"What is the meaning of this?" The royal guards drew their swords, feeling threatened.
Viserys slightly furrowed his brows. These measures were dangerous and could be misinterpreted in a tense meeting like this one.
"My name is Harald Hardrada. My people consider me a king, though I prefer to be seen as a leader, which is paramount for survival in the North," Harald said with a slight smile.
Daemon, who was at the meeting, said, "We are here to determine your conditions and why you are invading others' lands. We are not here to listen to your fantasy stories."
"Well, I think you should listen. You didn't fight for the survival of these lands, and I suppose you don't know that because the history of the Seven Kingdoms was not considered by your ancestors." Haldor's harsh response made Daemon glare coldly in his direction.
"Viserys, as kings of the Seven Kingdoms, we are not here to usurp your throne. We have found ourselves in these conditions due to concepts we will discuss later, but you know it is our duty to reclaim our territory, with or without war."
Harald paused and said, "We recognize that we are not in favor of a war, but we are prepared for it if the results of this meeting are unfavorable."
"Are you saying you want to go to war?" Otto asked with a penetrating gaze.
Haldor looked at the man who was the King's Hand and translated his father's words: "We are saying we do not fear a war, even if it is against the Seven Kingdoms. However, we would consider much more deeply what the crown's alternatives would be."
"Alright, let's take this step by step. What's in that box?"
Harald looked at his son and let him explain since he had found and captured that malevolent creature.
Haldor stood up, walked towards the box, and said, "We are Rhoynar. We faced the Targaryens when their kingdom was at its peak, and their dragons were three times larger. So let's be clear: we do not fear dragons when we dominate magic."
Crack!
Haldor's right hand was slowly covered in layers of ice as he said, "When your people and your dragons were not exterminated in the great war, if you have any information about what happened in those times, you should remember that we were the only ones who made the dragons tremble thanks to magic."
"We recovered in 400 years, while your decline took place in the subsequent 1000 years. I tell you all this not out of arrogance or to show power, but so you understand why we never attacked you."
Crack! Crack! Crack!
At that moment, the locks exploded, and the enormous wooden box was opened from all four directions.
Rrrr!!!
At the same time, a human-like zombie, nothing but bones with bright blue eyes, emerged aggressively. Its hands extended towards the people with hostility. There was no humanity in its body because it was dead.
Everyone present looked away in fear. Those who did not know the white walkers thought this might be an invention by the Rhoynar, but there was no reason to lie.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you are now in the presence of a white walker, a being that hasn't appeared in more than ten thousand years, if I'm not mistaken with the eras," Haldor said with a cold gaze, showing no fear unlike the southerners.
Now everyone understood why the Rhoynar's hurried invasion occurred, though they still did not know the true reason behind the movements of those who were increasingly becoming less of an enemy.