Oh yeah I have a dragon

As we journeyed back from beyond the Wall, Aurelius Fenris's thoughts drifted to a long-forgotten secret hidden deep within the heart of the Wolfswood. With a furrowed brow, he recounted tales of an ice dragon, slumbering peacefully within the confines of a hidden cave, its ancient power lying dormant beneath a blanket of ice and snow.

"I had almost forgotten about him," Aurelius Fenris admitted, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "But now that you mention it, I recall the cave where I left him centuries ago. He should still be there, waiting for someone to awaken him from his slumber."

Rickard Stark's eyes widened with awe at the mention of an ice dragon, a creature of legend whispered about in hushed tones around hearthfires. "An ice dragon?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "I thought they were just stories!"

Aurelius Fenris chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, but some stories are rooted in truth, my young friend," he replied. "And this one is no exception."

With newfound determination, we set out to find the cave where the ice dragon lay sleeping, our hearts filled with anticipation at the prospect of awakening such a legendary creature from its slumber.

As we ventured deeper into the heart of the Wolfswood, the air grew colder and the trees thicker, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers in the darkness. But we pressed on, guided by Aurelius Fenris's memories of the cave's location.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, we stumbled upon the entrance to the cave, its mouth yawning wide like the maw of some ancient beast. With bated breath, we entered the darkness, our hearts pounding with anticipation.

And there, amidst the shadows and the ice, we found him: the ice dragon, its massive form curled up in a nest of frost and snow, its breath coming in gentle puffs as it slumbered peacefully.

"It's magnificent," Rickard whispered, his voice filled with awe as he gazed upon the creature before him.

Aurelius Fenris nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and sadness. "Indeed," he replied. "But now that he has been awakened, we must be prepared for the consequences."

And so, with heavy hearts and a sense of foreboding, we made our way back to Winterfell, our minds racing with thoughts of what the presence of another dragon rider would mean for the realm.

Meanwhile, in King's Landing, news of the awakening of an ice dragon spread like wildfire through the halls of the Red Keep, sending shockwaves of fear and uncertainty rippling through the court.

King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, his brow furrowed with concern, summoned his advisors to discuss the implications of such a discovery. "Another dragon rider?" he mused, his voice tinged with disbelief. "This changes everything."

The advisors exchanged uneasy glances, their minds racing with thoughts of how to deal with the newfound threat. "Your Grace," one of them ventured tentatively, "we must tread carefully. The presence of another dragon rider could upset the delicate balance of power in the realm."

King Jaehaerys nodded solemnly, his mind already spinning with plans and strategies to ensure the stability of the realm. "Indeed," he replied. "We must be prepared for whatever may come."

And so, as the news of the awakening of an ice dragon sent shockwaves through the realm, the fate of Westeros hung in the balance, its future uncertain in the wake of this newfound revelation.