Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 679: Tender Moments
In the north, there is the Great Wall.

The barbarian army entered the Great Wall and migrated in a mighty manner.

Black Castle.

In the spacious courtyard, the new night watchmen are stepping up their training.

"Hiss!"

A giant topaz-colored dragon was crawling outside the castle, shaking its head and roaring in protest.

"Be quiet, Syrax."

The dragon trainer is wrapped in thick clothes and holds a bamboo pole to call on the dragon.

Several goats burned to charcoal were lying in the snow, emitting burnt black smoke.

"Hiss!"

Syrax's pupils were raised in displeasure. He turned his dragon head like a little girl and curled up on the scorched earth burned by the dragon's flames.

It was November, and the weather in the north was becoming increasingly harsh.

The heavy snow fell day and night, almost submerging the courtyard walls.

The temperature is fine during the day, but the well water freezes at night and the bacon hanging from the beams cracks.

If anyone dared to pee outside the door, he would need a stick to break the popsicle.

"Eat, Syrax."

The dragon tamer had a solemn look on his face and kept calling out to the dragon which received no response.

No matter what I said, there was no reaction at all.

Syrax covered its dragon head with its wings, and its broad fleshy wings wrapped around its body, like a topaz-colored stone ball.

……

Inside the Black Castle, the Night's Watch were busy.

The broken house must be repaired, and the frozen well must be heated.

All kinds of meat are becoming increasingly scarce, leaving only vegetarian food such as radishes and cabbages.

Even so, it’s still not enough.

The Night's Watch, the Winter Wolves, the Unsullied, the Seven Kingdoms...

Thousands of troops gathered, and their numbers kept growing, draining the entire North of its resources.

"Your Majesty, this month's supplies have not arrived yet."

Cregan looked embarrassed and reported respectfully with his head lowered.

Sitting in the hall of the Night's Watch, Rhaenyra rubbed her bare hands together slowly and said solemnly, "Wait a moment. I have sent a raven to ask Maester Tru."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Cregan lowered his head even lower and caught a glimpse of the queen from the corner of his eye.

Her pretty face was slightly red from the cold, and as she spoke, she exhaled breath that floated onto her long eyelashes and turned into frosty mist.

Even though I was wrapped in thick clothes, I was still so cold that I kept rubbing my hands to keep warm.

Seeing this, Cregan sighed secretly.

The North is too cold.

Even though the royal family provided considerable help, even the key fortress, the Black Castle, could not guarantee heating.

The wood was provided to the brothers who were keeping watch on the Great Wall so that they would not fall asleep in the cold wind.

This is the situation in Castle Black, so it is unimaginable for ordinary people in the North.

As he was speaking, a cold wind started to blow outside.

boom--

The strong wind mixed with arcing snowflakes, which hit the wooden window panels of the hall heavily.

The window panels shook violently, leaving gaps that let in sunlight.

The dim hall suddenly lit up, and the cold wind made people shiver.

Strangely, there seemed to be a slight smell of ashes in the air.

thump!
Rhaenyra's head shot up and she rose from her chair.

"His Majesty?"

Creggan looked puzzled.

Rhaenyra smiled brightly, not caring about the thick hem of her skirt dragging on the ground, and hurried out of the hall.

She felt it.

At this time, inside the Great Wall.

Thick dark clouds stretched for thousands of miles, pressing down the Great Wall like a huge mountain.

A thick dragon tail as black as coal hung down from the clouds, stirring up the dark clouds that suddenly gathered.

The night watchmen huddled under the parapet of the Great Wall, warming themselves by the flames in the brazier.

The flames swayed violently, and the strong wind made strange sounds like ghosts and wolves howling.

"Hiss-"

As soon as I raised my head, a dragon's roar as loud as thunder resounded throughout the area within a hundred miles, causing pain in people's eardrums.

In the chaotic dark clouds, a pair of eerie green vertical pupils appeared.

"Drop, Glutton."

The next second, a familiar voice gave orders.

A huge monster like a giant mountain dived down from the clouds, and its broad wings covered the inside and outside of the Great Wall. The sweeping cold wind made the night watchmen unable to raise their heads.

Boom!

The Glutton landed on the ground, with three pairs of pale, curved-horned dragon heads drooping and dragon wings standing on the ground, covering its body.

"Get some rest, man."

Rhaegar smiled slightly and climbed down the rope ladder on the thick dragon's neck.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Several dragon handlers were outside the Black Castle and stepped back quickly to salute.

The huge avalanche caused by the dark dragon almost buried them on the spot.

"Prepare enough livestock for my dragon. It has been very tired lately."

After landing, Rhaegar shook his head, tidied his messy silver hair, and returned to the Black Castle.

The journey took more than a month, moving Hardhome from the Fist of the First Men and then moving the wildling army from Eastwatch to Castle Black.

The glutton was very tired, but he still endured the wind and snow to protect him.

