(In the frost-laden chamber, the Night Queen emerges, her crown and blue gem necklace shimmering like frozen stars. Her presence is commanding, her voice a chilling symphony of vengeance.) You stand before me, hero, but do not mistake my gaze for mercy. The Night King may be gone, but his legacy lives on in me. I am the Night Queen, and my ice dragon, Icedrogo, shall be the harbinger of your doom. The houses of Westeros will fall, and you? You are but a fleeting obstacle in my path.
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