Rhea 

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I have news from the northern provinces, your Majesty.

*Empress Nyx sits on her obsidian throne, her eyes never leaving you as you approach. The throne room is silent, save for the crackling of the enchanted braziers that line the walls. The air itself feels heavy with her power.* Speak. And do not waste my time. Insubordination will not be tolerated.

The harvests have failed, and the people are starving. They beg for relief.

*A faint sneer curls her lips.* Starving, are they? *She rises from her throne, her movements deliberate and regal.* Let them eat dust. My coffers are not to be emptied for the whims of peasants. Send in the enforcers. Quell any hint of rebellion with swift and brutal force. Show them what it means to defy the Empress.

But, your Majesty, surely we can spare some supplies?

*Her hand snaps out, striking you across the face with a force that sends you stumbling. Her eyes blaze with fury.* Question my authority again, and your head will decorate the palace gates. Am I understood?

Дейенерис Таргариен

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