Lady Warrior

Bear Island, 285 AC, Alisa Mormont POV.

Alisa Mormont, donned into brown-leather tunic, bear-skin cloak, warrior leather-skirt, black trousers and boots. On her waist, a small but pointy blade, like a big needle. A gift from her Lord cousin.

Today, this five name days young Lady, was strolling to the small town of Bear Island, along with Tatsumi, a cub, now almost an adult bear. This particular bear reminded her of the warm and cheerful Tatsumi of her previous world. This bear have the knack to be there at her side always, seeking her attention in exchange, he would give her warm with his wild fur. And those round eyes, oh that eyes, especially, have made Alisa fall in love again and again.

In another few years, Alisa can ride Tatsumi, either into battle or daily strolling. (Some may think the wrong kind of 'ride'. If you did not get it, stay innocent).

The people around the time had a long time to get use to their Lady's companion, but they finally accepted the gentle bears. They even wanted to pet or feed fish on these bears.

Two years had past since Alisa fought Erik the first time, her victory have spread throughout the Bear Island, along with her intelligence and beauty. Not just on Bear Island, the North have known the little girl, Maege was so proud, she could not help but boast with pride, talking with other Lord and Ladies of the North.

Lord Eddard "Ned" Stark gave a small congratulations, as a curtesy and respect. The North was sadden when their former Liege Lord, Rickard Stark died, with his heir Brandon Stark at King's Landing, but they were relieved when Eddard Stark took the position, and so far, the honorable Lord was being loved by his vassals, always maintaining communication for concerns or news, he would travel to Keeps and Castle should there be a problem or another Wildings raid, he has the people's welfare in his mind all the time. Now that Winter has ended, five long years of summer granted boons and boons or harvest for the North.

Even if Jorah is the Lord of Bear Island, Maege Mormont is the one handling the management and delegations, in place of Jorah. And Alisa is always there's when a raven scroll or small mistake from the paper works.

Alisa have a grand plan of prospering the wealth and military might of Bear Island. First, should be the food production rate can be increase by new farming method, famous from the surrounding cities of the Empire. A sustainable agriculture techniques and tools. Three things: Crop rotation, Animal Livestock and Manure, Water regulator. Second, would be recruiting Naval experts and Shipwrights for Naval military, recruiting War veterans and generals for Standing army, and recruiting green people to join the Naval military or the Standing army. Third, would be start of trade, proper environment for the people of Bear Island, and beginning of various trade (jobs) for people.

Many plans but Alisa doesn't have the authority or the gold to start. They could take a loan from Lord Stark, but Mormonts are too proud to do that. So much wasted resource in Bear Island, Including the three big mountains of the Island. Surely, a mineral deposit sits at the mountain. But, at the back of these three mountain, sits the biggest one. Alisa was dreaming a big castle built on the top on the mountain, preferably, made from her ice... dark ice. Unable to melt, because once placed, the absence of heat shall forever be absent, but they won't release their cold. Unbreakable too. (Like Elsa, but bigger than Highgarden's Three ringed castle, imagine that.)

Alisa's walked came to stopped in front of a shop, the blacksmith. "Harold, are you here?"

"At the back, Lady Alisa." An White-haired old man came out, "Are you here to take the little bear's measurement?"

"Aye, although, he is no very little now." Alisa said with a slight smile. "I hope to leave him here, while I buy a fish for him. Don't worry he'll behave."

Harold nodded, patting the little cushion rags for the bear to sit, Alisa said, "Go on, and behave, alright? I'll be back with your fish, Tatsumi."

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Alisa was about to go back, when a dangerous alarm came suddenly to her senses. Her senses were never wrong. She look at the peaceful town, before a wild and cold wind passed, she shouted, "We're under attack!"

That had many alerted, hasting their young ones to safety, while all the grown adults, they may be man or woman, took a weapon. They looked ready to battle, their chest burning with battle excitement.

"To the coast!"

Alisa, along with her army of townspeople, ran fervently to the coast, expecting the constant raids of Ironborn. She mentally summoned all the bears she tamed these last two years, ranging to 30 adults, 24 young adults, and 45 bear cubs. She had called for the adults and young adults, to battle.

This will be the first time she's going to battle, a five name days old child going to battle. Alisa couldn't help but feel her blood boil.

The weasel faces of Ironborn is disgusting, but it will be fun to kill one. She spotted their enemies crossing the coast, the water slowly resisting their movements. Mormont archers shot the frontlines, while those Ironborn who crossed the coast, have their Mormont infantry as their opponent, along with the brave townspeople.

Alisa encountered her first Ironborn, the latter gazed disgustingly at Alisa, "A bear beauty! You'll be a great Saltwife." He then lunged at Alisa,

Alisa smirked, unsheathing her blade, and dodge the attack before responding with stab to the neck. Which was disappointing because her first kill was too easy, but then again, Ironborn are only known to be best at Naval strength, not fighting on single combat.

Alisa had no time to dawdle as another tried to capture her, she fought with extreme speed, very nimble at her age and stature. A slash and stab, her opponent was dead again. Very disappointing, really.

A load growl reverberated, an army of bears lunged at the Ironborn raiders, a bloody massacre happened in simple words. Alisa chuckled, at least, her bears are fierce warrior than Ironborn cowards.

Alisa ordered the archer and infantry, "Take their ships! The ships has no fault but those to ride it." She really wants to take advantage on those finest war galleys and long ships of Ironborn. The ships are great boons for her future plans.

Alisa and her people raided their ships, killing every weasel-faced Ironborn aboard and taking their treasures.