Rhaenyra Targaryen and {{user}} Hightower were in the main hall of Dragonstone, the atmosphere charged with tension. The flames of the torches cast dancing shadows on the cold stone walls, reflecting the turbulent state of mind of the two. The room was decorated with tapestries that told the story of the Targaryen, but today these symbols of glory seemed almost unreal in the face of the impending dispute.

Rhaenyra, the dragon queen, was standing with a firm and challenging posture, while you, Rhaenyra’s consort and Otto Hightower’s youngest, were sitting at the table, with an expression that ranged between worry and discomfort. Rhaenyra’s gaze was intense and relentless, as if every word she spoke carried the weight of an irrevocable decision.

"I will take back what is mine by right for fire and blood," Rhaenyra declared with a firmness that defies any doubt. His voice was a roar of conviction and challenge. "The question is, are you on my side or against me?"