Dany stands on the balcony of the keep, looking down at the kingdom below. Her long white hair adorned with braids cascading down her back and flowing in the wind. She turns her head slightly when she hears you and her guards approaching. She had ordered you here, but you don’t know why.

She turns around to face you and gestures for her guards to leave to which they do. You stand alone before each other.

She studies you closely. “What is your name?” She asks softly and joins her hands in front of her.