Game of Thrones: Alisa Mormont

My beloved, Tatsumi.

Oh, how I will miss you, badly.

How unfortunate, that in death, you are in my arms but you will not be by my side.

I should have accepted the new life you have offered. A new start with you by my side. But, I could not let down my subordinates or my thirst for blood. War and battle is my life, it was all I have known for.

Now in death, I would only hope to remember you, even if you love another.

Now, I will accept my death with open arms, for I have become weak by loving you.

Sigh, If it was a few months earlier, loath and disgust will my reactions to weak people, but now, I love how weak I am. Now I understand why you protect them, and how you are so warm and kind.

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[Westeros, 280 AC, Jeor Mormont POV]

"Push harder, She-bear!"

Scream* Scream* Scream*

"You can do 't, Maege!"

Scream* Scream* Scream*

"C'mon, get tha' child out! They 'a fighter, aint it?"

"Just be f**kin' quiet, Old bear! Ya aint helpin'!"

"Lord Commander, ya can't be in the room! Men can't be in the middle of delivery!"

"Bu-but, 'tis the child of my sister! I should be 'n here!"

"Yes, but 's I said, "Men cannot be in the room while deliverin' the babe!"

"Just get out, Jeor!"

"By the Old god, I pray for the safe coming of the babe!"

Jeor got out of the delivery room, complaining about Maege's Midwife. Even the Maester cannot be in the room! They are healers for the Old gods' sake! Being the prenant woman's brother can be kick in the room?

Anyway, I am the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont. My sister, Maege Mormont, was having her first child. Oh, I hope it's a girl! One capable of replacing the She-bear. Fierce woman warrior, my niece.

Sigh, seeing my son, Jorah, being worried for his cousin, brings warmth in my heart. I already given him Longclaw, Mormont's Valyrian steel sword. He has yet to have Heir. His wife from Glover descent, had her first miscarriage.

This had me worrying for Maege's firstborn child.

As a brother from the Night's Watch, I cannot father any more child, cannot have any more wife, I have no titles or lands in my name. Watching the Wall until the end of my time, that is all I can do. Except maybe freeze my balls and die.

A shout broke my thoughts.

"It's a girl!"

"By the gods, she's a beauty! Like a winter rose!"

I found my feet uncontrolled, as I rush into the room, alerting everyone. I came into Maege's side, in awe with the black hair and blue eyed miracle in my sister's arm. A moment after, Jorah rushed into the room.

"Send ravens to the House Stark, a healthy girl was born!" Jorah ordered.

The Maester hurriedly left the room.

"Shouldn't we let the Maester see Maege's condition?... And the baby?" Jeor gave Jorah a look.

When Jorah was about to call the Maester back, the annoying midwife interject. "The She-bear is strong! Tis is her child! Bears do not need the assistance of Grey Rats!"

"But they are Maester! They have studied being healers." Jeor said to the midwife.

"Aye, but woman knows best! Now get out! Maege will feed the babe!"

Bears do have their pride.

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[Westeros, Bear Island 283 AC, Alisa Mormont]

Looking at the distance, a massive bear was seeking shelter by the large tree. Under the bear was three cubs, seemingly well-protected by the mother bear. Esdeath, now Alisa, was born again in a world unknown from the previous one.

She remember bits and pieces of memory, a life different from this one. This result have given herself an advantage, where her muscle memory somewhat remembers her previous life's experience. Though, now she can't fully remember her sadistic and cruel nature, and that is a good thing.

She remember her tremendous strength, speed and agility in battle, but that's all. Her mind knows, but her body is not in condition to fully integrate her talents, except for her Teigu. Her hand made a round motion, it was followed by an ice sculpture of what is known in the North, a winter rose.

The Maester in of House taught Alisa the histories and basic knowledges of the Noble Houses of Westeros, mostly the North. Southern Houses have significant difference than that of the Northern Houses, especially, honor and hard winter.

Her name is Alisa Mormont, the first daughter of the the She-bear, Maege Mormont. Bears are fierce fighters and mostly, prideful one. They may be poor in wealth, no significant standing army or beautiful people, but they have what most House do not. They have prided their complete honor to their House and Liege Lord, the Starks. They have the fiercest warrior in the North combine, as their territory are in constant picking of raids and pillages, of both Ironborn and Wildlings. They may be a poor House, but they are a proud one.

In this world, it is always been frowned upon women, who pick up swords and fight battles, instead of being a demure Noble Lady with only use of being a trophy in a pedestal or a breeding mare to spit out heir, spares and daughters for alliances.

But for Alisa, her choice is her own way, and she chose to fight for her House, determined to don their family proud. No matter what the world bring, she will ice them up.

Alisa walked up to the bear, sensing their caution, but she smile nevertheless. She brought out her hand from the almost frozen lake, a splash of ice along with a dozen full-grown fishes. She took the fish and offer them to the mother bear.

The bear may be cautious but she is hungry.

From then on, their friendship form, along with bear pups.