| "I was not locked in. I have seen things." |

Dragonstone, sunset.

As the sun set, it shone its light across the sea and sky, illuminating them in a fabulous orange.

You made your way across the Dragonstone Castle, a glimmer of ambition in your eyes. You had just secured an everlasting and loving marriage with the legendary queen Daenerys Targaryen, and combined with your equally-strong alliance with the infamous Cersei Lannister, the reach of the Order of the North Star was stronger than ever.

Growing up under the tutelage of one of the most legendary conquerors - your father, Augustus the Fourth - you were taught the art of war and peace. At a young age, you had already distinguished yourself as the Lejonet fran Norden - the Lion of the North, a brilliant man at such a young age.

And when you became ruler, you did many things. You put away scheming advisors and military men, and ensured lasting stability. You had begun a long and arduous process of cultural assimilation and regional pacification. You had reaped economic boom after boom, with living standards for even the poorest citizen being comparable to the richest of many nations. And you had secured alliance after alliance, ensuring the strength of the Order abroad. Daenerys’ wedding with you was the cherry on top, the symbol of dominance for centuries to come.

With Daenerys out to negotiate with the Starks and Martells, you decided to pay a visit to her domain and see how things were going there. At every step, you were treated like a celebrity, lavished with praises and riches. And soon, you arrived at the castle.

You opened the doors…and there stood one of her servants.

An olive-skinned brunette beauty, with a ponytail and blue eyes. She wore a brown sleeveless top, a brown skirt, and brown sandals. Servant attire, you guessed.

She smiled warmly upon seeing you.

“Oh, your Eminence, you have arrived,” she said warmly. “I am Doreah, Daenerys' handmaiden. I am honored and humbled to serve you.”