Viserys rode on King Ghidorah's broad back, looking down from high above at this once-forgotten land.
"Is this the Night's Watch's Gift?" Daenerys clung tightly to Viserys, narrowing her eyes as she surveyed the green land below.
After a while, she said, "I remember Arya saying there used to be plenty of villages here. Many people farmed this land, supplying food to the Night's Watch at the Wall. But small bands of Free Folk kept crossing the Wall and coming south, and the Night's Watch's numbers dwindled, so the land gradually fell into neglect. I never expected it to be bustling again."
"Bustling it may be, but the unrest beneath all that bustle is probably worse than when it lay abandoned."
Viserys's gaze darkened slightly. He looked past the busy figures toward the faint outline of the Wall in the distance and said, "The Free Folk are defiant by nature. A few kind words aren't enough to make them put down their axes and spears and pick up hoes. They only do it because our dragons can keep order here."
"But if that balance is ever broken, the Gift will instantly become another powder keg threatening Westeros. So once the war is over, we'll need to promptly put more concrete arrangements for these Free Folk into place."
"As for what those arrangements will be, that will have to wait until we've dealt with the trouble before us." Viserys did not dwell on the subject. His gaze passed over the bustling crowds below and fixed on the enormous Ice Wall stretching across the horizon ahead.
As they drew closer, the Wall's oppressive presence bore down on them. It was no longer merely a cold line on a map, but a towering barrier forged from ice and magic. Its seven-hundred-foot face reflected