"Your Grace!" Next came the Sand Snake sisters sent by Princess Arianne—Obara Sand—and Ser Mandon Moore of the Kingsguard, who had been ordered by the king to find the Martell party.
Gryn's calm gaze swept over Obara before meeting Ser Mandon's lifeless gray eyes. "Where is Arianne?" Amid the surrounding clamor, Ser Mandon stepped forward. "Princess Martell has moved to the outer wall. She is unharmed."
The White Walkers' surprise attack had indeed come unexpectedly, but unless her luck was truly terrible, Princess Arianne, heir to Dorne, was guarded day and night by numerous personal guards. It would be difficult for her to fall into desperate straits.
Because moments like these tested loyalty most, and also offered a rare chance to earn great merit.
To be honest, when Gryn had first arrived in King's Landing, he too had occasionally imagined Cersei falling into a trap, allowing him to win Gold Dragons, trust, and a future in a single move. "Pass on my order. Arianne will take command of the camp behind the outer wall."
"Yes, Your Grace!"
The frigid wind of the Long Night swept up shattered snow, and the darkness beneath the Wall of the End was no longer silent.
The slaughter wrought by Wildfire and Dragonglass arrows had never ceased, yet the tide of Wights showed no sign of waning. Like a black flood, the army of Wights kept pouring through the breach in the collapsed Wall of the End.
They knew neither pain nor fear, pressing forward one after another. The defensive line formed by the Night's Watch and the Blue Cloaks was being steadily compressed. Clearly—
Gryn stared at the relentless tide of Wights. He knew that the space between the outer wall and the breach in the Wall of the End would soon become a