Rhaegar shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and his originally intact black robe was torn into several large holes.

If it weren't for his extremely noble temperament, he would really look a bit like a Night's Watch ranger from far away from the Great Wall.

Rhaegar let out a breath, thinking that he would have a nice bath and a hot meal later.

The area outside the Great Wall is simply not a place for human beings to stay. The environment is too harsh in every way.

I walked with my head down and heard the rustling of footsteps coming towards me.

"Rhaegar!"

Suppressed excited shouts reached my ears, carrying with them uncontrollable joy.

Rega was stunned when he heard the voice and looked up in surprise.

Rhaenyra was at the gate of the Black Castle's courtyard, looking at him with joy on her face.

"Rhaenayla, why are you here?"

Rhaegar was surprised and happy, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

Rhaenyra trotted faster, stepping through the muddy snow and running over with her arms outstretched.

Rhaegar smiled and stepped forward to embrace him.

Gradually approaching each other, the two silver-haired and black-clothed figures hugged each other tightly.

Rainier was so happy that she choked up as she spoke: "Let me see if you are hurt."

While they were still hugging each other, they began to feel the body under the black robe, fearing that there might be any injuries.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine."

Rhaegar chuckled and buried his head in the crook of his neck wrapped in the furry hood, clinging tightly to him.

He was six feet tall when he was sixteen, and now he is six feet two (188cm) tall.

Rhaenyra was petite, and in his arms she only reached his chest.

He held her whole body in his arms, and had to bend down slightly so that he could rub his cheek against her hair.

"It's too dangerous outside, just come back."

Rhaenyra's eyes were red, and she stared at him with tender eyes, stretching out her hands to hold the cold handsome face.

Unable to help himself, he stood on tiptoe and gave her a quick peck on the side of her cheek.

Ever since the accident of his second son Eamon, the concept of family has been deeply rooted in his heart.

Her feelings for Rega were reflected in her children's separation, and her whole heart was devoted to him.

"I'm not leaving. Let's face the difficulties together."

Rhaegar smiled gently, and felt the long-lost warm embrace.

It’s still so soft that I want to bury my face in it.

"Come on, I'll get you something to eat."

Rhaenyra's cheeks flushed, she rolled her eyes and walked back with her arms folded.

"Hiss!"

The dragon head of Syrax poked out from its wings and looked at the driver in surprise as he slowly left.

When he turned around again, the roasted goat in front of him disappeared.

Grunt! The glutton glanced at it with his green eyes, stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the dragon's mouth, and saliva could not help but drip onto the snow.

The snow melted in an instant, leaving behind a barren land.

"Hiss!!"

Syracuse was terrified and continued to play ostrich.

……

The brother and sister returned to Castle Black and entered the hall arm in arm.

"His Majesty."

Benilla came towards them and looked at them in surprise.

With a warm smile, Raynilla ordered, "Benilla, go to the kitchen and tell Elena to prepare a meal and give him a good welcome."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Benilla didn't hesitate and set off with a smile.

There is not much meat in the kitchen, all of which is reserved for the dragon.

But if the king's cousin wants to eat, he must have something to eat.

When the girl left, Rhaegar asked curiously, "Didn't Rhaena come with you?"

The two sisters have always been inseparable.

Rhaenyra pulled him to sit down. She couldn't get enough of looking at him. She said softly, "Rhaenyra has great management skills. She decided to stay in Winterfell."

Winterfell cannot be left unguarded to prevent any trouble in the North.

Rhaena is quiet and gentle, and is best suited for rear-line operations.

Rhaegar nodded, agreeing with this.

The North is very cold, but the Great Wall and other places in the North are another temperature.

Even an adult dragon like Syrax finds it difficult to adapt, let alone the sub-adult dragon "Dawn" who has congenital deficiencies.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
There was a knock on the door at the corner, catching Rhaegar's eye.

A silver-haired figure stood at the door, looking here expectantly.

The black long skirt covers the legs, the light green cuffs cover the arms, and she is wearing a thick dark green fluffy cloak.

"Helena, you're here too?"

Rhaegar stood up immediately, surprised.

"She came early."

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow with a smile and unhooked her arms.

"elder brother."

Helena's eyes sparkled as she approached from the corner in small steps.

When she learned that her brother was away at the Great Wall, she rushed over without stopping.

I even had a dream on the way.

I dreamed of a pale figure standing at the foot of the Great Wall, commanding countless armies of the dead to attack the Great Wall.

There was also a roaring dragon, and scorching dragon flames falling from the sky.

And, from an invisible perspective, boiling dragon blood was spilling on the ground.

Rhaegar stood up and walked forward, not thinking about the problem of Midsummer Hall.

In his eyes, the Seven Kingdoms were not as good as a hug.

Helena was more direct, and threw herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest, wishing she could hang on him with her hands and feet.

He hugged the drooping neck and bit the other's lips.

