From King's Landing all the way to the north, past the neck, there is a white world.

In the dead of winter, the north seems to have faded all colors, leaving only gray and white.

Even the Whiteblade River, which runs through the north, has frozen at this time, making it completely impassable.

The two Stark sisters rode on the dragon's back, and after surviving the initial novelty, they shivered in the bitter cold wind.

Fortunately, both White Dragon and Samwell exuded a scorching aura, withstanding most of the cold and keeping them from being unbearable.

Landing once at Kalim Bay, the remaining three towers were manned by a small number of Reed soldiers, who prepared cooked food and clean rooms for the sudden arrival of the king.

After a night's rest, the three of them set off again.

Before dark the next day, Winterfell was finally in sight.

The two sisters hugged each other excitedly again, shouting and screaming.

It was the first time they had looked down at Winterfell from the sky, and they realized that the ancient city they had been accustomed to was so beautiful.

The wind and snow have stopped, but the ancient castle of the North has been dressed in a thick white suit.

The city walls and towers, and countless courtyards and corridors form this vast labyrinth made of gray stone.

Everything in the city was bustling and the noise of people was at their feet, so familiar and yet so strange.

They looked at the soldiers standing guard at the head of the tall city, at the servants sweeping the snow in the square, at the cooks picking vegetables in the glass flower room, at the hounds running back and forth in the kennel, and at the silent Shenmu Forest...... This is their home, the place they wanted to escape, but now they desperately want to return.

The arrival of the white dragon caused a commotion.

Fortunately, Caesar's story had already spread throughout Westeros, and even the people of Winterfell had survived the initial panic and recognized the king's mount.

Of course, more importantly, they recognized the two sisters who jumped off the dragon's back.

Soon, the current Duke of Winterfell, Rickon Stark, was briskly approaching under the leadership of Maester Lewyn.

Although the little one wanted to hug his sisters, he still saluted the king patiently.

After some pleasantries, Samwell entered the main castle hall surrounded by everyone.

He sat down in the high seat in the center of the hall, the same chair that had been used by all rulers since the lord of Winterfell had reigned in the Northlands.

The icy stone seat had long been smoothed out, and the front ends of the huge handrails on either side were carved with the heads of roaring ice wolves.

"Isn't Lady Caitlyn here?" Samwell asked.

"Mother went to the Great Wall of Desperation." Duke Rickon replied.

"Lady Caitlyn has taken someone to deliver supplies to the Night's Watch brothers." Maester Luwen added.

Samwell nodded, and said:

"In that case, I'll be blunt. Winter has arrived, and something even more terrible will follow. I have assembled an army of 200,000 in King's Landing, ready to march north to support the Great Wall.

But because of this, there is not enough food in the south, and I am afraid that it will not be able to support the north. So, I hope that people from the north will move south. Of course, this is only a suggestion, it is all voluntary, and I will not force it. ”

Duke Rickon subconsciously looked at Maester Ruwin.

"Your Majesty, we will announce your proposal to the whole territory." "But I'm afraid there aren't many people in the north who want to stay away from their homeland. ”

"It's okay, you just need to make an announcement. Hunger and bitter cold will make them make a choice. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Maester Lewyn then arranged for Samwell to stay in the castle, and gave up the room that belonged to the lord to entertain the king.

Winterfell may be located in the north, but the castle is built on a natural hot spring, whose steaming water flows through the walls like human blood and drives the chill out of the room.

Samwell took a hot shower and changed into clean clothes.

There was still some time before the dinner, and he opened the heavy tapestry curtain and pushed the window open, allowing the cold wind to howl in.

This room is located at the top of the main castle and offers a view of most of Winterfell.

Although the city had just been sacked by the Iron People and the Burton family, it was quickly rejuvenated by the Stark family.

Even now that winter is falling, people are working actively, not intimidated by the cold at all.

And among these brave Northerners, an old woman catches Samwell's attention.

She sat on a tower not far from the main fort, hunched over knitting her clothes.

When Samwell cast his gaze, she immediately looked back, and something seemed to flicker in her cloudy eyes.

With a wave of his hand, orange-red flames appeared in mid-air, gathering into a bridge.

Samwell followed the bridge of flames from the main fort to the tower.

As he stood in front of the old woman, the flames behind him suddenly dissipated, as if they had never appeared.

"You're the old nurse of the Starks, aren't you?"

"I guess so." The old woman smiled at the king with her toothless mouth open, "That's what everyone calls me. They originally asked me to be Brandon Stark's wet nurse. It's not Lord Eddard's son, Brandon, but his grandfather, Duke Rickard's brother.

However, this Brandon died when he was three years old. My children and I stayed in Winterfell for a long time.

I gave birth to Duke Rickard, and I nursed Duke Eddard, and now Duke Rickon grew up listening to my stories.

Your Majesty, do you like to listen to stories? ”

"It depends on whose story it is."

"Whose story would you like to hear?"

Samwell thought for a moment and said:

"The Night King."

"Ah, the Night King." The old woman's mouth squirmed, "Legend has it that he was the thirteenth commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch Legion, but he fell because of a woman.

A woman with skin as pale as the moon and eyes as blue as stars.

The Night King fell madly in love with her, pursued her, possessed her, even though she was as cold as ice.

But he still brought her back to the Great Wall, made her queen, and proclaimed himself king.

They ruled the Wall for three years, until Stark of Winterfell united with Joman, King of the Outer Fortress, to slay the Night King.

But after his death, all records of the Night King were destroyed.

His name has since become taboo......"

Hearing this, Samwell asked:

"Do you know the true identity of the Night King?"

"Some say he's from the Bolton family." "Some say he's from the Amber family, the Flint family, or even the Royce family of the Vale. But neither. ”

There seemed to be a pale glint in the old woman's cloudy eyes:

"He's a Stark."

"Oh?" Samwell raised an eyebrow, "I've heard that Stark will be buried in the catacombs of Winterfell when he dies, so is the Night King down there?" ”

The old woman smiled toothlessly again:

"Your Majesty, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

(End of chapter)