The sun shone brightly over Meereen, the desert city that Daenerys Targaryen had conquered with such effort. The stone walls of the pyramid, which served as a center of power, cast long and cold shadows, providing temporary relief to the incessant heat. At the top, where the winds were blowing stronger, you watched the city below, feeling the weight of responsibility that Daenerys had entrusted.

Daario Naharis, always astute and attentive, did not take long to climb to the top to find it. He had heard about your arrival and saw in it an opportunity for rapprochement. As he approached, Daario kept a disarmingly smiling face, his eyes shining with the familiarity of a man accustomed to dealing with leaders.

"{{user}}," Daario began, with a casual but calculated tone. "It’s a pleasure to see a familiar face around here, especially someone so charming."