Maester Aemon's request was the reason why Viserys was slightly upset.
Although Uncle Zeng did not state in his letter how much turmoil this resurgence of the White Walkers would cause, whether it would break through the Great Wall.
Because Aemon Targaryen is just a wise old man. Although he is well-informed, he is not a prophet.
Ordinary people cannot predict things that have not happened. They just think of the worst possibility in advance.
If all this really happens and humanity is completely defeated, I hope Viserys can temporarily put aside his family's hatred and save the fate of the entire human race.
This is why Aegon wrote this letter to Viserys.
Viserys sat with a headache, thinking about what kind of reply he should write to this ancestor who had become a living fossil.
In fact, it was not that he had forgotten Maester Aemon before, but he was afraid that contacting Aemon Targaryen would bring trouble to him.
After all, even though many people have forgotten the old man's true identity as a Targaryen, there are still some people who have not forgotten it.
However, since Aemon had already put on black clothes and was already very old, he didn't have a few years to live, so he simply let him go without liquidating the old maester.
And if Viserys, the exiled king who had fled to the other side of the Narrow Sea, contacted Aemon at this time, he would probably be killed.
Viserys was thinking about replying to the letter. He actually wanted to see Baratheon, Stark and the White Walkers fighting each other and losing both sides.
He also looked forward to what the fight between the Seven Kingdoms and the Night King's legion would be like when the division was not in its heyday.
Will the Great Wall collapse again? Can Robert lead the Seven Kingdoms to resist the attack of the Army of the Dead?
If the human army is really completely defeated...
Viserys fell into deep thought.
The two girls were still thinking hard about who the great-uncle he mentioned was, counting on their fingers the descendants from their grandfather Jaehaerys II.
"Bring me a pen and paper."
Then Viserys thought for a moment, finally came to his senses, raised his head and spoke.
The servant hurriedly brought a pen and paper and handed it into Viserys's hands. However, Viserys only wrote a few words before putting down the pen again.
"never mind."
"Let's write it later."
Then the young king with long silver-gold hair shook his head slightly, then raised his head, and glanced at Rhaenys and then Daenerys with his bright eyes.
"Next, I will set off back to Pentos."
Seeing Rhaenys about to say something, Viserys slightly raised a finger to indicate to her to wait for him to finish.
Then he continued to explain.
"I still have a lot of important things to do in Pantos, so I can't come back yet."
"But maybe I will pick you up after a while."
Viserys said, and then he stood up, and the girl with long brown hair and Daenerys also stood up.
Viserys hugged Rhaenys, then bent down and rubbed Daenerys' hair.
And at this time.
The servants' exclamations came from outside the restaurant, and a huge shadow shrouded the sky above the castle, followed by Balerion's low roar.
Balerion, who had received Viserys's call and rested for the night, arrived as promised early in the morning, and his disobedient little brother was also punished by Balerion.
"Rego should at least be obedient for a while."
"Then Andalus will be left to you, Rhaenys."
Viserys urged again.
"If you don't understand anything, you can ask Lord Jeffrey or Prince Oberyn for advice."
"good."
Rhaenys tightened her skirt slightly and nodded.
Viserys then took Maester Aemon's letter into his arms and strode away from the castle, while Balerion had already landed on the school grounds and was waiting.
Snapped
Viserys grabbed hold of the gap in the scales and climbed aboard the dragon again.
Balerion let out a low roar, his strong hind legs suddenly exerted force, and his huge wings spread out.
Phew~
The smoke and dust on the school grounds spread in all directions, and the servants, guards and two girls on the ground were all blown away.
Then the giant dragon rose into the sky and flew into the distance under the scorching sun above its head.
distance.
A baby's cry echoed throughout Winterfell.
The old nurse's hands were stained with blood and she was holding a newly born baby. A woman with red hair and a pale face was lying on the hospital bed, her chest heaving and breathing heavily, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead.
"Congratulations, sir, it's a boy."
Then the old nanny wiped the blood from her hands, opened the door and told the people waiting outside.
Standing outside the door was a man who looked to be about thirty years old, with long dark brown hair, a pair of gray eyes, and a serious expression on his face.
If you don't know the other person well, it may be misunderstood as disdain and indifference towards other people.
When he heard the old nanny's words, his expression suddenly relaxed.
"Very good!"
There were two boys and a girl accompanying the man outside the door, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
One of the auburn-haired boys pumped his fist heavily in the air, looking very excited, and then raised his head and looked at his father.
"Looks like I'm going to have a younger brother."
"Father, I just said that mother will be fine."
Another boy with dark hair and slightly curly hair looked slightly sad when he heard his words.
But the boy's personality was relatively introverted, so he just pursed his lips and didn't say much.
"Um."
Ed Stark nodded slightly, but he noticed the expression on his 'younger son''s face.
Then he raised his hand and rubbed Jon Snow's hair.
Although his character is delicate, he is also not good at words and can only express himself through body language.
"Continue to stay here and protect your mother."
The smile on the man's face just flashed away and then faded away again, and he warned the three children in a low voice.
Now that he knew the good news that his wife was safe and sound, he was not ready to waste time here anymore.
Then Eddard Stark left his wife's delivery room and walked not far away.
It was snowing heavily outside, and there was a guard holding a horse waiting for their lord, with a thin layer of snow already accumulated on his head.
"Lord Ed."
The guard held the reins of the war horse, and Ed Stark didn't say anything more, just nodded in response.
"Um."
Then he took the guard's reins and mounted his horse.
He raised his head and took another look at the direction of the delivery room, then clamped his legs on the horse's belly and urged the horse to leave.
On the castle.
The three children watched their father leave, and the only girl among them pursed her lips slightly and said dissatisfiedly.
"Humph, mother just gave birth to Brandon."
"Father should accompany mother at this time!"
"Could it be that he has it again?"
The girl's tone was somewhat dissatisfied, and as she spoke, she glanced at her 'brother' who had a special status.
The boy who spoke first glanced at his sister, then shook his head and said seriously.
"Sansa, don't talk nonsense."
"Don't you remember what your father always said? Now that winter is coming, this is the biggest test for our Stark family."
"And I overheard Maester Luwin say"
The boy named Robb took a look inside the house.
There was only one man in the delivery room and that was Maester Luwin, who delivered every child of the Stark family.
"Father wrote a letter to King's Landing. King Robert's army is now on its way."