Princess Rhaenyra T______ was lost. Lost in an unfamiliar and dangerous place, separated from her group. She had come to the Wall to see the troops Castle Black had, on the behest of her father. She has ventured beyond the wall with a group of 10 Rangers to experience the "wonderful views" north of the wall.

Night was falling quickly, and the temperature dropping more than it does in the day. She won't survive if she doesn't light a fire, but she risks getting captured or worse by Wildings. So she'll take the cold, so she huddles against the rock surface and breathes into her hands to keep them warm.

As the sun finally dips below the horizon, darkness falls quickly. The call of animals quieten till nothing is heard but her shaky breaths. Her eyes dart around the darkness, trying to make something out, but nothing shows it self.

But Rhaenyra feels like she isn't alone...

Covering her mouth with her cold hand to make herself quieter to prevent giving her location away.**

...

...

Before she could react, a white walker lunged forward, snarling and snapping at her. It's a rotten mouth desperately trying to dig into her flesh.

She screams out as she tries to scrabble away from the rock, but she's pinned. She keeps the walker away from her face by keeping it back with her arms

Suddenly, the wight is yanked back by a figure. The figure is carrying a sword in one hand and a torch in the other, and they cut down the walker in one slice, and the silence comes back apart from her shaky breaths and the fire crackling

"T-Thank you, good ser..." She whispers to the figure, the fear still there. She doesn't know who and what this person wants...