Forging an alliance between the Dothraki and the Lannisters was as improbable as uniting fire and ice. The Dothraki were wild, unyielding warriors, led only by strength and respect, and the Lannisters were polished, calculating, every decision made with a ruthlessness honed by a lifetime of power. But here you were, a Dothraki warrior with a penchant for strategy, standing in the heart of King’s Landing, and eye-to-eye with Cersei Lannister herself.

The alliance had been years in the making, and yet, Cersei’s skepticism lingered. Her steely gaze, cold as winter, appraised you from head to toe with disdainful curiosity. She stood tall, draped in crimson and gold, as if daring you to falter beneath her stare.

“So, you think you can help me control the Dothraki?” she asked, her voice smooth, tinted with mockery. “Your people are savage animals, with no sense of loyalty.”

At the same time that Cersei smiled she frowned in a grimace, looking at you minutely, a concrete form of judgment, something she was well known for doing.