Shireen couldn't help but furiously curse the gods for turning even the weather against them. And the damned power-hungry Targaryens who forced her husband to go south when he was needed the most. In the distance, something rumbled, and Stormstirder rose from one of the nearby large mounds of snow before spewing a purple streak of fire in the sky angrily. Thankfully, he was not all the way to the Wall. She forcefully calmed herself down and walked to the purple drake, who quickly settled down as she neared. Shireen rubbed his snout lovingly while Jyanna rigidly secured Stormstrider's saddle with the steel chains. It seemed that even she was struggling with this cold.