Jeor. Mormont still looks serious on the outside. His black cloak is covered with frost and snow that was stirred up just now. Although his hand is pressed on the hilt of Longclaw's sword, his posture is very respectful.
As for Mance Rayder next to him, his eyes were still wary of Viserys and the others. He raised his head and looked at the other three Dragon that had just landed, with some awe and curiosity shining in his eyes.
Daenerys came up from behind Viserys. The moment her feet just touched the solid ground, she felt a rare relief, but the entanglement in her heart never really dissipated.
She raised her head and looked at Acmot, who was lowering his head and blowing hot air from his nostrils, and then looked at Viserion who was quietly waiting for instructions next to him.
"Go and rest, my children." She said softly, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.
Acmot let out a low cry, and stared at Daenerys with its red vertical pupils, as if waiting for her intimate interaction, but Daenerys just patted the tip of its nose lightly, then turned and walked towards Viserion.
She stretched out her hand and touched its smooth platinum-like scales with her fingertips. Viserion just lowered her head meekly and rubbed her palm.
At that moment, Daenerys felt an unprecedented tranquility pouring into his heart. It was another feeling completely different from Acmot's fanatical passion. It was peaceful and full of wisdom.
Viserys stood aside and watched this scene quietly without disturbing him. He knew that Daenerys had already made a preliminary choice. Although this was just the beginning, at least she had taken the first step to break the shackles.
"Your Majesty Viserys, Your Highness Daenerys Princess."
Jeor. Mormont then took a step forward, knelt on one knee and saluted, his movements were standard and neat, and said, "Welcome to Wall. The situation at the North is more tense than when you left. I think we need to talk. Castle Black is now ready and ready for your orders."
Viserys nodded slightly, responding to Jeor Lord Commander's respectful salute and request.
Then, his eyes crossed Jeor Lord Commander, fell on the leader Wildlings who was wearing fur and had a complicated expression next to him. There was no emotion or anger in his tone, and he said, "Mance Rayder, since you have You have chosen to stand on my side, and I hope your loyalty can be as strong as this Wall's Ice Wall, rather than as fickle as the Beyond the Wall's wind and snow."
When Mance Rayder heard Viserys's unkind words, he came back to his senses from Dragon, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Although he was now facing the legendary Dragonlord, the former King Beyond the Wall still tried hard to maintain his last dignity.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear of Dragon in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I will abide by the agreement. You gave Free Folk the living space it needs. Now you need allies to fight against death. As long as you keep your promise, our sword can always be wielded for you."
Viserys smiled noncommittally. He did not continue to dwell on this topic. Instead, he turned to look at Jeor. Mormont, his expression becoming serious again.
He said, "Lord Commander, lead the way. I want to see to what extent your so-called 'preparations' have reached. Also, I need to know what happened here Wall recently."
"Please follow me, Your Majesty Viserys, Your Highness Daenerys Princess."
Jeor. Mormont stood up, led the way sideways, and said, "Castle Black's Council Chamber has prepared hot wine and maps, and the new First Ranger is also waiting for your summons. He has made some discoveries about Others's activities, which may be crucial to your next decision."
Hearing the name "First Ranger", Viserys raised his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes, because he thought of the Benjen. Stark who had been staying in Winterfell Crypt before, but he was completely dead now.
In Viserys's knowledge, originally no one here at Wall should be able to rise to this position in a short period of time, at least he had never heard of it in his previous life.
It seems that due to the addition of those southern prisoners, the power structure under Wall has changed faster than he expected. In other words, Jeor. Mormont has to take the initiative to break some stereotypes in order to cope with the upcoming crisis.
Daenerys followed Viserys silently. The snow under her feet creaked slightly. She subconsciously looked back and saw that Acmot was lying on the snow, with his huge head resting on his front paws.
Its pair of red vertical pupils were still locked on the figure of Daenerys, with an uneasy and manic mood, but now it was suppressed by Viserys's mental power.
Viserion, on the other hand, huddled quietly aside, with his golden eyes half-closed, as if he was taking a rest, but there was an indescribable sense of understanding in the glance that occasionally glanced at Daenerys.
This feeling of being watched caused another ripple to the newly rising emotions in Daenerys's heart. She took a deep breath of cold air, forced herself to move her attention away from Dragon, and refocused on the Viserys in front of her and the situation of the North and Wall they were talking about.
After getting on the horse and riding for a while, Castle Black's newly repaired heavy Wooden Door was slowly opened in front of several people. A smell of burning wood, old leather and a hint of Ale came to their faces, dispelling the chill on several people's bodies.
Although it was already late, the lights inside Council Chamber were brightly lit, and several Night's Watch commanders in black were already sitting at the long wooden table, as well as the southern nobles with high titles who were captured and sent to Wall, including Highgarden's Lord Mace.
Their faces were full of exhaustion and solemnity. After all, no one would be in a good mood if they were pulled out of a warm bed for a meeting in the middle of the night.
But the moment they saw Viserys and the others walking in, everyone stood up in unison, including "Master Inflated Fish". Their eyes showed both awe of Viserys and fear of the Dragon behind him.
Next to the main seat of the Great Hall, stood a young man with golden red hair. He was thin, with a cold face, and his brown eyes looked very deep, as if he was hiding many secrets that he did not want to share with others.
This is exactly the new First Ranger, Beric Dondarrion that Jeor Lord Commander just mentioned.
He was originally Dornish Marches Blackhaven, Earl of House Dondarrion. He had a noble status, but due to his defeat in the war, he was replaced by Martell of Dorne. Prince was captured and later sent to Wall, becoming a member of Night's Watch.