The Frozen Throne
"Far to the north of Essos and East of Westeros, lay a large snowy continent call Northrend, An island so cold that you need the warmth of dragon blood to travel too. The very island is a frozen wasteland that cools even the very sea." A woman voice stated soothingly to her son.
"Is that why they call it the shivering sea?" The young man asks his mother as the ship rocks back in forth, the sailors scrambled on the deck trying to hold on through the storm. The woman had a baby in her hand and she held the young baby against her breast feeding her.
"Yes my son our predecessor Aegon the Conqueror travel to the land called Northrend and founded at the very top of the tallest mountain sat a chair frozen solid as hard as Valyrian steel and incased of the frozen pillar sat a chair. The man wore runic steel plate over the top of a chainmail, thick pauldrons have the sigil of skull covered his shoulders and his gauntlets had several sharp protrusions emerging from it and the man sword, it was like no other it had Frost cover runes the hilt were adorned with a skull image of a dragon, The man greaves were that of dark skulls and his hair were a snowy white like our very own."
"Mother may I see it again?" The boy asks his mother who handed him the baby. She went into a chest and pull a item that was covered in a dark purple wool cloth that covered it entirety of it contents.
The boy returns the baby to her and flips the cloth over and lays in sight the very blade she were discussing "This sword is called frostmourne "it's said whomever takes up this blade shall wield power eternal, just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit, only the greatest of the Targaryens wielded it without being corrupting by the power that lays within,"
The woman frowns before covering the blade again with the cloth "Your father wielded and it drove him mad, the only one who could wield it was Aegon and it help him take Westeros along with his dragons."
"How did Aegon acquired it mother? Wasn't it stuck frozen to the throne as well?" Rhaella Targaryen smiles at her son, the boy was smart and he loved hearing the story of the frozen throne.
Aegon was a intelligent but very prideful man, he realize that he couldn't always depend on his dragons or his enemies with enough time will find ways to counteract them so he did something no one expect, He knelt to the being on the frozen throne and prayed for help. He promises the figure on the frozen throne a life and that one day he will free him for his help, after his conquest of Westeros he held up his bargain and sacrificed prisoners of war and it been like that for every Targaryen King but before that Aegon went to return the blade and the figure finally spoke and told him to only return it when he no longer have any choice for the blade will awaken him from his slumber." She stops and took a sip of water.
"Aegon kept the blade and past it down to each member of his family who were to become king after teaching them to resist the dark influence of course. Jaehaerys II were eventually entrusted the sword and he never wielded it but he still secretly sacrifice prisoners from the black cells of Kings landing after shipping them to Northrend to freeze to death by his Kingsguard, the sacrifices didn't stop until your father took the mantle of the sword and not being trained to resist the influence of the sword by his father eventually it had consumed him driving him mad causing the north to rebel."
"Now when you are ready I will one day bestow this sword upon you and you will return it to its rightful place." She reaches over and ran her hand down the boy hair "
"Viserys don't let the darkness consume you. Don't let the hate control you." She pecks him on the head and smiles as Viserys wipe his forehead."
"Don't Worry Mother I won't let the darkness take control of me, I Promise to you Mother"
His Mother Told him I hope So my Son.