It was a cool crisp morning in Winterfell. Zygon, King in the North, stood on the battlements, looking out across his lands as the sun rose over the hills. His breath clouded the air, but his mind was as clear as it had ever been. A new era was dawning on his House. He remained on the wall for a few more minutes, soaking in the sun and the beauty of the North before heading down to the courtyard, mounting his horse, and leading his court and bannermen out of the castle to the Godswood.
The procession was quiet, save for the whispers amongst the Northerners wondering what the purpose of their journey was. Upon reaching the Godswood, they dismounted and ventured into the wood. Despite the cold, and snow that spotted the ground the interior of the wood was warm, with the smell of magic in the air. There was no snow, there was no cold, there was only peace and calm.
Eventually, the great, ancient, Weirwood came into view. It’s face and eyes forever ominously watching. The Northerners and Court gathered around the tree while Zygon walked up to the tree, placed his hand upon it for a moment in silent prayer and then turned around.
“My Lords, and loyal bannermen of our great Kingdom, I know many of you are wondering why we have come to our sacred wood today. Besides it being good for body and soul, I have an announcement I wish to share with you that should be done in the sight of our Gods. The past five years have left me scarred and deformed and I find myself dreaming and longing for a more simple life than what I currently have. A life of video games and grammar education. To further that dream, I have made the decision to step down as your King.”
A wave of gasps and mutterings flowed across the crowd.
“Now I know that this may come as a surprise to you. After all, I have led our glorious House for over five years. From the foundation of our kingdom, through fire and blood, through dark times, you have allowed me to rule and bring our House to greatness. However, there is only so much that one man can do, and I believe I have brought us as far as I can. It is only right that I step aside and allow someone else the opportunity to bring us to new peaks.”
“My king, who here is worthy enough to take your place?” A voice called from the crowd.
“My Lord,” Zygon replied, “There is but one man I would trust to rule our House and to carry our Kingdom to new heights. You all know him. He has fought alongside you, saved some of your lives, bled for his King, and been a faithful servant throughout my reign and is as a brother to me. That man is none other than Lord Ataxia. Please, my friend, come forward.” Ataxia exited the crowd and walked up to Zygon next to the tree. Zygon turned toward him, and said “Kneel, Lord Ataxia.”
Ataxia knelt down with his head bowed and Zygon turned toward the crowd,
“Does any man here have a better claim to the throne than Lord Ataxia, or can prove he is somehow unfit to reign as King in the North?” All was silent save for the spring bubbling next to the great Weirwood tree. Zygon unsheathed Ice, House Stark’s Valyrian steel sword and placed it into the ground with his hands resting upon the pommel.
“Lord Ataxia, no man here can prove that they are better suited for the throne than yourself. Do you swear to act honorably in all that you do? To better your House and Kingdom? To carry out your duties as King in the North, no matter what is required or when it is required of you?”
“I so swear, in front of the Lords and Bannermen of House Stark, and in full view of the Gods, old and new.” Ataxia replied. Zygon commanded oil to be brought and poured it over Ataxia’s head, solemnly removed the spiked bronze and iron crown from his head, then placed it upon Ataxia.
“I, Zygon of House Stark, First of His Name, King in the North, Protector of the Realm, Misspeller of Werdz, Slayer of Dragons, and Harbinger of Justice, hereby relinquish my title and authority and pass it on to you, Ataxia of House Stark, First of his Name, Protector of the Realm, Friend of $nek, Gator Whisperer, Lord of Direwolves, and the KING IN THE NORTH!” Zygon stepped back and knelt as Ataxia grasped Ice’s pommel and standing, turned to face the gathered Northerners.
For a moment all was silent, but then the quiet was broken by the rasping of swords leaving their sheaths, being thrust into the air and the Northerners together taking up the call of “King in the North! King in the North! King in the North!”
TLDR: Zygon, King in the North for five years enters a well deserved retirement and is succeeded by Ataxia.