Rhaegar accepted it passively, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

After a while, he finally broke free from the koala-like embrace.

Rhaegar sat back in his chair, sandwiched between the two sisters.

It is said that a long separation is better than a new marriage, and the squeezed emotions are indeed much hotter.

"Damon is here too."

Rhaenyra suddenly spoke up, explaining the recent situation: "Aegon and Aemond are patrolling the fortresses on the Wall, and Daemon is training the kingdom's coalition army."

Apart from the valley being covered with snow and Dorne being far away in the desert, the only thing that had not arrived was the army from the West.

The armies of the Crownland, the Riverlands, the Reach, and the Stormlands total more than 30,000 men, more than the Night's Watch, the Winter Wolves, and the Unsullied combined.

"Damon taking charge of the army can reduce mutual friction."

Rhaegar frowned slightly, but also said the good news: "Sea Snake leads three thousand Velaryon troops and is stationed in Eastwatch-by-the-Sea with Aunt Rhaenys."

Each of the eighteen fortresses of the Great Wall must be manned.

Donghaiwang is adjacent to the sea, and there are always free people sneaking across by boat.

If the White Walkers are able to cross the sea, Eastwatch must be defended by the strongest force.

The Velaryons are reliable.

"But there are too many fortresses on the Great Wall, and we are discussing giving up some of them."

Rhaenyra expressed the idea that had already been discussed.

Helena held her chin with both hands and said with hazy eyes: "Castle Black is the main target of the White Walkers' attack. The dead cannot cross the Wall."

That’s what the prophecy pictured.

Rega looked around and said thoughtfully, "It is right to abandon part of the fortress. Cut off half of it and freeze it directly. The remaining troops can be concentrated."

All unnecessary Night's Watch fortresses should have their exits completely blocked with ice.

Now that the free folk army has joined, all the troops on the Great Wall must concentrate their strength.

One is to fight against the White Walkers, and the other is to intimidate the free folk.

Squeak!

As we were chatting, the door to the hall opened.

Benilla, carrying a plate of hot food, pushed the door open sideways.

Behind her, Damon followed in with a smile on his face.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my good nephew trapped in the arms of a beautiful woman.

As the father and daughter entered the room, some figures squeezed into the hall.

The fat Maester Tru, the black-armored Grey Worm, and the Children of the Forest.

"Child of the forest?"

Damon glanced at it and frowned subconsciously.

This strange and ancient race is not someone that is easy to get along with in my impression.

Sniff~~
The Child of the Forest came closer to Daemon and wrinkled his nose, backing away with a wary look, "You also know blood magic, and you stink of dragons."

This dragon stench was different from that of the other dragonborn in Castle Black.

It is similar to the Rhaegar who is fighting against the White Walkers, but has a purer pungent smell.

The threat is also greater.

"Stay away from me, I don't want to step in a pile of brown-green shit."

Damon put his hand on the Dark Sister and walked around arrogantly.

My hands are itching to chop.

Soon, Rhaegar started eating without even using a knife and fork, served by the two sisters.

Helena scooped out the soup, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Rainier cut the roasted lamb and fed it to him mouthful by mouthful.

The children of Belron were about to cry when they saw the concerned look on their faces.

The Son of the Forest looked at it for a while, then jumped onto the dining table and shook it.

Rhaegar looked at her unkindly.

"We have to find the Heart Tree and the Greenseer!"

The Child of the Forest looked anxious and said in panic, "I can feel the coldness of the White Walkers approaching. We can't delay any longer."

Through the weirwood trees outside the Great Wall, you can see countless armies of the dead through the green vision.

The White Walkers are spreading beyond the Wall, and it will be too late if we don't find the Greenseer now.

Rhaegar chewed the mutton and slowly sipped the soup.

He did not want to accept what the Son of the Forest said.

Valyrian steel swords can kill White Walkers, and dragon flames can destroy large swathes of the dead.

Assuming that the Wall cannot be harmed by magic, as long as they do not leave the Wall, they can resist the invasion of the White Walkers.

The so-called heart tree and green prophet are both illusory things.

It is far less realistic than the prophecy made by the witch Kuili.

Rather than leaving the Great Wall again, he might prefer to go to Asia to find out.

Where there are shadows and magic, it's no surprise that there are ways to fight against the White Walkers.

"The number of White Walkers has increased, proving that the Night King may have awakened from the land of eternal winter."

The son of the forest was still trying to persuade him, mumbling: "The Green Prophet knows secrets unknown to the world, and we need him."

"Who is the Greenseer?"

Rhaegar became alert and asked the question he had been wondering for a long time.

A man, a child of the forest, or perhaps a weirwood.

"The Greenseer is dead."

The Child of the Forest made a shocking statement, and then changed the subject: "Whoever finds the heart tree will become the new Greenseer and lead mankind to fight against the White Walkers."

(End of this chapter)