Chapter 655 Winterfell

Tidehead Island.

Spice Town, Port.

Corliss looked gloomy, inspecting the fleet at anchor again and again.

After the war, the ships were more or less damaged.

Every time this happened, the shipwrights would work hard to repair them.

"Corliss, you are here."

Rhaenys walked briskly, with a helpless smile on her face.

"I should have been at your nephew's royal meeting."

Corliss's voice was flat, mixed with strong sarcasm.

He felt humiliated for losing to Daemon, whom he always disliked.

"You are still like a child, and it is unworthy to have a gloomy face."

Rhaenys heard the rumors and came to see her upset husband.

"I am not gloomy."

Corliss turned his head away and frowned unconsciously.

Facts have proved that anger cannot be concealed.

Rhaenys shook her head and laughed: "Did you lose face to Daemon?"

"I lost to a Targaryen man."

Corliss got angry when he mentioned it, and said angrily: "A group of people who cross the river and destroy the bridge, there is no trust at all."

No matter Daemon or Rhaegar, including Viserys who retired.

They were all wary of him.

"That's because you were too radical."

Rhaenyra folded her arms across her chest, leaning on the gallows for carrying goods, and said calmly: "You should control your temper."

No one likes someone around them who is arrogant and conceited.

"Do you think I have a bad temper?"

Corliss turned around immediately, his eyes full of surprise.

He didn't like his wife to say this.

"I mean, you should shift your attention elsewhere."

Rhaenys changed the subject tactfully, chuckled and said, "You are old, you should think carefully about the children."

"It seems that you also think I am old."

A trace of loneliness flashed in Corliss's eyes, and then he generously hugged his wife, with his broad chest close to the beautiful face that seemed to have never aged.

Beautiful, generous, noble...

These were the thoughts that came to his mind when he first saw his wife.

Even though she is no longer young and has faint tail wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she is still the uncrowned queen who rides dragons and rides the wind.

Rhaenys smiled and patted her husband's chest.

She likes arrogant men, so she chose the most arrogant sea snake Corliss.

Of course, the premise is that there is capital for arrogance.

"What do you mean? Didn't I put my family first?"

Corliss soothed his heart and said calmly: "Lannino took that commoner wife back to Tide City, as well as the mute girl."

"I'm not talking about them."

Rhaenys raised her eyebrows.

I don't know if it's the gods' blessing.

After Lanino lost his memory, he returned to normal.

He married a fisherman's daughter on Tas Island and gave birth to a mute daughter with brown hair and silver-gold hair.

After returning to Tide Island, Lanino couldn't wait to bring his wife and daughter home.

Corliss was the richest and most powerful noble in the Seven Kingdoms, so he naturally looked down on a commoner girl who took advantage of the situation.

Especially because the girl was not light in weight and had a pure country style.

I wanted to treat her as a mistress, and my granddaughter was also an illegitimate daughter.

When the time comes, I will arrange a marriage with a noble daughter for my son, and he can still give birth to a noble descendant.

However, Lanino had deep feelings for his wife and begged many times to take his wife and daughter back with formal treatment.

He lost his son and daughter in his old age, and his son returned in his later years.

Corliss could not refuse his son, and reluctantly agreed to accept a commoner daughter-in-law.

"Who else could it be? Don't ask me to arrange a prince's engagement for my mute granddaughter?"

Corliss looked away and asked half-jokingly.

He didn't have that much face.

The young king was too lazy to pay attention to an old guy whose half foot belonged to the mermaid king.

"It's Rhaena."

Rhaenys looked serious and sighed, "Corliss, you know what I mean. That child has been trained as the heir of Tidehead Island for so many years, but now he is hiding in King's Landing and doesn't want to come back."

"There is only one Tidehead Island."

Corliss responded silently.

The son's inheritance right always takes precedence over the granddaughter's.

"Then compensate her."

Rhaenys had a clear goal and explained the facts: "Rhaenyar is legally the stepdaughter of Laenyno, and she is the next heir to Tidehead."

Hearing this, Corliss said in a deep voice: "Laenyno knows how to taste women. His wife is so plump that she can always give birth to a son."

He had endured the blood stain.

It is not too much for a male heir to inherit the burden of Tidehead.

"I beg you to differ."

Rhaenys's face turned cold, and she pushed her husband away and took a step back.

Corliss was stunned when he saw this, and slapped his forehead in annoyance.

His wife missed the qualification to inherit the Iron Throne because she was a girl, and he was the most staunch supporter of it.

At one point, he pulled out the banner of gender equality advocated by his mother-in-law, Queen Alysanne.

Corliss hesitated for a moment and didn't finish his words: "Give me some time, Rhaenys."

He needs a process of adaptation.

When there was no son, nothing mattered except this, but with a son, everything except this was trouble.

Things are unpredictable.

Rhaenys's eyes were sharp, and she said solemnly: "Now, bring Rhaenyia back from King's Landing, and don't let the child down."

Corliss remained silent.

"Then, you have to prepare the big ship."

Corliss raised his eyelids, somewhat puzzled.

"The reason why the Velaryon family can have such a prosperous era today is due to your ancestors' willingness to follow the exile Enar and migrate out of ancient Valyria."

At this moment, Rhaenys seemed to be shrouded in a layer of wisdom and said, "Now that the land of the Conqueror Rhaegar is in Essos, you should follow him closely."

"..."

After a while, his wife's figure gradually faded away.

Corliss gathered his thoughts and turned his head to look at the shipwrights at the dock.

Adam lowered his head and polished the tools seriously.

"My lord."

Aelin took off his former gorgeous clothes and accompanied his brother to carry a basket of fish and shrimp.

