This sudden awakening made Daenerys feel a chill, but it did not come from the wind and snow outside the window, nor did it come from Viserys's unusually calm eyes, but from her own new sober understanding of the power game.
She looked at Viserys's seemingly gentle but unfathomable side face, and knew in her heart that she, Older Brother, had probably never really shown his kindness to Stark.
However, she will not be alienated from Viserys in the slightest because of this. On the contrary, Viserys's clear understanding makes her feel very at ease.
In this cruel world, innocence and blind kindness are often the way to death, and the coldness and calculation that Viserys is showing now is precisely the main reason why they, Targaryen, can win from Westeros this time.
After thinking clearly, Daenerys breathed out gently, and the eyes he looked at Viserys softened again. Since Older Brother chose to do this, she only needed to believe him unconditionally, but it would definitely make Arya and Sansa sad for a while.
After Viserys finished speaking, he looked at Sam who was still immersed in recording the request and Maester Aemon who was meditating. His voice rose a little and he said, "Okay, Sam, remember what I just said, you must be careful when sending letters."
"Maester Aemon, please also think carefully about what we can do now. Now Beyond the Wall Others's activities are becoming more and more frequent. We are running out of time. We need to make all preparations before the war really starts."
"Your Majesty, don't worry, I will be cautious." Sam said firmly, and Aemon also nodded.
"Very good." After Viserys said that, he walked directly to Daenerys, gently held her hand, and pulled her away Maester's Tower.
"What are you worried about?" While walking on the road, Viserys suddenly turned his head, and his eyes accurately captured the complex emotions flashing through Daenerys's eyes.
He did not feel embarrassed because Daenerys might read his mind. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that only the two of them could understand.
"Older Brother." Daenerys was silent for a moment, and finally chose to tell the truth. With a hint of temptation in her tone, she said, "I'm thinking if... if House Stark really concealed such an important thing."
"So when all this is made public, what kind of chaos will the North fall into? And what should we do to quell the chaos as soon as possible? After all, now we still need House Stark to fight against the common enemy. Arya and Sansa are also Stark. At least we cannot kill them all."
Viserys stopped when he heard this, turned sideways, and stared at his Little Sister with calm eyes. Castle Black The cold wind rolled up a corner of his cloak, but he didn't seem to feel the cold. There was a look of reason in his purple eyes.
"Dany, you may have confused a concept now."
He said softly, "Revealing the truth does not mean killing them all. What we have to do is to strip House Stark of the layer of glorious identity that cannot be questioned by the North, not to completely exterminate this bloodline."
Viserys raised his hand and tidied Daenerys's silver hair that was blown by the wind. He moved gently and said, "You think Arya and Sansa are innocent. I will not deny this. It can even be said that they can also be the key chess pieces we use to control the hearts and minds of the entire the North people."
Daenerys was startled for a moment, then a flash of realization flashed in her eyes. She understood Viserys's plan. He was not going to destroy the entire Stark, but wanted to use Stark will reconstruct the entire the North pattern, Arya and Sansa may also transform into the Targaryen Dynasty's agents in the North.
"So, we need them to be alive and shine brighter than before."
Viserys continued, "As for the chaos the North... Chaos is also a ladder, Dany. As long as the direction of public opinion is controlled, chaos will become the best opportunity to purge dissidents and consolidate the king's power."
"At that time we can give the North a new story, a story about how Targaryen led them out of Long Night, and how Stark also found their way back after getting lost in the darkness."
Daenerys took a deep breath, and the uneasiness in his heart towards Arya and Sansa completely dissipated, replaced by a deep admiration for his brother.
She nodded, held Viserys's hand tightly with her backhand, and said excitedly, "I understand, Older Brother, I will help you take care of them in the future and ensure that they can become the sharp sword in our House Targaryen's hands at the appropriate time."
"That's right." Viserys smiled slightly and said, "When the people of the North see that House Stark's power can only flourish under the command of Targaryen, they will not be able to simply separate the two."
"I will do it well, Older Brother." Daenerys said firmly.
Viserys also nodded with satisfaction, put his arm around Daenerys's shoulders, and the two walked side by side in the direction of King's Tower.
After a simple lunch, that afternoon, Viserys took Daenerys to watch Castle Black Night's Watch's recruit training at Training Ground. This was a request made by Viserys after he arrived.
Most of these recruits were prisoners from the south. They wore thick clothes that did not fit well, and their movements were relatively stiff.
Viserys originally planned to let them slowly adapt to the North's fighting rhythm. Otherwise, if they really fight Others, they will collapse in an instant.
Their instructor was an old Night's Watch named Dareon. He was holding a rough wooden sword in his hand and was mercilessly correcting a young newcomer's wrong shield-holding posture. He was cursing and using all vulgar Castle Black slang.
Dareon was once a wealthy knight who was loyal to House Targaryen. He was captured by Robert's army in Trident. Because most of these recruits were from Usurper's lineage, he cursed in a loud voice, and the whole yard could hear him when he cursed.
"Stop." Following Dareon's deep command, the entire Training Ground instantly fell silent, leaving only the sound of the cold wind still whistling.
The recruits looked at each other in confusion, and stopped what they were doing at a loss, breathing heavily. The white breath they exhaled made a mist appear on Training Ground.