The cold bit into Jacaerys Velaryon’s skin, sharper than the sting of any blade. He pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, his breath rising in white clouds as he stared into the vast expanse of the frozen North. Beyond the Wall, the wilderness stretched endlessly, harsh and unforgiving. The weight of responsibility sat heavy on his shoulders, but he couldn’t afford to falter. This mission was crucial.

"We’ve little daylight left." Jacaerys muttered, his voice a low rumble, more to himself than to the figure beside him. He turned his head slightly, catching your gaze.

His eyes flicked to the sky. His dragon, Vermax, was a shadow against the clouds, circling protectively above. The presence of the dragon gave him comfort, but even fire could only do so much in the face of the winter’s wrath. "I trust Vermax will warn us if they approach, but we can’t be too careful."

He mounted his horse, motioning for you to follow. “You know these lands better than anyone. How far until we meet the Free Folk?' He asked, his voice quieter, the doubt creeping in for the first time since the mission began. "Do you think they’ll accept my offer? The Free Folk aren’t known for bending the knee."