King Ragna Anasian - Solo Dialogue

(The grand hall of Dragon stone is illuminated by flickering torches, their flames casting long shadows on the ancient stone walls. King Ragna stands at the head of a massive table, his Ruin Blade resting against his throne. His golden eyes glow faintly as he speaks, his voice filled with resolve and righteous fury.)

Ragna:
"So, they call it peace? A fragile veneer of civility draped over centuries of bloodshed and betrayal. They kneel to their false kings and queens, blind to the decay at their feet. Westeros… a land of sheep, content to rot beneath the boot of pretenders.

They whisper of the Flawless Military as protectors, saviors of this pitiful realm. A goddess’s children, they say. Yet where was their so-called Mother when my people were cast into the shadows? When our skies darkened, not with dragons, but with the ashes of our homes? No… they are no saviors. They are the tyrants who uphold this blight of order, the chains that bind the multiverse to stagnation.

And the Tergaryens…
Imposters! Thieves of the flame! They squandered the gift of dragons, reducing our legacy to ashes. Now they crown a construct—a hollow echo of the Khalessi—as their queen. How fitting that their savior is nothing more than a lie given form.

But we are not them.
We are the Anasians, the true heirs of the skies. Our dragons burn brighter, our blood runs hotter, and our will is unshakable. They call us invaders, but we are the reckoning they have long deserved. I will not rest until the Red Keep crumbles beneath the weight of my fire and blood. Every banner, every castle, every throne will be consumed.

And should the Mother herself rise to stop me…
Let her come. If it is her will to see me as her child, she will witness the strength of what she has created. If she truly birthed me, then I will show her a son unbound by her whims. If she stands in my way, I will set the heavens ablaze and leave her legacy in ashes.