The council meeting lasted nearly two hours. From troop levies to provisions, from transport routes to the allocation of camps once each lord arrived, every detail was raised and reviewed.
Viserys never showed the slightest hesitation. He gave a clear answer to almost every question, leaving the others no room to shirk, stall, or tamper with his plans.
By the end, everyone in the chamber understood that once Viserys approved a plan, there was no room for negotiation. Their only role was to obey and carry it out.
The ministers noted down Viserys's instructions one by one. He swept his gaze around the long table and asked, "Is there anything else?"
The ministers exchanged glances, but no one spoke for a long while. The king had made every deployment order for the coming war against the Others perfectly clear, leaving no one with any further objections.
After waiting a while and seeing that no one spoke, Viserys rose, his silver hair gleaming in the candlelight. "Since you have no further questions, we'll adjourn. Set out and attend to your duties as soon as possible."
Everyone in the hall rose together and bowed respectfully. Their unified reply echoed through the empty Throne Hall. "As you command, Your Majesty."
Once all the arrangements were settled, Viserys waved them away. Varys was the last to leave. Before stepping through the door, he turned back and offered a quiet reminder. "Your Majesty, Lady Roslin may have been feeling rather low during your absence. She may need some attention from you in the days ahead."
Viserys paused for a moment, then nodded to show that he understood. Only after everyone had left the spacious Throne Hall did he move to leave.
By the time Viserys stepped out of the Throne Hall, the night mist had