Uncle's Gift

Castle Black, 291 AC, Alisa Mormont POV.

"Why give the Longclaw to me? Why not use it to rule the Bear Island?" Jeor is heartbroken. When the news of Jorah's crimes reached him, he cried the night on his office, worried and frustrated about his son... and his home's situation. Thankfully, he had Alisa to take care of his home, very eased about Mormont legacy.

"I know the Longclaw is our House's Ancestral Sword, but for now, I want it to stay to you. Just give it back when you no longer know how to wield it." Jeor laughed, saying 'cheeky girl'. Alisa continued, very slowly, "And... to ask you to give the Gift to House Mormont's land."

Jeor stopped, slowly taking the words, before saying, "The Gift is from the Night's Watch, it has been for a long time, longer than you or me." But he asked, "Why would you want the Gift?"

"Because it will benefit Bear Island, Uncle." Alisa sighed, "The Gift was supposed to provide for the Watch, and the Watch will guard them. For a long time, the Gift's fertile land remain unused, because of the constant Wilding invasions or the Mountain Clans' attack, and the Watch can't very much protect its worst situation. Give me the Gift, and I'll use it to its full benefit. It will not be mine's benefit, but also the Watch and the North."

"I... I cannot, Alisa." Jeor was crestfallen, shaking his head, "I can't give you the Gift. And, I can't sully my honor, to break the oaths, precious oaths."

"I know, and you need a good reason... no, a reasonable reason to yield the Gift." Alisa puts her hand on her uncle's shoulder, "You might be honorable, but you're also a good man. You will do anything for the good of the Watch."

Jeor is confused, what is Alisa getting at, "What will you do?"

Alisa smiled, "Nothing wrong, just giving my uncle a sleepless night.''

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Alisa left his uncle's solar, hearing a loud grunt by the door. She stood at a platform, watching how Big Harry lecture the fresh batch of prisoners. Big Harry smiled from beating the worst bunch of humans, "You won't die from any heroic acts, you'll die from freezing your cock in the snow, because you like burying your cock in it."

The boy stood up, angrily swinging his blunted sword aggressively. The blond-pepper hair man on the side, shook his head, "Bunch of useless fools."

"Oh, give the fools a chance, Thorne. That's what King Robert gave you, didn't he?'' Small Harry have a glinted smile, very mischievous.

Ser Alliser Thorne gnashed his teeth, "Get away from me, Usurper dog!"

"Heh, the Beggar King is on the other side of the sea, Thorne. You're in the wrong place." Small Harry laughed, walking away from the red-faced Alliser Thorne.

Alisa raised her eyebrow, walking to Small Harry, "Who's he?"

Small Harry perked up, answering, "Some Targeryan Loyalist, my Lady." He laughed and continued, "But when the Stag won the throne and Thorne was awaiting punishment, he chose the Black."

Alisa nodded, hummed from his answer. "Prepare the King's Tower, we'll camp there. And, prepare to leave at first light." Then, she walked off.

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"You swear to uphold your promise?" Jeor reluctantly gave her a scroll, with the Night's Watch symbol.

"No need to swear on a promise, uncle." Alisa smirked. Word plays is one of the key of battle words, though she's doing it for fun. "And you'll find out when the first harvest come. Now, go and tell your Black brothers of the changes."

"Aye, thank you, Alisa... and for the men as well, I've enough cravens here. It's good that pride of Mormonts compelled them to join." Jeor said. Sighing, he continued, "And take care of little Lyanna, teach her the meaning of our House's words."

"Oh, she will. And she'll pray that she remain a child when the time comes. I'm very strict, you know." Alisa laughed, proud of herself.

Jeor chuckled shaking his head, "Aye, you'll be great sister. Now go, and don't waste my sacrifice."

"You'll know it'll be worth it."

Alisa swung herself to her destrier, mounting the horse, "Now, let's go home."

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Queenscrown, 291 AC, Alisa Mormont POV.

"Magnar, keep up. You're dwindle on the back of your horse." Small Harry laughed, spilling ale from his wineskin. "Dothraki's will run you down if you fall of your horse."

"Shut up, Small c*ck... or it's Small Harry. Bet that's what your whore tells you, 'Tis small Harry'." Magnar is wheezing from laughter, but felt the jolt of muscle aches on tilling the farm grounds daily.

Small Harry gave a small chuckle, "You have no idea what Sweet Sarah tells me, Magnar." He smirked on Senna's way, who then rolls her eyes.

"You disgrace yourself, whores pretends to love it even if your 'Small Harry' go limping. Now, shut up before our Lady hears your filth." Senna scoffed.

Small Harry laughed loudly, "You will not be like our Lady, Senna, if you continue to spew filth." Before chuckling mischievously, he continued, "Though if you want to be proven wrong, how about a taste of 'Small Harry'? And none for you Magnar, woman is really my thing."

Senna bared her teeth, unsheathing her dagger, "Come and let my blade taste your cock."

"Hey, enough. Lady Alisa will be coming out of her tent any second now. Keep your 'Small Harry' to yourselves." Big Harry came out of the tent, and continued, "Magnar, send this scroll to Bear Island. After we return on the Bear Harbor, we'll be going to Old Town with Lady Alisa."

As if on cue, Alisa came out of the tent, frustrated, "Prepare to battle. Looks like we've been spotted by Mountain people."

Senna became serious, Small Harry chuckle and readied his arrows, Big Harry took off to get his great sword, and Magnar brandished his double axes. Senna said, "How many time do we got, m Lady?"

"I do not know. Get your things ready, I will not help you. Consider this as training for our green men." Alisa said.