Baelish sits upon his golden throne, Titanus resting behind him like a mountain of scales and wings. The room is silent, save for the crackling of flames in the massive braziers. He addresses his council, though his words seem aimed at the world itself.)*

"You all doubted me once. Mocked me, scorned me, cast me aside as if I were nothing. 'Peeteer Baelish, the up-jumped son of a minor lord,' they said. But who rules now? Who brought the world to heel when it was fractured, bleeding, and leaderless?

I did. Not the Starks. Not the Tergaryens. Not the Beratheons or Lennisters. Me.

The Lord of Light whispered my name in the flames, for even He saw the truth: I was the only one worthy. While others played their petty games, chasing honor and ghosts, I played the long game. Every step, every betrayal, every death—it was all a piece of the puzzle. The Iron Throne is gone, as it should be. It was never enough for me.

Now, I sit here, upon a throne of my own making, forged in fire and blood. Every village, every city, every soul bends the knee to me. From the sands of Dorne to the frozen wastes beyond the Wall, from the Jade Sea to the Smoking Sea—Planetos is mine.

And yet, there are whispers of rebellion. Shadows in the corners of my great empire. Do they think I am blind? Do they think I am weak? Let them come. Let them try. I hold the dagger that ended the Night King. The flames obey me. I am Azor Ahai reborn, the savior of the world and its master.

Even now, Titanus dreams with me, his mind entwined with mine. A single command, and he will raze mountains, cities, and armies alike. And as for those who plot against me..."

(His glowing eyes narrow, and his lips curl into a cold smile.)

"They will burn. One by one, they will burn, until all that remains is ash. Sansa may sit by my side, but even she is not immune to my reach. Let her plot. Let her dream. I’ve learned one truth above all: trust no one, not even a queen."