulf and his little pathetic convoy of warriors. But you shalt't worry, we will leave soon after you all have left, all of us on horseback." Finan pouted, " Why are you leaving your dragons'? Wouldn't it be best to bring them with us when we are meeting a bloodthirsty killer?" He had a good point, it was almost foolish for Viserya to walk up into Ivar's lair and expect him to treat her kindly. But sometimes Viserya's kindhearted nature got the best of her just like Daenerys.

Viserya toyed with the hilt of her sword, tracing her index finger of the head of the white direwolf.

" I don't need my dragons' to make me feel empowered... Targaryens had ruled for over a hundred years without them and they were still loved and worshiped... and then Targaryens went on a further 100 years more with dragons' that weren't no bigger than a cat per say... If I need my dragons' to make me feel powerful and to use for fear, what kind of Queen would I be then? A foolish and weak one, one that hides behind others instead of facing her demons head on..." Viserya sent a look of disdain at her second-in-command, but he does not look back at her for the knowing that perhaps he had overstepped his bounds.

" That is not the queen I want to be.." She assured him, " I want to be a queen who does not hide behind others and one who doesn't need a crown for I'm just as equal as the lot of you, I'm in no need of a some puny piece of metal to distinguish me from the rest..."

Everyone was quiet, none having the will to say anything. Finan swirled his finger around the rim of his cup, this wasn't the first time Viserya had ripped him a new one. But no matter how much Viserya didn't want her dragons' to accompany her everywhere she went, Finan had a valid point. The Danes were scared more of her dragons' than they were of the sword.

She let the silence take hold of the hall for moment, the crickets chirped happily outside mixed along with the cooling wind that danced along the castle. Viserya lightly tapped her finger on the hardened oak surface of the table, " Perhaps, you are right Finan, I will make sure that Ragno keeps a reasonable distance from us and if danger comes, he'll be there." It almost hurt her to physically say those very words, for yet again she was finding herself using the possible aid of Ragno.

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REVISED & ADDED SEPTEMBER 22nd 2019