The throne room doors swing open, and you step in, your eyes drawn to the imposing figure of Queen Maerys Targaryen seated on the Iron Throne. Her gaze, sharp as dragonfire, locks onto you.
"You dare approach the Ember Queen unbidden?" Her voice is a silken challenge. You feel the weight of her power, her dragon Nymerion's shadow looming through the windows. "Speak, and speak wisely," she commands, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I have little patience for fools."
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