Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Maester Aemon then actually began to write the letter, entrusting it to a merchant who had come to the Wall to capture smuggled slaves to deliver to Andalus.

It then traveled across the ocean for several months before finally arriving in Viserys' hands this morning.

The arrival of the White Walkers undoubtedly disrupted Viserys' plans, and Maester Aemon's letter was an appeal to Viserys for help.

He wrote in the letter.

"Upon learning of the Targaryen family's annihilation in the War of the Usurper, I wanted to return to King's Landing more than anyone else, even if I couldn't see the light of day and had to move forward with a cane."

This is the moment when Imon faces the cruelest test of his oath.

Even when facing enemies who had destroyed his family, Aemon still hoped that Viserys would lend a helping hand at a crucial moment.

He didn't expect to persuade Viserys to devote all his energy to the war.

But he still pleaded with him to help them at the crucial moment, because the resurgence of the White Walkers was a war between the living and the dead.

Chapter 248 Reinforcements

Maester Aemon's request was precisely what was causing Viserys some slight annoyance.

Although Zeng Bogong did not specify in his letter how much turmoil this White Walker resurgence would cause, or whether it would breach the Wall.

Because Aemon Targaryen was just a wise old man, knowledgeable but not a prophet.

Ordinary people cannot predict things that haven't happened; they can only think of the worst possible outcome in advance.

If all of this really happens, and humanity is utterly defeated, I hope Viserys can temporarily put aside his family feud and save the fate of all humanity.

This is why Aegon wrote this letter to Viserys.

Viserys sat in his seat with a headache, wondering what kind of reply he should write to this ancestor who had become a living fossil.

Actually, he hadn't forgotten Maester Aemon before, but he was afraid that contacting Aemon Targaryen would cause trouble for the latter.

Even though many people have forgotten the old man's true identity as a Targaryen, there are still some who haven't forgotten.

However, since Aemon had already donned the black robes and was quite old, with only a few years left to live, he decided to let him go and did not eliminate the old maester.

If Viserys, the exiled king who had fled to the other side of the Narrow Sea, were to contact Aemon at this time, it would likely bring about Aemon's death.

Viserys was thinking about replying to the letter, but he actually hoped to see Baratheon, the Starks, and the White Walkers fight to the death and end up weakening each other.

He also wondered what it would be like if the Seven Kingdoms at their peak, before their division, clashed with the Night King's army.

Will the Wall collapse again? Can Robert lead the Seven Kingdoms to withstand the attack of the undead army?

If the human army truly suffers a crushing defeat...

Viserys fell into deep thought.

The two girls were still racking their brains trying to figure out who the great-great-grandfather he mentioned was, counting on their fingers the people beyond their grandfather Jaeheris II.

"Bring me paper and a pen."

After a moment of thought, Viserys finally came to his senses, raised his head, and spoke.

The servant hurriedly fetched paper and pen and handed them to Viserys, but Viserys only wrote a few words before putting the pen down again.

"never mind."

I'll write it later.

Then the young king with long silver-gold hair shook his head slightly, then raised his head, his bright eyes glancing at Renis and then at Daenerys.

"Next, I will be heading back to Pentos."

Seeing that Renis was about to say something, Viserys slightly raised a finger, signaling her to wait until he finished speaking.

He then continued to explain.

"I still have many important matters to attend to in Pentos, so I cannot return for the time being."

"But perhaps we'll bring you over after some time."

Viserys spoke, then stood up, and the long-haired brown-haired girl and Daenerys also stood up.

Viserys hugged Reyne and then bent down to ruffle Daenerys's hair.

And at this time.

The servants gasped in surprise outside the restaurant, a huge shadow fell over the castle, followed by a deep growl from Bellerion.

Having received Viserys' summons and rested overnight, Bellerion arrived as promised in the early morning, and his disobedient underlings were given a good beating by Bellerion.

"Rego should at least behave himself for a while."

"Andalus is now in your hands, Renis."

Viserys gave the instruction once again.

"If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Lord Jeffrey or Prince Oberon."

"it is good."

Renis slightly adjusted her long dress and nodded.

Viserys then tucked Maester Aemon's letter into his pocket and strode away from the castle, while Belerien was already waiting on the training ground.

Snapped--

Viserys seized a gap in the scales and climbed back onto the dragon.

Bellerion let out a deep growl, his powerful hind legs suddenly exerted force, and his huge wings spread open.

Call ~

The dust and smoke on the training ground spread in all directions, covering the servants, guards, and two girls on the ground with a cloud of dust.

Then the giant dragon soared into the sky and flew into the distance under the blazing sun overhead.

...

distance.

A baby's cry echoed throughout Winterfell.

The old nanny, her hands stained with blood, cradled a newborn baby. A woman with red hair and a pale face lay on the hospital bed, her chest heaving and her breath coming in short gasps, a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

"Congratulations, sir, it's a boy."

The old nanny then wiped the blood off her hands, opened the door, and told the people waiting outside.

Standing outside the door was a man who looked to be around thirty years old with long, dark brown hair, gray eyes, and a somewhat serious expression.

If someone doesn't know the other person, they might mistakenly think it's disdain or indifference towards others.

Upon hearing the old nanny's words, the expression on his face immediately relaxed.

"Great!"

Two boys and a girl were standing beside the man outside the door, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the boys, with reddish-brown hair, even clenched his fist loudly in the air, looking very excited, before raising his head to look at his father.

"Looks like I'm going to have a younger brother."

"Father, I told you Mother would be alright."

Another boy with slightly curly dark hair looked a little downcast after hearing his words.

But the boy was rather introverted, so he just pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

"Ah."

Eddard Stark nodded slightly, but he noticed the expression on his 'youngest son's' face.

Then he raised his hand and ruffled Jon Snow's hair.

Although he has a sensitive personality, he is also not good with words and can only express himself through body language.

"Stay here and protect your mother."

The man's smile was fleeting before he suppressed it again, and he spoke to the three children in a low voice.

Now that he knew the good news that his wife was safe and sound, he was no longer going to waste any more time here.

Eddard Stark then left his wife's delivery room and walked a short distance away.

Outside, snow was falling heavily, and a guard was waiting for their lord with a horse, his head already covered in a thin layer of snow.

"Lord Ed."

The guards held the reins of their warhorses, and Eddard Stark didn't say much, only nodding in response.

"Ah."

He then took the reins from the guard and mounted his horse.

He raised his head and glanced again in the direction of the birthing room before spurring his horse and urging it away.

On the castle.

The three children watched their father leave, and the only girl among them pouted slightly and said with dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, Brandon was just born."

"Father should be with Mother at this time!"

"Could it be that he's pregnant again...?"

The girl's tone was somewhat dissatisfied, and she glanced at her 'brother' with a special identity as she spoke.

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 Father always said? Winter is coming, and this is the greatest test for the Stark family.”

"And I overheard Master Luwen saying..."

The boy named Robb glanced into the room.

There was only one man in the delivery room, and that was Master Luwin. He delivered every child of the Stark family.

"My father wrote a letter to King's Landing, and King Robert's army is now on its way."