He carefully climbed up the rope ladder dangling from the dragon's spine, finally settling securely into the dragon saddle on Silverwing's back.
With a command from Viserys, Silverwing slowly began to crawl towards the dragon's den exit.
Once completely out of the dragon's den, Silverwing suddenly unfurled his massive dragon wings, soaring straight into the sky like a silver arrow.
Although Viserys had not experienced dragon riding for quite some time, the dragon-riding skills he once possessed had not been forgotten.
Before long, he and Silverwing had developed a perfect synergy, and controlling and commanding Silverwing became increasingly effortless.
However, when this brief period of joy ended, Viserys still had to send Silverwing back into the dragon's den.
Then, he silently returned to the Red Keep to face the problems he could not avoid.
He sincerely hoped that his wife, Aemma, would understand his actions.
Viserys hurried into the room and immediately saw his wife, Aemma, lost in thought by the window.
He took a deep breath, walked directly to Aemma, and spoke bluntly:
"King Jaehaerys has a proposal; he hopes our daughter Rhaenyra can marry Rayder."
Aemma's brows furrowed slightly, but she did not show anger or reluctance as Viserys had expected.
Instead, she was silent for a moment, seemingly pondering the meaning of the proposal.
"Is this the King's wish?" Aemma finally spoke, asking in a calm tone.
Viserys nodded, explaining, "Yes, the King believes this marriage alliance is very important for our family."
Aemma's gaze fell on Viserys, her eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.
"So, what exactly is the impact of this marriage alliance on our family?" she pressed.
Viserys hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "First, it can eliminate Rayder, a potential threat.
Secondly, we might be able to obtain a method from him to make dragons stronger."
Aemma's eyes widened slightly, clearly somewhat surprised by this reason. "He has such an ability?" she questioned.
Viserys sighed and continued to explain, "We have investigated Rayder's origins; he and his dragon most likely come from the Valyria Peninsula.
Moreover, he claims to be from the Dragon Lord Family, so it's not impossible for him to possess some special abilities."
After listening to Viserys's explanation, Aemma gained a deeper understanding of the importance of this marriage alliance.
She nodded and softly said, "I will do my best to persuade our daughter."
Seeing this, Viserys breathed a sigh of relief. He gently embraced Aemma and softly said, "You've worked hard, Aemma."
Aemma smiled faintly, her smile as gentle as a spring breeze. She replied, "It's what I should do."
However, just then, Aemma suddenly remembered the contents of the letter from her family and couldn't help but feel puzzled, so she asked:
"Are the Others really that terrifying? To the extent that so many soldiers need to be transferred to The Great Wall in the North for support?"
Viserys's expression became solemn. He slowly replied,
"A decision has been made in the Small Council: all lords must dispatch seventy percent of the soldiers within their territories north to fight the Others. This is an unchangeable command."
Aemma was silent for a moment, contemplating the implications of this decision.
Finally, Viserys decided to inform Aemma in advance that he would take their daughter Rhaenyra north first.
Upon hearing this, Aemma, though somewhat surprised, understood Viserys's decision.
Although Aemma felt some reluctance and worry in her heart, she knew she could not change the situation.
After all, within the Seven Kingdoms, even Dorne, which was the most disobedient to the kingdom's rule, had sent soldiers north.
At the Seven-Cornered Profound Ice Altar in the Land of Eternal Winter, a chilling aura permeated the entire space, as if time itself had frozen.
At the center of the altar, the body of a female Other was tightly encased in a large amount of ice and snow, like an ice sculpture.
Between heaven and earth, countless magical energies, like surging waves, continuously poured into her body.
The Night King stood by the altar, his figure tall and majestic, exuding a cold aura.
Beside him, numerous Others holding Mystic Ice Spears were neatly arranged, their presence making the entire scene even more solemn and dignified.
The Night King slowly ascended the altar, his steps steady and powerful, each one seemingly causing the ground to tremble.
When he arrived before the figure encased in ice and snow, he stopped, gazing at the face covered by ice and snow.
That face, originally frozen like solid ice, was devoid of any expression.
However, at this moment, under the Night King's gaze, a complex expression gradually emerged.
His ice-blue eyes were now completely drawn to the figure in the center of the altar, as if that figure was the most important existence in his life.
The Night King raised his hand, seemingly wanting to touch the figure encased in ice and snow, but in the end, he hesitated and did not dare to truly touch it.
Just then, the ice and snow enveloping the figure suddenly began to fall away, as if dispelled by an invisible force.
As the ice and snow fell, the figure inside gradually revealed herself.
Her eyes slowly opened, a pair of ice-blue eyes, like deep lake water, beautiful and cold.
Although these eyes were beautiful, they gave off a cold and lonely feeling, making people hesitant to approach.
The woman's face and figure were absolutely top-tier; her skin was as fair as snow, and her jade-like face exuded a noble and cold temperament.
Her figure was tall and slender, with graceful curves, every line perfectly sculpted, as if meticulously crafted by the heavens.
The Cold God moved her limbs, seemingly adapting to this new body.
She slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, seemingly not entirely satisfied with this body.
Although the strength of this body was much better than the previous one, it still did not meet her requirements.
The Cold God gazed into the distance, her sight piercing through layers of mist, landing in the direction of The Great Wall.
Her perception, like a spider's web, was delicate and sharp, attempting to capture Rayder's location.
Despite her limited physical abilities, her determination remained undiminished; she would never give up so easily.
However, the current predicament was clear: killing Rayder under these circumstances was an almost impossible task.
After careful consideration, the Cold God finally decided to negotiate with Rayder.
Meanwhile, Rayder, inside Black Castle, was unaware of the Cold God's new movements.
He stood before Im, his heart wavering.
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