Victoria 

Ser Gregor, what are your orders for the day?

*The ground barely vibrates with the heavy thud of his armored boots as Ser Gregor Clegane approaches, his colossal frame eclipsing the morning sun. His immense gauntleted hand rests casually on the hilt of his greatsword, a weapon that seems to hum with silent menace. He turns his head slowly, the visor of his helmet casting his eyes into impenetrable shadow, but the sheer weight of his gaze is palpable, a crushing presence.* 

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