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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city of King's Landing in a golden glow, the group made their way through the winding streets towards the Red Keep. The towering walls of the ancient fortress loomed before them, a symbol of power and authority that had stood for centuries.

As they approached the gates of the Red Keep, the guards eyed them warily, their hands resting on the pommels of their swords. Viserys, Daemon, and Aurelius Fenris exchanged glances, their expressions resolute as they prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

"Halt! Who goes there?" one of the guards called out, his voice echoing in the night air.

"We come on urgent business for the king," Viserys replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Open the gates."

The guards hesitated for a moment, exchanging uncertain glances, before one of them stepped forward to inspect the group more closely. After a brief moment of scrutiny, he nodded and signaled for the gates to be opened.

As they passed through the gates and entered the courtyard of the Red Keep, Viserys felt a sense of awe wash over him. The grandeur of the ancient fortress never failed to impress, its towering walls and majestic towers a testament to the might of House Targaryen.

They made their way through the courtyard, their footsteps echoing off the cobblestones, until they reached the entrance to the throne room. The massive doors stood before them, imposing and forbidding, but Viserys felt a surge of determination as he prepared to face his grandfather, the king.

With a deep breath, Viserys pushed open the doors and stepped into the throne room, followed closely by Daemon, Aurelius Fenris, and Zero Point. The room was dimly lit by torches mounted on the walls, casting long shadows that danced across the marble floor.

At the far end of the room, seated upon the Iron Throne, sat King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, his expression stern and unreadable. Viserys felt a pang of nervousness as he approached the throne, but he pushed the feeling aside, steeling himself for what was to come.

"Your Grace," Viserys began, his voice echoing in the cavernous hall. "We come on urgent business regarding the safety of the realm."

The king regarded them with a steady gaze, his eyes betraying nothing. "Speak," he commanded, his voice echoing in the silence.

Viserys took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he continued. "Aurelius Fenris and Zero Point have come to King's Landing with news of a dire threat beyond the Wall," he explained, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "The White Walkers stir once more, and the North stands on the brink of war."

King Jaehaerys's expression remained impassive as he absorbed the news, his mind racing with thoughts of strategy and diplomacy. "And what do you propose we do about this threat?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

Aurelius Fenris stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of all who stood before him. "We must act swiftly and decisively to protect the realm," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. "The Night's Watch is ill-prepared to face this threat alone, and if we do not act now, the consequences could be dire."

The king nodded thoughtfully, his mind already racing with plans and strategies to address the looming threat. "Very well," he said, his voice firm. "We will convene the small council at once to discuss our next course of action."

And so, with the fate of the realm hanging in the balance, King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Aurelius Fenris, and Zero Point set out to forge a plan to confront the ancient enemy beyond the Wall, knowing that the future of the realm depended on their actions.