Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 352 Before the Mountain Collapses

Ravens took off from important castles in the kingdom and even from across the Narrow Sea, flying to completely different destinations.

However, the border princely territories and the northern border were quite quiet.

Winterfell.

With the support of the Varese family and the princes from the conquered North, no one in the North has frozen to death in winter for a long time. In the words of the elderly Duke Creggan, these are the best thirty years in the North. Two whole generations have never known what hunger feels like. They only know that when they are hungry in winter, they can go home and eat hot soup and bread by the fireplace. If the snow is light, they can leave home and play in the snow.

This was unacceptable in the eyes of Duke Creggan, but it was also the scenario in his dream.

"Father, there is a letter from Dragon's Nest."

Rickon Stark went into the Duke's bedroom breathing heavily. The weather was gradually getting colder, which meant that this long summer might be coming to an end. Before the white crows were released in the two citadels, no one was more familiar with the taste of winter than the grey beards in the north.

"Whose letter?"

An old voice came from under the thick bearskin. Duke Creggan was no longer as handsome as he was in his youth. Now he looked like King Stark who had lived for a very long time. His beard hung down to his belly and his hair was disheveled. Rather than looking like the direwolf on the Stark family emblem, he looked more like an aging lion.

"Basilone."

"Tell me what you wrote."

"He told us to watch for those coming up the Neck and into the North from White Harbor."

"It's the same words every time. Is there anything new?" Creggan snorted coldly. Although he was very satisfied with his young son, habit still made the old wolf a little dissatisfied with his young son's rigidity and boredom.

"Yes, regarding the matter of King's Landing, Basilone hopes that the North will be prepared to deal with it."

"The North prepares for the unexpected every day." Cregan said coldly, "It's still nonsense."

"King Aegon's body can no longer hold out for much longer. Although the consequences of his actions have not yet matured, after his death, many contradictions will gradually become apparent. The Royal Dragon Knights he formed will also become an unstable factor. If the second blood dragon strikes, then..."

This time, Rickon was interrupted by Lord Creggan before he could finish his words.

"Send a message to Lord Manderly and Lord Hornwood, asking them to monitor the Dreadfort. I trust little Domeric, but that doesn't mean his offspring are worthy of my trust. Children who grow up in summer will not understand the bitter cold of winter and the cruelty of war."

"clear."

"Send the frog catchers to Greywater Watch and watch those coming north from the Neck. Write to the Freys; they know whose side to side with and what to do. Send scouts and archers from Barrowtown and the Brooklands to guard Moat Cailin."

Old Wolf calmly assigned a series of tasks.

"Why aren't you leaving yet? There are letters?"

"And a letter from Prince Longzel."

Duke Creggan's already somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly widened.

"give it to me."

Rickon respectfully handed Longzel's letter to his old father.

The prince's territory on the frontier.

After decades of management by the Vareses family, this land, which had never appeared as a separate geographical unit in the Seven Kingdoms, has been rejuvenated. The fortress of the Silver Blood Army Manor and the knight's castle together formed the basic military unit and protected the manor and village. The lords under the Silver Dragon, from the old local nobles such as the Bisbury family in the River Reach, the retainer nobles such as the Longdel family, to the newly rising new noble families such as Haydn and Hoss, all received ravens from Dragon's Nest during this period. Therefore, each Silver Blood Army manor sent out fully armed cavalry, and each large family, either led by the patriarch himself or the heir, thousands of people began to set out for Dragon's Nest.

It was even grander than the procession that led to the king's pilgrimage.

Just because that person wants to see them.

"Grandpa, so fast?"

Dragon Cave, there are only three people who come to see Longzel this time.

The three people who had his permission were his brother Ray, and his grandson and granddaughter.

Daenerys also brought a little life into the future.

"Longzel, are you going to abandon me too?"

"This is a necessary sacrifice, children." Longzel said with a smile: "Of course I can wait a few more years, but if I wait a few more years, the situation may not be as good as it is now. I was indeed a little too idealistic back then. I anticipated the dissatisfaction of the Targaryen family, but I was not fully prepared to deal with their radicalization. The dragon chasers have infiltrated the court of King's Landing, and King Aegon does not mind making the situation more chaotic to ensure that the Targaryen sits on the Iron Throne. Then we have a good reason to do something, Dany, come here."

Daenerys walked obediently in front of her grandfather.

Womisol moved slowly, as if rubbing its scales, but soon returned to silence.

"You're going to be a mother, it's so fast. Have you thought about what your child's future name will be?"

Daenerys nodded and said, "I have discussed this with Basilone. Our child symbolizes the union of ice and fire. If it is a girl, she will be named May according to the customs of the North. If it is a boy, he will be named Rhaegar according to the style of Valyria."

"Rhaegar is not a good name." Longzel suddenly laughed: "This name carries the flavor of death. It's best not to call him that. You can call him Brandon according to the customs of the North, or Rhaegon according to the customs of Valyria. It's up to you to decide."

Daenerys nodded, "I understand, Grandfather."

"Igor, come here."

The boy stood calmly beside his grandfather.

"I will hold a grand banquet to celebrate my new life." Longzel said with a smile, "I will invite all the princes and royal family members, as well as the dragon knights. Every dragon knight will be received according to the etiquette of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King. You know what you are going to do."

Igor's eyes suddenly lit up.

Longzel finally gave him the power he wanted most - the power to stir up trouble. As long as Longzel nodded, at that banquet, he would have sufficient reasons to continue to provoke the fat and self-doubting king on the Iron Throne, and would have a way to involve more forces.

After the final explosion, the harvest will be even greater.

"Rei, I didn't expect you to survive me. After I leave, you have to watch over the children. You can play, but don't overdo it."

Rey nodded.

"It's my duty, brother."

"At the banquet in half a month, I will return my magic and life to the Red Mountains and the music of ice and fire, so that the dragons can continue to reproduce and thrive, and we will have more power to face the long night. Ashes return to dust, blood returns to fire, and my blood flows as silver. The noble have their own noble responsibilities."

(End of this chapter)