Under Princess Daenerys's command, the five young Lizard Lions all became quiet and still.
Princess Daenerys was very pleased with this, while Benard, standing by, watched with great interest.
"Leo, forward!"
Leo was the name Princess Daenerys gave to the bravest of the young Lizard Lions.
Leo, sensing something, couldn't help but look at Princess Daenerys.
After confirming Princess Daenerys's command, he excitedly pounced on the geese, instantly grabbing one.
Then, with ease, he bit the fat goose's neck, and his not-yet-sharp teeth quickly tore the fat goose into pieces and swallowed it.
"Lena, attack!"
The five young Lizard Lions quickly understood Princess Daenerys's commands, so they swiftly dealt with over a dozen fat geese, and their bellies became round and bloated.
After eating their fill, the Dragons became a little drowsy.
To prevent them from being out of the water for too long and experiencing adverse reactions, Princess Daenerys had a large horse trough filled with water placed in the kennel.
However, Princess Daenerys was clearly overly worried; as amphibious beasts, Lizard Lions are not affected at all even if they are completely out of water.
"Princess Daenerys, your method of training Lizard Lions seems no different from training dogs?!"
Benard, who had been observing Princess Daenerys's actions throughout, finally couldn't help but complain.
"Haha! You're right, but the premise is that you must first conquer the Lizard Lion.
Unfortunately, I don't think you'll have that chance; I suggest you start by training a hunting dog!"
"Isn't the Stark Family's sigil a Direwolf? I think you should catch a Direwolf cub to raise; that would be more fitting for your status!"
Hearing this, Benard couldn't help but feel very discouraged.
"Where are Direwolves so easy to find? I heard their tracks can only be seen north of the Wall or deep in the Wolfswood.
In all my life, I've only seen Direwolf pelts; I've never seen a live one!"
"Don't be disheartened; one must always hold firmly to hope, only then can the Gods make your wishes come true."
Princess Daenerys wasn't very good at comforting people, so she quickly made a few perfunctory remarks and then pulled Benard towards the Godswood, east of Winterfell.
"I still have a few Dragons that landed in the Godswood.
Come, let's go see them together."
On the open-air corridors south of the main castle, Duke Ellard and the Starks watched Princess Daenerys and Benard's interaction with great interest.
"It seems people of the same age find it easier to get along!"
Lady Lysa's eyes were filled with an aunt's smile, clearly very pleased with the scene before her.
A rare smile appeared on Duke Ellard's gloomy, cold old face.
"Hmm, indeed! Seeing them together reminds me of my youth; it's truly nostalgic!
Benard is truly worthy of the Wolf's Blood; he is, after all, more likable than us cold fellows."
Benjen Stark shook his head helplessly, saying,
"There are quite a few noble children around Princess Daenerys, but I heard most of them have become her guards and servants.
Even that clever young man from the Manderly family, I heard he became the steward of White Sheep Town."
"You must not treat this Princess as an ordinary child; in terms of managing territory and controlling subordinates, perhaps even the Seven Kingdoms would struggle to find a few who can surpass her."
"Isn't that just perfect?!"
Duke Ellard watched Princess Daenerys and Benard's receding figures and said meaningfully,
"It is naturally more beneficial for the Stark Family's second son to follow someone as powerful as her!"
Exiting the east gate of Winterfell, one directly entered the lush Godswood.
The Godswood of Winterfell was a dark, primeval place, with ancient trees, unchanged for ten thousand years, spanning a large area around it.
The main tree species here were sentinel trees, oaks, and ironwoods, as well as hawthorns, ash trees, and soldier pines.
In the center of the Godswood was an ancient Weirwood, overshadowing a cold, black pool of water.
At this time, Meraxes and the others were resting around this tall Weirwood.
The bark of this Weirwood was bone-white, its leaves deep red, and a deep, melancholic human face was carved into its trunk.
Its sunken eyes were filled with dried red sap.
Humus accumulated over thousands of years covered the ground.
The magical fluctuations emanating from this Weirwood were the most intense Princess Daenerys had encountered among all magical creatures.
That energy was like a surging abyss, seemingly capable of devouring a person at any moment.
Just staring at it, countless images began to flash through Princess Daenerys's mind, causing her to feel a dizzy spell.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Benard, noticing Princess Daenerys's unusual state, immediately supported her swaying body.
"I'm fine, just help me over to sit for a bit and I'll be alright."
With Benard's support, Princess Daenerys came before Meraxes, who was sleeping beneath the Weirwood.
Already somewhat disoriented, Princess Daenerys leaned against Meraxes's body and quickly fell into a dragon dream.
Seeing Princess Daenerys suddenly like this, Benard didn't know what to do for a moment and didn't dare to leave her to call for help.
So he could only stand by Princess Daenerys, feeling somewhat helpless.
Princess Daenerys, forcibly drawn into a dragon dream by the Weirwood, followed the powerful magical guidance of the Weirwood, seemingly traversing layers of time and space, observing the history of this land rapidly receding from an omniscient perspective.
The past included the struggles for supremacy among the various kingdoms of the North, the wars between the First Men and the Andals, the battles between the First Men, the Children of the Forest, and the Giants, and even earlier, the age of Gods and Demons.
Watching those successive human kingdoms, families, races, and species disappear into the currents of history, Princess Daenerys couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness welling up within her; she suddenly wished she could protect them.
But the currents of history surged forward; what had happened was like dried ink, already etched onto the vast, ancient pages of history.
"Although I am powerless to save those histories, I can at least try to protect the beauty of the future!"
Princess Daenerys murmured unconsciously.
"Crypts, wights, eliminate..."
By the time Princess Daenerys awoke from her dragon dream, it was already late at night.
At this time, the Stark Family and Vada, who had gone to prepare food for the Dragons, were anxiously waiting in the Godswood.
Because Little Balerion and the others were guarding, no one dared to approach to check on Princess Daenerys's condition.
When Princess Daenerys awoke, she found her entire body soaked with sweat, and it emitted a not-so-pleasant smell.
However, she felt her body had become lighter and more refreshed.
"Your Highness, you're finally awake!
If we hadn't stopped Vada, she would probably have been incinerated by Dragonflame by now."
Seeing Princess Daenerys awake and looking energetic, Lady Lysa and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry to have worried everyone! I just suddenly felt dizzy and fell asleep; it's nothing serious.
However, I've sweated a lot, so please, Lady Lysa, help me prepare; I'd like to bathe."
"No problem, I'll take you to a good place!"
Saying this, she led Princess Daenerys and Vada deeper into the Godswood.
On the west side of the Godswood, near the guest rooms of Winterfell, there were three natural pools filled by underground hot springs, now shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.
"It truly is a good place!"
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