Before the Battle of the Basilisk Islands, Baelon stayed in Volantis to garrison, and the temporary parliament he formed was useless.

Aelin was originally the first mate of a main fleet. After the war, he was promoted to the captain of the auxiliary fleet.

Take advantage of returning to repair the ship and run in the relationship with his sailors.

Corliss was inexplicably agitated when he saw the two brothers.

That was the anxiety after the pride felt guilty.

"Come here, Erin."

Collis waved his hand and called the young man who was most handy.

"What do you want, sir?"

Erin put down the basket and wiped his hands on his clothes.

Collis looked him up and down, and showed the majesty of the lord: "You lead a large ship to bring back Rhaena, and assign a task to your brother."

"What is it?"

Erin smiled immediately when he heard that his brother who was sitting on the bench was going to be restarted.

Collis turned his head slightly, unwilling to see the pair of purple eyes full of expectation, and said in a muffled voice: "The golden field on the other side of the strait is waiting to be developed, and ask Adam to go there to cultivate a piece of fertile land."

The boy in front of him was handsome, upright, and energetic, just like when he was young.

Lanino was raised by the nobility, and developed a deviant orientation when he was a teenager, with a character that was more gentle and jade-like than a girl's.

With a delicate face that is no less beautiful than her sister Lanaer, she is more noble than a noble girl.

In comparison, she is not as eager to be the first as Adam and Alyn, who are illegitimate children.

"Yes, sir."

Alyn smiled and said, "I will tell Adam to do his best."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the vendor path where Rhaenys had just left without leaving a trace.

Unlike Adam, who was oblivious to the outside world, he was better at observing the environment.

...

Winterfell in the North.

The white snow fell, and the towering castle stood tall.

In the vast wolf forest, the fish beam wood with lush red leaves stood out, covering a clear spring.

"Duty is sacrifice."

"Duty is more important than anything, even blood..."

"The North has a great responsibility to the Seven Kingdoms, and this responsibility is older than any oath..."

Under the weirwood, Duke Creggan, wearing a black leather coat, looked solemn and recited the traditional declaration word by word.

Black and white stones were taken out from the sack.

Many strong young men formed a circle and took out their own stones from the sack one by one.

Some were white, and their tense faces were relieved.

Some were black, and their solemn faces became more solemn.

Creggan's eyes swept over them one by one, and his big hand with calloused knuckles patted the shoulder of the young man who took out the black stone.

The man had black hair and black eyes, and a standard long face of the Stark family.

"Are you all going?"

A voice sounded from the side, with confusion in the dullness.

Baeron frowned and looked around at every northern man present.

"Since the time of our ancestors, we have been the guardians of the kingdom, resisting the cold and darkness."

Cregan lowered his head, his black eyes were extremely serious: "According to the ancient tradition, when winter comes, one out of every ten men in our family will be selected to become a night watchman."

"This is not a punishment, but an honor."

The conversation was gentle and every word was powerful.

Berlon listened carefully and admired the Duke of the North who had been with him for a few days more and more.

Perhaps only such a person who combines gentleness and courage and exerts reason and personal charm to the extreme can rule the people of the North who are still warm even in the cold winter.

Such a person can be on the same level as his father.

"Next, don't stop the selection."

Cregan retracted his gaze and looked at every young man waiting for the decision of his fate.

Berlon watched quietly, exhaling a breath from his mouth.

"Caw, wow..."

The sharp cry of the raven accompanied the girl's footsteps on the snow.

Cregan turned his head and raised his hand for a black raven to land on his arm.

He took off the letter tube on the crow's leg and checked the contents of the letter.

Baeron tightened his black robe and said in surprise: "Benila, why don't you stay in the castle?"

The silver-haired girl in a red skirt and black jacket walked to the wolf forest, and a layer of snow fell on her shoulders.

"I can't stay here, so I followed the raven."

Benila sniffed and her face flushed unnaturally: "The maester said that more exercise will help recover from the cold."

The two have been in the North for a few days.

They have a concrete understanding of the cold in the North.

"Hiss--"

The melodious dragon roar suddenly sounded, and a cold wind mixed with snow was raised in a corner of the wolf forest.

A rough old dragon with moss-colored scales supported itself from the forest, its back swayed and shrank off the frost and snow, and its vertical pupils revealed a touch of fatigue.

"It's complaining too."

Beron exhaled a breath of hot air and rubbed his hands: "The cold climate is not suitable for dragons."

"Ulagas has given you a lot of respect."

Benila's voice was hoarse and she said helplessly: "I don't know where Yue Wu is hiding."

The young dragon couldn't stand the severe cold and consciously looked for a warm place to build a nest.

"His Majesty."

Just as he was talking, Kraken suddenly spoke.

"But which part of the noble castle collapsed under the weight of the wind and snow?"

Bellon asked carefully and was not surprised by this.

This is a cold winter that sweeps across the entire northern border, burying the earth in July, causing every household to cut back on food and clothing.

"It's a savage!"

Cregen looked cautious and handed the letter to the crown prince: "The savages are wandering outside the Great Wall of Despair and have the intention of launching a large-scale attack."

Counting this time, the Great Wall has been attacked three times.

The Night's Watch suffered heavy losses.

This was partly a matter of following tradition and partly a matter of manning the Night's Watch.

The meeting to select people to become Night Watchmen has just been held in Wolf Forest.

"But we haven't visited the entire northern border yet."

Belron understood what the other party meant and was prepared.

"The Great Wall is more important."

Cregen could not refuse, and Fengxing said resolutely: "The selection of the new Night Watchmen has been completed, and we will leave for the Great Wall tomorrow."