Chapter 248: Reinforcements

The request from Maester Aemon was the reason for Viserys' slight annoyance.

Although his great-uncle did not explicitly state in the letter how much turmoil the resurgence of the White Walkers would cause, or whether they would break through the Wall, it was because Aemon Targaryen was just a wise old man. Despite his broad knowledge, he was not a prophet.

Ordinary people cannot predict things that have not happened; he just thought of the worst possibility in advance.

If all this really happened, and humanity was defeated, he hoped that Viserys could temporarily put aside the family's grudges and save the fate of the entire human race.

This was the reason why Aegon wrote this letter to Viserys.

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

In fact, he didn't forget about Maester Aemon before, but he was afraid that contacting Aemon Targaryen would cause trouble for the other party.

After all, even if many people have forgotten the old man's legitimate Targaryen identity, there are still some people who have not forgotten.

However, since Aemon had already put on the black robe, and he was already very old, with only a few years left to live, he simply let the other party go and did not settle accounts with the old scholar.

And if Viserys, the exiled king who fled to the other side of the Narrow Sea, contacted Aemon at this time, I'm afraid it would bring disaster to the other party.

Viserys was thinking about the reply, and he actually hoped to see Baratheon, Stark, and the White Walkers fight each other and both lose.

He also looked forward to seeing what it would look like when the Seven Kingdoms in their heyday, without division, fought against the Night King's army.

Would the Wall still collapse, and could Robert lead the Seven Kingdoms to resist the attack of the army of the dead?

If the human army really was defeated...

Viserys fell into contemplation.

And the two girls were still struggling to figure out who the great-uncle he was talking about was, counting the people above their grandfather Jaehaerys II.

"Bring me paper and pen."

After thinking for a moment, Viserys finally came back to his senses and raised his head to speak.

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

"Forget it."

"I'll write it later."

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

"Next, I have to return to Pentos."

Seeing that Rhaenys was about to say something, Viserys raised a finger to signal her to wait for him to finish.

He continued to explain.

"I still have a lot of things to do in Pentos, and I can't come back for the time being."

"But maybe I will bring you over after a while."

Viserys said, then he stood up, and the brunette girl and Daenerys also stood up.

Viserys hugged Rhaenys, then bent down to touch Daenerys's hair.

At this time.

There was a gasp from the servants outside the dining room, a huge shadow covered the sky above the castle, and then came Balerion's low roar.

Having received Viserys' summons, Balerion, who had rested for the night, arrived as promised in the morning, and its disobedient little brother had been disciplined by Balerion.

"Rhaegal should behave for at least a while."

"Next, Andalos is left to you, Rhaenys."

Viserys instructed again.

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask Lord Joffrey or Prince Oberyn."

"Okay."

Rhaenys slightly gathered her skirt and nodded.

Then Viserys put Maester Aemon's letter into his bosom, strode out of the castle, and Balerion had already landed on the training ground waiting.

Thump—

Viserys grabbed the gap in the scales and climbed back onto the dragon.

Balerion let out a low roar, its strong hind legs suddenly exerted force, and its huge wings spread out.

Whoosh~

The dust on the training ground scattered in all directions, and the servants, guards, and two girls on the ground were all blown into a mess.

Then the dragon took off into the sky, flying towards the distance under the scorching sun above its head.

...

Far away.

A baby's cry spread throughout Winterfell.

The old wet nurse, her hands stained with blood, held a newborn baby, a red-haired woman with a pale face lay on the sick bed, panting slightly, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

"Congratulations, my lord, it's a boy."

Then the old wet nurse cleaned the blood from her hands, pushed open the door, and told the people waiting outside.

Outside the door stood a man who looked about thirty years old with dark brown hair, a pair of grey pupils, and a somewhat serious expression on his face.

If you don't know him, you might mistake it for disdain and indifference to others.

He heard the old wet nurse's words, and his face relaxed for a moment.

"That's great!"

And there were two boys and a girl standing next to the man outside the door. They all breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the boys with auburn hair even waved his fist heavily in the air, looking very excited, then raised his head to look at his father.

"It seems I'm going to have a little brother."

"Father, I told you mother would be fine."

The other boy with dark, slightly curly hair looked a little gloomy when he heard his words.

But the boy's character is more introverted, just pursed his lips and didn't say much.

"Hmm."

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

Then he raised his hand to rub Jon Snow's hair.

His character is delicate, but he is also not good at words, he can only express with body language.

"Stay here and protect your mother."

The smile on the man's face was fleeting, and then he regained his composure, speaking in a low voice to the three children.

Now that he knew the good news that his wife was safe, he didn't plan to waste any more time here.

Then Eddard Stark left his wife's delivery room and walked towards the not far away.

Outside it was a heavy snowfall, and there was a guard leading a horse waiting for their lord. There was already a thin layer of snow accumulated on their heads.

"Lord Eddard."

The guard held the reins of the war horse, and Eddard Stark didn't say much, just nodded in response.

"Hmm."

Then he took the reins from the guard, mounted the horse.

He raised his head and looked at the direction of the delivery room again, then spurred the horse and left.

On the castle.

The three children watched their father leave, and the only girl pouted her mouth unhappily and said, "Hmph, mother just gave birth to Brandon."

"Father should be with mother at this time!"

"Could it be that he has another..."

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

The boy who spoke first looked at his sister, then shook his head and said seriously, "Sansa, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't you remember what father always says? Winter is coming, this is the biggest test for our Stark family."

"And I accidentally heard Maester Luwin say..."

The boy named Robb glanced inside the room.

Inside the delivery room, there was only one man, and that was Maester Luwin. Every child of the Stark family was delivered by him.

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