The White Walker Invasion

Rhaegar's expression shifted slightly. He raised his eyes and happened to meet Daemon's gaze.

Uncle and nephew exchanged a look, sharing the same doubts about the Children of the Forest's words.

Their first thought was of the prophetic murals in Norvos, which foretold three separate periods.

The Conqueror's Song of Ice and Fire was also a prophecy about the White Walkers.

Legends of the Children of the Forest were widespread, especially those about the greenseers' prophetic abilities.

Rhaegar asked in confusion, "The greenseer is dead. Won't a new one emerge among your people?"

"Not for now, at least."

The Child of the Forest shook his head regretfully. "We can't win the Heart Tree's acceptance."

"Then what makes you think we can become greenseers if we find the Heart Tree?"

Daemon's gaze sharpened as he voiced his doubts.

The Child of the Forest was stunned for a moment, then instinctively said, "Someone guided me across the Wall so I could find a new greenseer."

"Who?"

Rhaegar and Daemon asked in unison.

The Child of the Forest hopped down from the dining table and began pacing in circles, scratching his head.

His green eyes darted about as he muttered incessantly, "Who was it? Who could it have been?"

Seeing this, Rhaegar waved everyone away.

Everyone left, leaving the Child of the Forest alone with his doubts.

Night fell.

In the heated room on the second floor of the Black Castle,

the wind howled outside, and snowflakes pelted the shutters with loud smacks.

After washing up, Rhaegar lay on the hard bed, which was covered with a down comforter.

"Do you think what Bilbo said about the greenseer is true?"

Rhaenyra stood by the table, mixing fruit wine. She turned and asked him.

There were only two of them in the room.