"Durran is hope, just like Mance Rayder's son and these newborn sons." Still somewhat weak, Daenerys looked at her son. Children represented the future.
Daenerys looked at Durran. Even if the king had other children in the future, none could affect Durran's right of succession.
Daenerys also knew that many maidens were infatuated with the king. That was perfectly normal.
The Wildlings Princess was especially remarkable. She was not a real princess, but her beauty rivaled that of any princess.
"I still need to visit Duke Eddard again," Gendry said.
"About Robb..." Daenerys also felt sorry for Duke Eddard. First there had been Bran, and now there were these children of Robb Stark's.
"This is the year 301 after the Conquest. Going by the previous long summer of roughly ten years, we still have more than two thousand long nights ahead," Gendry said, reviewing the situation.
"A long, long night." Fear flickered in the Wildlings Princess's eyes. More than two thousand nights remained.
"Once Durran is a little older, I can join you on the battlefield," Daenerys said.
"There's no hurry." Gendry gently took Daenerys's hand. "I saw the Frost-Ice Throne in the cold wave, and I've seen the shadow of Brandon the Night's King. Normally, the middle years should be the coldest part of winter. Right now, the Night's King hasn't recovered his full strength. I feel he won't appear until a few years from now, perhaps in 305."
Chapter 522: The Long Night Standoff and New Life
Inside the king's great tent, King's Blood's daughters had just left again.
Two princesses were now in the tent: one was Daenerys, the last True Dragon, and the other was Val, the Wildlings Princess.
Though their backgrounds were worlds apart, both possessed astonishing beauty.
Targaryen beauty was inhuman, while the Wildlings