"Heavens! Your Highness, why does this ancestor of House Stark look so much like the White Walkers in the legends?"
Even the usually bold Walda felt a chill of fear as she looked at the corpse, its dark, icy sheen glimmering in the dim lamplight. She quickly drew the Valyrian Steel Sword at her waist and watched the ice wight on the floor warily.
Myracis, however, was intensely interested in the ice wight before her. She sniffed gently all over him, looking as though she had quite an appetite.
Danyla, who had already prepared herself for this, was not particularly surprised. She crouched down and held her hand near the ice wight, carefully sensing the magical energy within him.
An intensely cold, sinister magical energy had accumulated within this ice wight, making him practically a human icebox. No wonder the temperature in House Stark's crypts was so low. Having formed a connection with the weirwood, Danyla and Myracis felt no aversion to this energy.
"They say the Children of the Forest created the White Walkers using the bodies of House Stark's ancestors. And doesn't the Wall have its own legend of the Night's King? So it's not hard to understand why their ancestors would turn into ice wights like this."
Walda struggled to calm herself. Her mind was filled with all the terrifying tales of White Walkers she had heard as a child.
"Do you mean the Night's King of the Nightfort? Before today, I thought that was just a silly story Old Nan told at night to frighten children."
The Night's King was a legendary Lord Commander of the Night's Watch who had lived during the Age of Heroes. His name was unknown. There were many accounts of his origins, naming House Bolton, the Magnar, House Umber, the Flint