Capítulo 6: 'The North Remembers' - History Lesson
Author note: I wanted to upload the chapter Monday but I forgot to write so you have it today.
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As the day passed no news came from the messenger that was sent North, anxious, Akatosh sent a group of soldiers to The Neck, their mission was to find what happened to the missing messenger.
When the group of soldiers came back to Akatosh with a head and flayed skin Akatosh flew into an extreme rage! The Bolton intercepted the messenger and tortured him before killing him. This news quickly began widespread in Westeros, and quickly after an enormous army began to assemble itself preparing to march into the cold and barren north to punish them of their affront.
Revenge for Jacaerys Velaryon!
Along with the gathering of the army the resentment of the people keep increasing, after all the northern people for them are nothing but heretic worshiping false god and with the death of a peaceful diplomat the tension between both countries increased at a high level and with the faith putting wood into the fire that is the conflict...
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"This war was not declared because of revenge, well not entirely, but on numerous facts, first of all the relationship between the Imperial family and the Faith of the Seven was really frail since the begin of the conquest but with the refusal of a surrender of the North the High Septon saw a chance to mend the relation, and so by calling for a crusade and openly supporting the Targaryen they were able to accomplish one of their goals, the other one was to simply convert the First Men to the Seven."
-A Record from the Citadel.
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In a study room.
"The North at this time period was divided into numerous factions, the first one led by the Stark wanted to surrender, the second one wanted to fight to the death led by the Bolton they were they had the most influence, and the third one was neutral, when the messenger came at the Neck, the Stark never saw him, it was as if he was never there, so imagine their surprise when they heard that a 60 000 strong army was outside they gates two months later, after a short fight where all the Neck was burnt down and after a short retreat, Torrhen Stark quickly surrendered to me, he thought they would leave after his pledge, what a mistake..." Said an old man sighing gently to the two young boys who were sitting on his laps, both having Valyrian feature.
Despite being old this old man had an aura and temperament to him, his every breath and movement radiated might and power it was as if he was the only one in this world that was worthy.
One of the boys tugged at his shirt and began to beg with a childish voice and a pout. "What happened, next Grandfather?"
"Yeah yeah! What happened next?" Asked impatiently the other one.
"Patience little one!" Reprimanded the old man laughing heartily in the process. "So I gathered every Bolton and all the members of their faction in front of him and the army, and I executed them all, one by one, by my own hands, child, women, elderly, and soon I was in front of the current Lord Bolton, looking at him straight into his eyes I said with a cold and imperious voice:'Thou hast made me angry, thou shall pay for your affront mortal'..."
"Grandpa! The real story!"
"Ahahahah! Sorry I couldn't help myself young dragon. So I killed them all and before leaving I asked Torrhen Stark: 'I heard you have a phrase for this... I think it is: The North Remembers? Then you better remember this as this is the fate of those who do not obey the Targaryen's Dynasty.' Can any of you tell me what happened next?"
At his question both boys raised their hands smiling lightly, the old man looked at the one on his left and said.
"Yes, Zeus?"
"Then you and grandma Rhaenys went to conquer Dorne?" He asked innocently with his crystal pure purple eyes.
"No before that, do you have any idea, Odin?" He asked the other one a gentle smile.
"Grandfather reformed the nobility titles?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes, good answer young dragon." He praised with a twinkle in his eyes. "After having conquered all of Westeros, at the exception of Dorne, I choose to reform the nobility, from now on every territory in the Empire would be divided in different ranks of nobility: Count, Duke, and Lord Paramount. A count could inherit his lands without a problem, but for a Duke or a Lord Paramount to inherit he now have to? Does any of you know the answer to that?"
"They must come to the capital and bend the knees before the throne and pass the imperial examination, as only a learned scholar and martial artist can wield a post of such prestige." Answered a third voice, now standing in the room was two old woman, despite being old both of them had such a presence that it seems two dragons were in the room and not two women. "It is late, Zeus, Odin, go back to your room you can go back tomorrow, your grandfather is exhausted, and you two have a long day waiting for you, remember one of you will one day be the Emperor and you have to learn whatever you can before that."
"Yes, Grandma Visenya." / "Yes, Grandmother Rhaenys."
The two of them bowed their heads in respect showing the results of their lesson with the Maester before straightening a running back to their bedroom. Seeing this the Old Patriarch and his two Matriarch couldn't help but smile lovingly remembering how their sons always loved to do the same as them.
Suddenly the old man began to talk more to himself than to anyone else.
"I'm getting more towards that point where I'm ready to kind of pass the torch on and see the next generation succeed behind me."
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