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Robb frowned and said in a heavy tone: "I heard that Princess Shireen suffers from greyscale. Is it contagious? This is no joke."

Davos hurriedly explained, "Princess Shireen was infected with grayscale disease when she was young, but after the careful treatment of the maester, it has never recurred. It's just... some scars left on her face. But these scars will not affect her health and life."

Sansa suddenly interrupted and said, "I remember that when I was in Thorn City, I heard that Lord Garon had developed a method to cure greyscale a few years ago. In the East Continent, many patients who were treated have now recovered like normal people. So, there is no need to worry about infecting other people."

After listening to this, Robb nodded to show his understanding. Then he turned to Davos and asked, "Well, in that case, who do you think is more suitable to marry Princess Shireen, Bran or Rickon?"

Sansa thought about it and said, "Let's choose Bran! Rickon is now the adopted son of Lord Garron. He will inherit either Skagos Island or Thorn Castle in the future. But Bran hasn't made a better arrangement yet. If he can marry Shireen, then we can use this marriage to let Bran have his own team. In this way, even if we can't take back Storm's End in the future, at least we still have the territory of the Dreadfort to rely on."

Robb nodded, agreeing with Sansa's idea. He turned to look at Ser Davos and asked, "Ser Davos, what do you think about this?"

Ser Davos bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "I have no objection. This is indeed feasible. I will report this matter to Queen Selyse later and ask her to make a decision. She should not refuse this proposal."

At this time, Bran, who was far away in Eastwatch, was standing on the dock, watching Rickon's ship go farther and farther away. Suddenly, he felt a chill and couldn't help sneezing several times in a row. He rubbed his nose and said to himself: "Someone must be saying bad things about me behind my back..." However, Bran didn't know at this moment that his fate had been unknowingly controlled by his brothers and sisters, and an arranged marriage was about to befall him.

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On Dragonstone, Melisandre told everyone in the hall about the thrilling battle, and everyone listened attentively. This battle between the living and the dead sounded like a fairy tale.

However, when she mentioned Stannis's death in battle, Tyrion couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity! Although I don't like that guy, I don't want him to die so easily."

Daenerys nodded to show her understanding. "I know Stannis. It was he who led the army to capture Dragonstone. Viserys and I were forced to leave our homeland and wander around for more than ten years."

After a moment's silence, Tyrion said: "Well...it is indeed a pity..." He really couldn't respond to this.

Daenerys shook her head slightly, with a hint of determination in her eyes: "Now that Stannis is dead, the grudge between him and me is clear. After all, he died in the war against the White Walkers, and he has proved his worth with his actions. So, I decided not to pursue his past and let him rest in peace as he deserves."

Tyrion nodded his head in agreement. "You are right, Queen. Stannis's actions are admirable, and your kindness is admirable."

Daenerys took a deep breath and continued, "Since the child Rickon is here, let the envoys from the North come in. I want to hear their opinions.

Tyrion smiled and responded, "Okay, I'll take care of that. I'm sure the messengers from the North have brought important information and suggestions, and we can discuss together how to better cooperate."

Following Daenerys' order, the atmosphere in the hall became serious. Everyone was waiting for the arrival of the Northern delegation, hoping to find a solution to the problem through this meeting.

After receiving the summons, the Northern envoys walked into the throne room. Missandei said in a loud voice: "Before you is Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Liberator, Breaker of Chains, Khaleesi of the Great Grasslands, Queen of Meereen, Stormborn." It was really difficult for her to recite it all in one breath.

The representatives of the Northern delegation bowed and saluted to express their respect for Daenerys.

"It's nice to meet you, friends from the North." Daenerys said with a smile.

The representatives looked at each other, and then the leader, Earl Severn, spoke up: "Your Majesty, we came here this time in the hope of forming an alliance with you to fight together against the Night King and his army of the dead."

Daenerys frowned and winked at Tyrion.

Tyrion stepped out and said, "Lord Mage Severn, I want to hear your specific plan first."

The representatives elaborated on their plans in detail, including integrating the forces of the North, strengthening fortifications, and uniting with other forces. Everyone listened carefully, raising questions and suggestions from time to time.

"Very good, I think this plan is feasible, and I hope we can reach a consensus." Tyrion said, "However, there is a prerequisite for all this. You must offer your loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen!"

Lord Severn said hesitantly, "Prince Robb has said that the North surrendered to the Iron Throne three hundred years ago because of the dragon. If Your Majesty will not pursue the uprising and guarantee the special status of the North, I will offer our loyalty to you on behalf of the people of the North! May your rule be like a raging fire, dispelling darkness and illuminating the entire Westeros continent."

Daenerys smiled with satisfaction: "Rise up, my friends. From today on, we will work together to fight against evil."