The legend

The Starks were shocked. "Are you?" one of them stammered.

"Yes, I'm the same dude who was friends with the founder of your house, Brandon the Builder.

And yes, I'm the one who gave the lands you now rule upon the Stark kings of old."

And with that revelation, the Stark family's astonishment reached new heights.

As the Stark family's astonishment reached new heights, I couldn't help but chuckle at their incredulous expressions.

But there was no time to dwell on the past, as the urgent matter of Queen Alysanne's decision demanded our immediate attention.

"Alrighty then, let's get this show on the road," I declared, gesturing for young Rickard Stark to follow me.

"We've got a queen to talk to and a realm to shake up."

With that, we set off from Winterfell, the Stark trailing behind me like a bewildered geese.

The crisp Northern air filled our lungs as we rode, the sound of our horses' hooves echoing against the ancient stone walls of the castle.

Our first stop was House Mormont on Bear Island.

The journey to the island was long and arduous, but when we finally arrived, we were greeted by the sight of Lord Mormont, a fierce and formidable presence despite his old age.

"Ah, Lord Mormont, a pleasure,"

I greeted him with a respectful nod, trying to hide my amusement at his no-nonsense demeanor.

"Pleasantries , Lord Fenris,"

he retorted, his tone as sharp as Valyrian steel.

"It's not everyday a living legend comes to Bear Island, a chat with the Stark was most enlightening".

"Indeed so tell me what your opinion is on the most recent acts of the Targaryen's Queen?"

"Well, isn't that just peachy,"

he remarked dryly, his arms crossed over his chest.

"First, she flies up here on her fancy dragon, then she starts giving away our land like it's her personal brothel and the land just a bunch of whores.

I swear, these Targaryens get more reckless by the day."

I couldn't help but nod in agreement, impressed by Lord Becken's sharp wit and keen insight.

With his support firmly behind us, we continued on our journey, stopping at each noble house in the North to gather allies for our cause.

Next, we arrived at Last Hearth, the seat of House Umber.

The great hall was filled with the raucous laughter of its inhabitants as we made our entrance.

Lord Umber, a towering figure with a bushy beard and a booming voice, greeted us with open arms.

"Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a right proper mess," he bellowed, slapping me on the back with a hearty laugh.

"But fear not, Lord Fenris, the Umbers stand with you. Ain't no queen gonna take our land without a fight!"

Buoyed by the support of House Mormont and House Umber, we pressed on, our ragtag band of Northern misfits growing with each passing mile.

House Glover, House Karstark, House Manderly — all pledged their swords to our cause, united in their determination to defy Queen Alysanne's decree.

As we rode south towards King's Landing, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swelling within me.

The North may have been in uproar, but we were not without allies, and together, we would make our voices heard in the halls of power.

"Alright, boys and girls, saddle up!" I called out to my motley crew, a grin spreading across my face. "We've got a queen to convince and a realm to say fuck off too. Let's show them what the North is made of!"

And with that rallying cry, we thundered onwards, our destiny awaiting us in the heart of the Seven Kingdoms.

Queen Alysanne may have thought she could bend the North to her will, but she had no idea what she was up against. The North remembers, and by the old gods and the new, we would make sure the realm remembered too.