A Song of Ice and Fire: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

299 AC, 7th year of the New Calendar.

The turn of the century.

"Hrraaah—" A deep, resonant dragon's roar echoed through the night sky above King's Landing. Viserys, riding his dragon alone, returned from the North, once again in the Empire's capital.

After much deliberation, he had decided to leave both Rhaenys and Daenerys at Castle Black, despite his concerns about the White Walkers' potential diversionary tactics and his unease about his two wives facing the Night King.

However, there was no better solution at the moment. If only one dragonrider were left to guard the Wall, it would be even more dangerous. Having two people there would allow them to support each other.

Viserys and Daenerys had a heart-to-heart conversation, resolving their misunderstandings. Daenerys let go of her reservations, and Viserys also broke free from his mental predicament.

He had promised to wed Daenerys, and after that night in the cave, they had returned to the Wall. Under the heart tree, with the Northern soldiers as witnesses, they held a low-key wedding ceremony.

Viserys had discreetly taken his third empress.

In the following months, Viserys began the task of repairing the breach in the Wall.

He employed the method of constructing black stone buildings, as provided by the red priest Moqorro. Using the dragonflame of the three dragons—Balerion, Rhaegal, and Viserion—he melted the unyielding stone.

Then, through special techniques, he infused the black magic he had mastered into the molten stone, transforming it into blocks of black stone. With the concerted efforts and collaboration of tens of thousands of imperial soldiers, they finally repaired the collapsed section of Castle Black after several months of hard work.

When the last colossal black stone was transported from the base of the Wall to the top, seven hundred feet high, using a crane and then placed into the final gap with the help of a hoisting boom and rollers, thunderous cheers erupted from the imperial frontier in the North, shrouded in the long night.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Tens of thousands of imperial soldiers and nobles raised their arms and shouted, free from class divisions or barriers. They embraced each other in celebration, singing hymns of praise. The firelight in the dark night illuminated the entire sky.

This was the most inspiring and cheer-worthy event since the calamity of the long night had descended.

The imperial soldiers guarding the frontier also had smiles on their faces, briefly relieved of their psychological burden as they celebrated. After all, with the Wall repaired, people felt a precious sense of safety in their hearts.

In this era, even the faintest glimmer of hope was worth singing about.

After successfully repairing Castle Black, Viserys used the skull of the white raven to artificially bring down a heavy rain.

However, the falling raindrops turned into snowflakes before reaching the ground. The fluttering snowflakes descended, quickly enveloping the tall Wall standing on the Empire's northern frontier.

Overnight, the once-collapsed section of Castle Black returned to its former appearance. The newly repaired wall was covered in a thick layer of frost, making it impossible to discern that it had once been a massive breach.

"This is a miracle!" The Northern soldiers and the elderly members of the Night's Watch guarding the Wall exclaimed upon seeing this sight. They had never dreamed that the fallen Wall could be restored to its former glory.

Some believed it was the work of the old gods of the North, while others thought the Seven had witnessed the suffering of the world. There were also those who had faith in the Lord of Light.

However, a small but growing group of people who were increasingly realizing that "man can conquer nature" was steadily expanding. They believed that under the leadership of His Majesty the Emperor, the Empire would undoubtedly emerge from the darkness and reclaim the light.

While Viserys was leading by example, guiding the three dragons and tens of thousands of soldiers to repair the Wall in the biting cold wind, another piece of joyous news arrived.

The Empire's third lady, His Majesty the Emperor's newly wed little princess, now the young empress Daenerys, had discovered that she was pregnant while stationed at Castle Black.

Her first moon's blood had come more than a year ago, but since the second month after the previous incident, Daenerys had noticed that her moon's blood had not arrived.

Subsequently, after an assessment by their great-uncle Maester Aemon, it was determined that Daenerys was pregnant.

"Wonderful," the white-haired, blind old man chuckled, unable to contain his smile. "Wonderful, little Dany."

Not long ago, the Targaryen family had faced their most critical moment of peril. They had lost the throne, and the last remaining loyal fleet from Dragonstone had escorted a seven-year-old prince, his niece—the daughter of the former crown prince—and an infant sister to seek refuge on another continent.

At that time, Maester Aemon had even felt a sense of despair, believing that the family was on the brink of extinction. He experienced the most intense wavering in his life regarding the vows he had always upheld.

However, in the end, Maester Aemon had persevered in his vows.

As time passed and the world changed, perhaps no one could have imagined that the Targaryen family would emerge from their most perilous moment so quickly.

They had reclaimed the Iron Throne and established an empire even greater than that of Aegon the Conqueror.

Moreover, the Targaryen family's numbers were rapidly recovering. Viserys, the head of the imperial royal family, was still young and in his prime, yet he was already expecting his third child.

As the family's numbers gradually flourished, Maester Aemon naturally felt delighted from the bottom of his heart.

Although he had renounced his surname and taken sacred vows, his family was the hot blood in his body, something he could never relinquish, even though Maester Aemon was now approaching his end, having lived for a full one hundred and one years.

Not long ago, Viserys and Daenerys had ventured beyond the Wall together and had not returned for a night. Afterward, Viserys and Daenerys had held a wedding ceremony under the heart tree, and by the second month, the young empress had conceived a child.

Everyone understood what had happened, but they still offered their heartfelt blessings, including Viserys' second wife, Rhaenys Targaryen.

Rhaenys had a lively and kind personality, arguably the most pure-hearted and guileless among Viserys' wives. Therefore, she was genuinely happy for Daenerys.

It was precisely at this juncture, with Daenerys two to three months pregnant, that Viserys received a letter from King's Landing. After some consideration, he decided to temporarily return to the capital to see what these people wanted to discuss.

Originally, upon learning that the White Walkers had appeared in Ib, Viserys had pondered and decided to fly to the other side of the world to confront them.

However, the news of Daenerys' pregnancy had disrupted his plans.